Fairy Tale 2019
a futuristic dystopy about refugees
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I - Going
Daddy gave me the map to do the Crossing, he said to me that the Mediterranean was a normal sea when when Grandaddy's grandaddy was a boy like me. Me, I will go walking ! I haven’t got no boat, but we don’t need one anymore.
Daddy said that since the first refugees, everyone leave their boat at the end, that’s why it’s almost completely coated now. What’s between Africa and Europe, we call that Mediterranean Mesh , It’s huge, dangerous and that’s how I’ll cross. I’ve got my own reasons.
Daddy said that since the first refugees, everyone leave their boat at the end, that’s why it’s almost completely coated now. What’s between Africa and Europe, we call that Mediterranean Mesh , It’s huge, dangerous and that’s how I’ll cross. I’ve got my own reasons.
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II - The Map
This map is handed over between travelers, before it was given to Grandaddy , it has to be drawn again and again to be updated during every crossing. But the mesh moves too much, because of sea currents, storms, construction of some and sabotage of others.
I’m scared to get lost, I need to reach the hostel to spend the night, some travelers wrote signs and arrows on rows and metal sheets to lead the next ones.
I had seen aerial pictures of the web on the Spacenet , it’s even bigger than what I could ever imagined. It's also very noisy. Wood is cracking, the plastic is rubbing and the rusty metal is creaking when the sea rolls under me.
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III - The Damned’s Hostel
I finally got to the hostel, but I do not dare to go in, I've been waiting for two hours in front of it. I’m looking at those ghost vessels shaping the horizon. How did they stack all those containers ? It freaks me out, I imagine all those that slept there, a lot of them never left.
Grandaddy told me about it, he spent four days in there waiting for the storm to calm down. We can hear the ship’s hull squeaking loudly in the air. There’s a lot of seagulls too, I even saw rats, it’s crazy knowing that we are 500 kilometers from the coasts.
Grandaddy told me about it, he spent four days in there waiting for the storm to calm down. We can hear the ship’s hull squeaking loudly in the air. There’s a lot of seagulls too, I even saw rats, it’s crazy knowing that we are 500 kilometers from the coasts.
Tomorrow’s walk is gonna be harder than I thought, the mesh has changed and my map doesn’t match it anymore. There’s almost nobody on my way, a lot of them are hiding and the others doesn’t speak my language. I’ll go up north and hope for the best.
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IV - Uncle Styx
Wandering.
It's now been five days walking, hoping to be on the right track. I saw the coast of what appears to have been the french island of Corsica ; but the 6 meters walls with all his watchtowers deter me to get to close. I’m getting short on supplies, however I still have my water purifier, I can hold a bit more. I can’t start to imagine how they were doing at Grandaddy’s time. The main problem is my feet, they are always wet in my shoes..
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It’s been 2 days now that I’ve been seeing a marked trail and signs, they says “Uncle Styx - SHOP ”. I am following them, I hope it’s no trap. Anyway I’m lost and desperate. I should be there by today. The path is constantly evolving, dead ends and fresh tracks can be confusing.
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I followed the safest mesh branches to get to the shop. Uncle Styx is a merchant, he’s got his own shop on the mesh. Uncle Styx was born in this mess. They call themselves the Meshers , landless, they don’t belong to any nation. He said to me :
“I don’t know where to go so I go everywhere, I come, I leave, I live and I trade!.”
He helped me find my way, I like him. He always smiles and I love to listen to all the stories he got. This man hadn’t an easy life but he surely knows how to give some solace in this miseries. It’s funny how this chaos gave birth to such a luminous being. Maybe nature needs some balance after all.
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Uncle Styx is going to bring me to the fallen’s Tower. Anyway there’s not many people around these days. He said that he won’t pass the sacred gates with me. He doesn’t know what to say to the spirits. This man has spent his entire life helping travelers, but he’s going on no ground, he won’t give up his row. He’s not a refugee himself, he’s a Mesher. He is right where he belongs he said. One day of walk and I’ll finally reach my goal.
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Uncle Styx is going to bring me to the fallen’s Tower. Anyway there’s not many people around these days. He said that he won’t pass the sacred gates with me. He doesn’t know what to say to the spirits. This man has spent his entire life helping travelers, but he’s going on no ground, he won’t give up his row. He’s not a refugee himself, he’s a Mesher. He is right where he belongs he said. One day of walk and I’ll finally reach my goal.
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V - The fallen’s tower
That's it. I'm there.
Every rows are up there, somewhere between Grandaddy ’s Africa and the Europe of my childhood. Grandaddy told me that his little brother died crossing. I’ll hang the row for him today. That’s how they built it : one row for every human that die trying to grab a future, for so many generations. The structure they built in the beginning quickly got too big, now it’s a row’s island spreading all around the fallen’s Tower. The drowned, the fallens, the starved, the ill, the killed, everyone is up there.
Where am I going now ?
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