Freedom or Slavery

The thought of being on a balcony with a limitless view, makes you want to open your arms and reach the horizon, giving you a sense of freedom. There is, however, always someone watching you, and even someone who wants to stop you. A man holding a gun is trying to enslave you, or is it that he is fighting for his own freedom? And when you look at the armed guy straight in the eyes, telling him "Shoot", will you be as proud as a slave? Or is it perhaps that you shout "shoot me if you can” to the fighting slave? And the glass floor of Freedom mutilates the poor man's body. But there is always a hidden heart which makes pictures so lively, ready almost to talk to you.