[Portuguese version (original) ~ English version bellow ~ Read listening to Ludovico Einaudi – Oltremare]

Recordo-me daqueles longas manhãs de verão,
Daqueles dias passados junto ao mar,
O sol batendo-me no rosto,
A luz amena da madrugada
Ardendo na pele salgada.
O som das ondas no interior das conchas,
E dentro delas todo o mar se achava!
De risos tagarelas e pás na mão
Erguem-se castelos e torres de Babel,
Neles, pequenos heróis salvando os seus amores,
Guardados por dragões malvados em fortalezas de areia.
Rostos que o tempo levou,
Mas cujas as faces vivem dentro de mim.
Pequenas caravelas levadas pelo vento,
No mar imenso que é a minha mente.


A brisa levando-me pelo oceano,
Erguem-se as velas, hastea-se a bandeira.
A pequena barquinha agitando com as ondas,
Nela uma criança
Pequena, mas destemida!
Dobra o Bojador, chega às Tormentas.
Derrota o Adamastor, chama-lhe Esperança.
Os risos de uma mãe que por fim chama,
Tocando os sinos de retorno para a casa.
Pouco restando entre o cais e o navio,
Surge por fim a alegria de quem espera,
E o mistério triste de quem chega.

Ancoro o meu barco, saudades de pedra!

Dessa póstuma odisseia eloquente
Resta agora um tanto de nada,
Uma névoa de saudade,
Lembranças ténues de um tempo que foi.
Tempo que se não tivesse já sido, seria ainda?

E Suspeitando-me de mim mesmo
Erguem-se barões de guerra por toda a mente
Procurando pelos nomes daqueles que foram,
Lutando por uma causa desconhecida.
Causas que dos Eus que há
Nenhum conhece,
Ninguém conhece,
Ninguém pode conhecer,
Agarrando-se a um tanto que foi; a um tanto de nada
E que, mesmo assim,
Preserva todas as verdade do mundo.

Num único vislumbre o sol recolhe-se,
E volto eu de novo para casa.

[English version ~ Read listening to Ludovico Einaudi – Oltremar]

I remember those long summer mornings,
Those endless days by the sea,
The sun hitting my face,
The light of the dawn burning on my salty skin.
The sound of the waves inside the shells,
And inside them could be found the whole sea!
With chattering laughters and shovels in hand,
Babel towers and castles give rise,
Little heroes saving their loves,
Loves guarded by evil dragons in sand fortresses.
Faces that time has taken,
But whose shapes still live inside me.
Little caravels carried by the wind,
Throughout the immense sea that is my mind.

I look for them,

The breeze taking me by the ocean,
The sails rise, flag hinged,
The little boat shaked by the waves,
Inside it, a small, but fearless child!
Bends the Bojador, arrives at the Storms.
Defeats the Adamastor, renames it Hope.
The laughter of a mother who finally calls,
Ringing the bells to return home.
Not much remaining between the wharf and the ship,
Arises the joy of those who anxiously wait,
And the sad mystery from those who arrive.

I Anchor my boat, stone memories!

Of that last eloquent odyssey
Remains now a whole of nothing.
A mist of Saudade.
Weak memories of a time that once was.
But if it hadn’t already been, would it still be?

And Suspecting me from my own self
War barons arise throughout my mind,
Looking for the names of those who were,
Struggling for an unknown cause.
Causes which of the Selves within me,
None knows,
No one knows,
No one can know,
Clinging to something that once was; to a whole of nothing
And that which, even so,
Preserves all the truths of the world.

In a single glimpse the sun decays,
And I come home, once again.

Winds of Time – Chapter I

Hey everyone!

This is the very first chapter of a novel I’m writing and that I will be sharing with you here! My goal is to monthly upload one or two chapters and to create an interaction where you readers can follow and comment the story. I’ve started a project on Kickstart so I can raise some money to pay artists to create some artwork, so the whole experience improves. I cannot pay this by myself since I don’t have money for that. Hope you enjoy it!
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I’m not a native english speaker, so any tips about the writing or the flow of some sentences and how could they be improved would be very much appreciated!!



Chapter I


Yesterday, I saw an old lady picking dry skin out of her feet. Such a despicable image that had to come to my mind. “It feels good”, she said “makes me feel like a snake losing its old skin”. But why am I even mentioning this? I don’t know. I’m bored again. So, I went out today. To the Alfredoj’s “junkyard”. I don’t really get why we call it “junkyard”. Like if this whole planet is not a junkyard by itself. Full of garbage, rubbish, we use both words here; we are not really selective on that regard. They describe the same thing after all. As I was walking along the rusty remains of old spaceships from the golden times of the Federation, an everlasting itch started tormenting my soul, making me duel over my deepest desires for escapade. Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was the view from the top of the piles that was making me question my own existence. Who knows. Here I stand, mind raging against this dreary and pesky world where I am cursed to live in. I was born here, to a very poor family living on a very small house. And that’s middle class by Alfredoj’s standards. We are not really allowed to dream here. Those who do so are called crazy. It’s not that we are censured. It’s just that the majority of us have some sort of a so-called realistic sense that keeps reminding us we will never leave this piece of crap of a planet. But still, hereby I stand, looking up at the sky and wondering about my place among the stars. Through the infinite vastness, through the darkest of nights, my mind travels, wavering in a silence of nothing prays; graving near death of soul, blinded by the sun in the sky, raging against the sheer and mere existence that bounds me to this very pitiable world. My undefinable will to travel screams for release, and how she screams, hefty, robust she spikes, and I, with fierce tears I say, “like a particle of dust I wish to live”, always sure of my path towards the imaginable adventure that is to travel along the stars. To those who can hear me I say, oh I say, with cried tears in a restless face, please, let me go, let me go. I lower my head. What do I see? Nothing. Nothing that can fit my approval. These people want a world without change. They constantly seek for happiness in the mundane pleasures of life. But, in fact, I do see something. I see dirtiness. A dirty and a filthy corrupt society where the small are not allowed to climb, to improve in their society standards, whose hopes and dreams are merely steam for aimless fiction. But even though you bury me down, I raise. And I shall raise as many times my mind requires me to, because above all, I’m free.

But this was before we found them. We touched places in the Universe that are just not meant to be touched. The Federation fell, and with it most of its planets and cities were stripped out from our hands. Centuries of Earthling’s progress, achievements and expansion broken down, and no more than fifty years were necessary to confine us to a small city in a Neptune-sized planet called Sistehåp. Vakten is Earthling’s last hope for redemption. After the fall, we were able to keep some colonies, but we couldn’t hold them for long. They now just represent small pieces run by broken people that can barely sustain themselves. They had the numbers, the technology. But still, we didn’t perish.

‘We remember’.

“It’s not worth, it won’t work”

Noah could see sparklings leaving the spaceship’s motherboard on the pilot’s cockpit.

“We need to find another way to get to the city”, continued Elliot.

“Is she dead”, Noah asked as he saw Tulia’s brown hair tanned by her blood.

“She is dead”, Stella replied, “or maybe she is alive in another universe. Who knows now”.

Noah kneed close to Tulia’s body. Her green eyes were still open, like if her soul was never even able to leave her inner body. “Sometimes I ask myself if death isn’t the best way out for this endless fighting”.

“She is on a better place now. We have to believe on that”, Stella said, with her head down, looking for the best way to atone for her companions grief.

“Every place is better than this hell of life, isn’t it?”

“We should burn the body”, Elliot mentioned, knowing about the danger of the things about to come.

“Nothing is more quiet than a man in his grave. There’s no need for that. The dead tell no tales”, she kneed close to the dead body and removed Tulia’s Marker from her wrist, “This they can’t have”.

“But her parents, and her sisters, her brothers, they will all grieve her. Just a name, without a dead body or a dead face”.

“Then it will be like that. The dead are dead after all”.

Stella raised herself from the floor, turning into Noah’s direction, “Would you like to say the words”

Noah, still kneeling close to the dead woman’s body, waved in an affirmative way.

“May your name never be forgotten”, they all followed his lead, words echoing in unison, “May your sacrifice be remembered by those who fought with you, your soul held by the stars, your atoms spread by the winds that blow in the universe and your dreams carried by us who stay bounded to this cursed existence, from this day, until mankind’s last sigh. May you be the shield of the weak, the sword raised on the darkest of nights, the face that protects those who have departed. For your watch has ended, but your name has yet to be avenged. Until we perish, we remember”, he straightened her hair and closed her eyes, raising himself from the floor, “and now it ends”.

“What should we do now”, Elliot asked, as the dead girl’s subject faded.

“There’s an old Federation cosmodrome close by”, Stella mentioned looking to her watch. A blue tridimensional hologram emerged from her wrist, “it’s five kilometers from here. Maybe there’s something there we can use”.

“All the launch stations were destroyed. Only wreckages and old ships were left behind”, Noah looked to the SOS-signal blinking on the control panel, “we should wait for help”.

“Our dive could be seen from miles away. Besides, we are deep into enemy territory”, Stella grabbed her weapon and headed to the spaceship’s entrance, “In a matter of minutes this ship will be surrounded by enemy patrols”. Brown dust and sand were brought by the wind into the bridge as the door started to open, “We are leaving”.

Elliot followed her, “deploy the rover”, he told Noah. Noah reached the manual emergency hydraulic panel to open the room in the back of the ship where the rover was parked. When he finally got out of their ship, both Stella and Elliot were already waiting for him in the exploration vehicle, “Hurry up”, she said, “Elliot is driving”.

“Then we will surely die today, if not at the hands of the enemy, then by car accident”, Noah said as he walked towards them. He jumped to the back seats, always keeping his weapon close to his chest.

“The energy cells are running empty”, Elliot mentioned, “We won’t go further the cosmodrome with this one”

“No, we won’t”, Stella replied, “but at least we won’t die in the cold harsh desert”.

For 20 minutes they drove, always aware to see if some enemy patrols would show up, until a small grey dot showed in the horizon, which quickly turned out to be a big fortification made of metal, with canons in the top of the walls. The cosmodrome was old, his buildings and control towers were showing up like there,

so big, so tall, standing high, untouchable, like pride old dames showing their most valuable jewelry, but yet so fragile, as if a single stroke was enough to bring down all those archaic patches over your head.

They drove along the wall, looking for an entrance or a small breach they could use to get in.

“There”, Noah said pointing to one of the entrances whose doors were broken down, probably by the ones who sacked the old cosmodrome.

They drove over the mountain of trash that was surrounding the entrance. Noah could hear the sounds of the old metal creaking while the rover’s tires stepped into them, echoing in the silence of the desert and with the old walls of the abandoned place. There was no one there. At least not in that specific part of the station. They parked the rover and jumped out of it immediately turn on their weapons’ flashlights.

“We should try to find the way to the control towers”, Noah said.

“Let me see if I can scan this place with the Marker”. Stella pressed a button on her watch and once again a blue hologram showed up with the map of the building. In a matter of seconds the hologram became bigger and bigger until it had all the area mapped. A red dot was indicating their current position.

“Here”, this seems like a tower, “Noah said”, once we turn on the power sources we can try to communicate by radio with Vakten”.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just look for the hangars to see if we can find anything”, Elliot asked.

“We could”, Stella started to walk ahead of the group, towards an empty corridor hall full filled by darkness, “But from the tower we can actually get an overview of the runways and launching sites”. Noah followed her, “Besides we cannot really distinguish where the hangars are in the Marker’s blueprint”, Noah pointed, “It’ll be easier to pinpoint them from there. And we can use the tower’s radio to let Vakten know that we are here”.

      The three started to walk along the corridor, in a very steady way, always paying attention to the even the most ordinary sounds.

Noah saw Stella almost jumping after some debris fell from the ceiling. The noise of the old concrete hitting the floor spreaded throughout the walls, reverberating all over the empty place. Almost as a response, a piercing sound shrilled over the corridor’s air, seeming to have been generated from a not so distant place. The three rapidly pulled their guns, trying to find the source of the mysterious sound. “What was that”, Elliot asked. Noah was able to pick a slightly taste of fear on his tone. “Nothing like we’ve ever heard before”, promptly replied Stella, “Don’t lower your guns men”. They keep quite for a while, scavenging every single centimeter of the place with their guns’ flashlights, as the dust generated by the debris settled down. “Is the Marker picking up any heat signal”, he asked, “No, everything clear”, Stella replied at the same time she slowly started to move, “Keep it steady. We need to find our way out of here”

The three walked over the empty corridors, maybe just for some minutes, maybe for a whole hour, Noah couldn’t really tell. Their focus was just on trying to find their way to the control tower without having any unwanted encounters. They went up and down old stairs, walked through empty corridors and scavenged big rooms where their steps were used to echo in the silence of the halls, looked and looked, until they finally found the stairway that leaded to the control tower. They immediately swung into the quiet room with the old controls and computers, room which had certainly once been one of the busiest places on that planet.

Stella quickly approached to the control table, trying to use the radio to contact Vakten. On the other hand, Noah decided to take a look to the surroundings of the tower. Through the nasty windows he was able to see the old runways and the vertical launching systems. This place seems too clean, he thought to himself, while he realized that neither the runways nor the surrounding spaces had old debris blocking them. “When was this station abandoned”, Noah asked. Elliot reached his wrist and started browsing for the answer at the same time we walked in the direction of Noah. He could see that Elliot also got why he was asking that by the expression on his face, “97 Earth years ago”, Elliot said while looking to this Marker with a very tightened expression. Noah could hear a fuzzy sound coming from the back of the room. Stella had finally established contact with Vakten, “Mayday Uå, Mayday Uå”, Stella was almost shouting to the small microphone in the control table, “Lissabon has crashed, I repeat, Lissabon has crashed. The crowns are fed and waiting in 4245B, I repeat, The crowns are fed and waiting in 4245B”. The fuzzy sound returned as he started to walk towards her. “Lissabon”, they heard on the radio, “Do… re…, Liss…on”. Stella immediately pressed the button close to the microphone, “We read with a lot of interference, I repeat, We hear you with a lot of interference”. Noah started suddenly feeling weird sensation on the room, the air getting heavier and mournful, eerie, like if the particles themselves were about fall to ground all at once.

Noah could feel Elliot getting nervous.

“Lissabon, do you read me”

“We read you”, Stella immediately shouted.

Elliot quickly turned to them. Noah detected a jumpy expression on his face.

“Something is wrong”, Elliot said at the exact same time Stella was told by radio that an huge interference was being detected on their current location.

Out of nowhere, the ground started to shake, so violently that the windows of the towers broke into a thousand of tiny glass pieces, dust was raised from old computers and out of the ceiling. The sky turned dark and then red, which was followed by a huge blast that could have been heard miles away from there. Four grey huge enemy ships had appeared out of nowhere.

“We are doomed”, Elliot said, with a pallid expression on his face.

“Can you see the hangars”, Stella shouted, “We need to get out of here now”

Noah got once more closer to the broken windows. We started to look all around as little dots where leaving the spaceships standing immobile in the skies. “There”, he shouted. He rapidly reached his wrist and saved the location on his Marker, “Let’s get out of here”. They quickly got out of the tower, following the direction the Marker was indicating as fast as they could. As they turned in one of the corridors, an armoured tall figure with a helmet covering his face showed up in front of them. Stella quickly fired her weapon shutting him down. The figure readily fell on the corridor’s floor. “ Let’s go, let’s go”, she screamed. The three jumped over the fallen enemy and kept running towards their final destination, with their guns always close to their chests hoping to not have any more unpleasant encounters.

He could not tell how much time it took them to reach the hangar, as no one can do when one’s adrenaline levels are touching the roof. The main hangar was a long empty building with hundreds of storages, rooms where planes and spaceships once rested while waiting for their next flights. The whole room was quiet. Weirdly quiet.

The three look around. Some of the garages were locked, but apart from old spaceships parts and rusty pieces, there seemed to be no ships the crew could use.

“There’s nothing here”, Elliot nervously said, “We are doomed”.

“This is a graveyard”, Stella said.

On the exact same moment, all the three markers on their wrists started to beep, indicating a very strong heat signal coming on their way. The silence disappeared and in front of them dozens of enemies appeared.

“Run”, Stella ordered as she started to fire in the direction of the enemy group.

Both groups exchanged fired for ten or twenty minutes until Noah saw a group of four or five red barrels standing next to a big column whose job was to hold the entire ceiling over their heads.

It’s gasoline, he thought to himself. With a clear shot Noah fired to the direction of the red barrels making them explode. The blast made the column fall and with it debris of concrete fell revealing the sky above their heads and burying their enemy down into the hangar’s floor. A big piece of the column hitted a wall so violently that it completely broke it apart, revealing a hidden hangar with its door closed.

Elliot got closer to the hangar’s door and started to inspect it. He found a control panel on the wall next to the door and pressed a button to open it. The opening of the door was slow and magistral: the room revealed a white shiny plane with a elegant delta wing, sharp nose and thin fuselage, three long landing gears making the plane stand as a pride old dame. The words ‘British Airways’ from head to tail’.

None of them could hide an uncontrollable sense of surprise.

“This is…”, Elliot said, stuttering.

“A Concorde 003”, Noah said.

“This plane is 400 years old. Will this even fly”, Stella asked.

“Only one way to find out”, Noah said as he rushed to find a way to get inside the old plane.

The Concorde was parked on a lifting platform, which was controlled by a wide panel standing on it. Elliot approached the controls, which were all turned off. With the help of the Marker, Elliot was able to re-direct some input power to the room, provided by one of the many backup generators that used to be found and used in launch stations, in situations when electric power delivered by the normal network would fail. Light illuminated the whole room as energy was being delivered to it. Elliot’s first preoccupation was to close the garage’s door. As he did so, Noah rounded the majestic airplane, trying to find a way or some stairs that would allow them to climb on it.

“Here”, he shouted close to the Concorde’s front door, “there is something here on this part of the platform. I think it lifts itself as stairs”

He saw Elliot scavenging the control panel, looking for some button or control that would elevate that tiny portion of the floor. “Here”, Elliot said. At the same time, a small platform within the bigger one where the plane was parked lifted itself, taking the form of stairs that connected the floor to the old Concorde’s right entrance. As the stairs connected with the white fuselage, access was provided, allowing Noah to climb in. Stella followed him as he got into the passenger’s cabin. All the passenger seats were sharp and clean, awfully clean, like if time never went through them.

The cockpit had thousand of dolls and switches in front of the pilot, first officer and flight engineer seats. The Concorde was one of the only planes in the early 2000s that was still using a flight engineer as a permanent crew member. She was also one of the very few planes who never got an onboard auxiliary power unit installed, meaning she was reliant on electrical ground power once on parking position. Additionally, she also needed an air starter  to start the engines. All of that had to be somehow provided there, if they were to have any kind of hope to get to Vakten alive.

Using his marker, Noah asked Elliot to look for some switch that would deliver electrical power to Concorde. In a matter of seconds, light involved the whole cabin and illuminated the buttons all around the plane’s cockpit.

Noah took the left seat.

“This piece of crap is too slow”, Stella argued as she took the flight engineer’s seat, “Can you even fly it”

“Her”, Noah took the V-shaped wheel onto his hands, “It’s a she and she is not slow. The ships you see outside are for transport, not for pursuing, They will take time to deploy the rangers, so we might have a chance.”

A strong beep signal started to shout from their wrists.

“They know we are here”, she pointed, “lots of them”

“Elliot”, he was screaming to the Marker, “get us to the runway”.

In an instant, the sound of hydraulics started to be listened throughout the entire room where they were. The platform started to lower itself and soon they were swallowed by the floor.

“Starting the inboard engines. Full break power”. A very strong and loud sound started to get out of the inboard Olympus 593 Mrk610 turbojet engines, so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire room.

“Power to the inboard engines”, Stella said.

Elliot closed the cabin’s door and swung onto the first officer’s seat.

“Inboard engines on, starting the onboard engines”, ordered Noah as he received clearance from Stella to start the most outer engines of the plane.

“Engines on”, Stella said as the platform started to rise itself towards the runway.

“Nose down to taxing position”, he ordered Elliot, “that lever on your side. Third position. How are our fuel levels?”.

“Not the best”, shouted Stella, almost screaming, due to the fact that the cabin was being invaded by a very fuzzy sound generated by the four Rolls-Royce engines.

Fuck, Noah thought to himself, these engines are highly fuel inefficient. Reaching cruise altitude will burn a lot of fuel and we will never reach Vakten. On the other hand, if we fly too low the plane will literally melt, due to the fact that the air is much denser at lower altitudes.

“Done”, Elliot replied as the platform reached its final destination, nose down to a five degree position. They were already lined up with the runway. The surroundings seemed to be clear and out of enemies. Grey clouds were building up on the sky as if a storm as going to struck them soon.

“Elliot, what is the probability of raining today”

Elliot reached his Marker.

“High, about per cent”, he said as he returned his hands again onto the Concorde’s wheel.

Good, he thought once again, we can use the rain to cool down the airplane, so we can fly low.

“Stella, do you see those four switches down the engine switches? They turn on something which we call reheaters. They will give us extra thrust during takeoff. I want you to turn them on once I say ‘now’; first inboard, then outboard reheaters”.


All the 3 Markers started to beep again. A wave of enemies was coming to their position

“We need to leave. Now!”

“Aren’t we even going to follow the checklist”, Elliot was visibly scared.

“No time for caution”, said Stella, with a tricky smile on her face.

“Breaks off. 3,2,1, NOW”

Stella pressed the inner buttons to turn on the two first reheaters. An even stronger sound came out of the engines as they as they started to move slowly on the runway.

“They are here”, shouted Noah, as a blue light came from the back of the plane, travelling through the cockpit’s right side.

“We can’t go back now. Turn the onboard reheaters on”

“Onboard reheaters on”

The whole plane started to shake as it was gaining speed”

“Building airspeed, 100 knots”, Elliott announced.

“It looks like it’s going to break apart”, she was hanging tight to her seat.

“She won’t”. Flashes started to come from the back of the plane started in a greater number as they were going faster and faster, “Elevons up 11 degrees in 3,2,1”. The noose raised itself from the runway and, in a matter of seconds, the whole plain had taken off.

“We are flying”, Noah said, “Visor up, lever fourth position now. We have no time to lose. Full thrust. We are getting out of subsonic as soon as possible”. The visor went up blocking the majority of the sound coming from the engines. It took them sometimes until they reached the maximum speed of Mach 2, plane shaking the whole way through.

“We are overheating. Air is too dense here, we need to climb”, Stella advised as she looked to the thermometers in the control panels that measured the temperature of the fuselage”

“We can’t, we don’t have enough fuel for that. You keep balancing the plane with what we have. The lift center is moving to the tale. Elliot, where is our rain”

“The relative humidity levels are on their highest. Any time now”

Once more, the three markers started to alarmingly beep.

“We have enemy ships on our back”, Elliot screamed.

Rain started to hit plane’s fuselage, regarding they were flying under the clouds level. Within five minutes thunderbolts started to rage furiously in the sky. The enemy ships were literally on their back.

“Monitor the backshots with the Marker. There’s no other way to do this”, Stella ordered.

“ROLL IT”, Elliot screamed, as Noah made the Concorde do a 360 degree roll. A  burst of lights passed over the airplane’s cockpit.

How can they be here already, Noah thought to himself, “How far are we from the secure zone”

“Not far”, Stella replied, after checking the distance with her Marker. Once in the secure zone, the anti-aircraft artillery will take their enemies out.

“Can you contact Vakten with the Marker”, Noah asked Stella, “We are not as far as before”.

“Not yet, we need to be within a 20 km range from the secure line”

That’s close, they will take us down as well, “How long until we reach it?”

“64 seconds to reach the 20 km range. Then we have exactly 29.39 seconds to make contact with Vakten so they won’t bring us down”

“Elliot”, Noah was firmly looking to him, “count the seconds on your Marker”, he redirected his head again to the open horizon, “And pray”

Elliot marked the both times to reach the contact and secure line, as the plane was quickly flying towards the first one.

“NOW”, Elliot screamed. Stella immediately started to contact Vakten. They rapidly answer.

“Yes, I said white Concorde, I repeat white Concorde”

“What? How the…”, someone said on the other side.

“There’s no time for that. We ask for clear path and house cleaning on the secure zone”

“You are flying supersonic. Slow down or we won’t have time to contact the ground bunkers”

“There’s no time for that! We have them on our tail”. The controller took the order on the other side and hanged the call, on an effort to try to contact the ground times to not shot them down with their enemies.

“How much do we still have Elliot?” Noah asked, nerves spiking.

“Ten seconds”

“May Tulia’s soul protect us”, Noah sighed, as they finally entered the secure zone.

The tale of the Golden boy

There was once a golden boy who was born in a family of silver parents, brothers and uncles. The other silver kids at school used to make fun of his golden fingers and golden head, which always made the Golden boy feel apart from the world surrounding him. But in spite of being different, his family and his few friends loved his different way of being, the way the Golden boy used to shine. But the Golden boy couldn't see or feel it, he was blind to the love the ones closer to him were trying to deliver. He felt apart, lonely and sad, hurt by everything around him. He wished every night, before going to sleep, of running away to a place where no one could ever follow him, away from all the other silver kids and their silver looks, a place where we could find understanding and happiness. So, one night, the Golden boy decided to build a spaceship and run away from home, to a very distant planet, in a very distant galaxy, somewhere where he could finally feel loved. And so, one night, the Golden boy jumped into his spaceship and flew away towards the stars. We flew and flew, far far way from home, to a place where no one would ever mock him again. He landed on a rocky planet, without any homes or streets, without any people or living beings around. The Golden boy waited for something, for someone to show up, day and night, under sunny rays and cold rain, waiting and waiting, always next to his spaceship, until one day, a Little boy of black hair and green eyes, wearing a blue scarf and a smile bigger than the universe, found him alone in the rocky desert.

'Who are you?', the Little boy asked.
'I'm the Golden boy', he said with his head leaning down.
'Why are you so sad?', the Little boy noticed. But instead of waiting for the Golden boy's answer, and in a gesture of pure gentleness, the Little boy grabbed the Golden boy's hand and they both disappeared deep into the desert.

They walked day and night, spending every second together, playing like little children and walking towards nowhere, the Little boy was capable of putting a genuine smile in the Golden's boy face. The Golden boy felt happy and understood for the very first time in his life and was capable of finally understanding the sense of true love and friendship. They went to see the mountains and the sea, always sleeping under a tent full of stars, both grow close together like no one would ever imagine.

One night, in the top of a very high mountain, they found a quite temple surrounded by birds and tall trees, and a very old man laying on a red chair, with white hair and long beard falling close to his feet.

The Golden boy was scared. That was the very first person he was seeing on that planet, apart from the Little boy.

The little boy hugged his friend and brought him closer to the old man.
What's a soulmate?', the Little boy asked.
The Old man smiled, leaning his head towards the dark blue sky full of stars.
'A soulmate', said the old man, 'it's like a best friend. No. It's more than that. It's someone… That knows you better than anyone… And that you know better than anyone…'. The Little boy smiled and grabbed the Golden boy's hand, 'It's someone that accepts you by exactly who you are', kept the Old man saying, 'Someone that makes you a better person. Or someone that you admire in such a way that inspires you to be a better person', both boys looked to each other, 'it's someone you love unconditionally and that loves you unconditionally, someone that no matter where you are, will love you until the end of time and that can never stop loving you'.

Both boys hugged and promised to each other to never run way from one other's life.

The old man offered both boys shelter for the night and so they accepted. But on the next morning, the Little boy and the Old man had disappeared. The trees had dived into the earth, the birds had flown away and the temple had been token by the wind, leaving nothing left but the Golden boy alone in the top of the mountain.

The Golden boy looked day and night, without ever stopping, without ever resting, always looking for his friend. He looked on the tallest mountains, on the deepest caves and in the most distant oceans. For months he looked, without ever finding the Little boy.

Every night he prayed for the Little boy to come back, every night he cried for him, every night he dreamed of just spending one more last moment with his friend. So many times he begged the stars to return him back, so many times he screamed for him. But no one ever heard him.

The Little boy of black hair and green eyes, with a blue scarf and a smile bigger than the universe, never came back.

With his heart broken, the Golden boy cried one last time for his long lost friend and headed back to his spaceship.

When he finally got back, a blue scarf was brought to him by the wind, dancing and swirling, like if it was being carried by someone. It was the Little boy's blue scarf, the one he was always carrying around.

The little boy caught the blue scarf and wrapped it around his neck. He looked around, but again, there was no one on his sight. He cleaned his watery eyes with his long lost friend's scarf and jumped into his spaceship.
And finally, the Golden boy left the rocky planet, heading back home, with only memories around his neck.

the golden boy

Greenpeace is committing the biggest crime against mankind – A brief insight on GMOs

Sit down, because this will be a long one. You will now hear what an independent viewer, meaning I don’t work for any company nor am I a Greenpeace activist, has to say about this all GMO and Greenpeace debate.

But yes, you heard me right.
Greenpeace, the so-called environmental and super friendly non-profit organization, is in fact perhaps committing the biggest crime of the 21st Century.

“Why?”, you may ask so. It’s actually pretty simple. All goes around a subject which is known by the name of ‘Golden Rice’.

Golden Rice, as the Golden Rice Project organization states, it’s a variety of rice (which is not owned by any company), product of the meticulous work of thousands of scientists that joined forces to produce, through genetic engineering methods, a variety of rice that is capable of biosynthesize beta-carotene, which is in turn transformed in our bodies into vitamin A. But why the need of having rice producing beta-carotene? Can’t we obtain vitamin A from other sources? What’s the point?

You see my dear reader, the problem is that in the poorest parts of the world there is an extremely concerning shortage of dietary vitamin A. Why so? Precisely because these populations just eat rice, which lacks beta-carotene. They have no financial means nor even access to food that is able to deliver the need for vitamin A to these populations, such as meat, fish or cheese. The main goal of the Golden rice project is to deliver biofortified rice to these households. The fact that the major part (if not all) of the calorie diary intake is acquired from rice makes it the perfect food target to deliver these lacking vitamins to these populations. For instance, nutrient and vitamin deficiency is the cause of blindness in almost half-million children every year.

As a matter of fact, deficiency of vitamin A in these populations is so dramatic that is estimated to kill 670,000 children under the age of 5 each year, according to a study made in 2008 by Black RE et al. Adding to these numbers, shortage of vitamin A is also responsible to kill up to 2 million people per year, due to the fact that low levels of vitamin A cause weakening of the immune system, therefore making these people highly subjective to contract disease, from which they would otherwise survive provided they had access to vitamin A sources.

So, what’s the problem? If we have a problem and a solution, why isn’t the problem being solved? With golden rice one is basically providing a source of vitamin A without really changing the alimentar habits of these populations. It sounds like the perfect solution! So, what’s the deal?

The deal is called Greenpeace.

Greenpeace argues that GE Golden rice it’s highly dangerous to these populations, provided the fact that it is a genetically modified product and that its consumption doesn’t really represent a way of solving the problem, while representing dangerous harm to these people’s health.

Yes, Golden Rice it’s a GMO.

And this is where most people will probably stop reading.

Comparison between Golden rice (left) and ‘normal’ rice (right). Photo by the International Rice Research Institute (IRRI). Retrieved from:


But before you do that, allow yourself to be educated (because fear towards GMOs is really no more than the product of lack of information) and let me dismistify what in fact the word GMO means:

Genetic Engineering is used in many fields and therefore GMOs are used in many medical applications. They range from pharmaceutical products, such as the recombinant hepatitis B vaccine, to the production of artificial insulin from E. Coli, which is used to treat diabetes. Although the use of GMOs for medical applications seems to be quite well accepted by society, one can not say the same thing when the subject changes to using genetic engineering for food applications. But why is it so if they are the exact same thing?

To try to explain you what a GMO is allow me first to give you a brief insight on basic molecular biology.

Just imagine yourself casually driving your car back home on a day after work. You turn on the radio, but you realize that none of your favorite radio stations is playing your favorite songs or artists. So you just get yourself one of your CDs and play it on the car CD player. Although CDs have different records, songs and artists, they are all CDs, this is, in spite of having different information stored on them, they are all CDs and they can all be read by the same CD player, which happens to be in your car. This is easy to perceive, right?

You see, humans and all living organisms are exactly the same.

The way you look, the way you sound, the way you behave, everything is due to the information that is stored in your genes, which happens to be basically in the form of DNA.

To put it on a different way, it’s like we are all CDs that can be read by the same radio player, we just have different songs imprinted in our records, and that’s what makes person A different from person B. But, you know that different songs are still made from the same musical notes, because music is universal, the notes are just arranged in different ways, sequences and times and that’s what makes the songs different. That’s why you have hard rock songs from AC/DC and Pop music songs from artists like Madonna. They all used the same blocks of information (musical notes) to build their songs, but the arrangement they made with those blocks just led them to completely different results. It’s the exact same thing with DNA. DNA, like music, is universal, and can be read and understood by any organism. The CD players that are capable of reading these molecules are called Polymerases. If the cell wants to make another identical molecule of DNA, she will use a CD player called DNA Polymerase. If the cell, for example, wants to make a protein, she will use a CD player called RNA Polymerase. And a tomato RNA polymerase can read my DNA as it can read yours, because even though we have different traits when compared to other species, the blocks that built the information to make us different are still exactly the same! DNA is the universal biological language and it can be read by every single being in the exact same way! Just like music! All organisms are made of DNA sequences. It’s like building completely different houses, ones more sophisticated than the others, but still with the exact same concrete! Isn’t this amazing?

The chemical nature of the information is exactly the same for every single organism on Earth. The building-blocks that make up DNA are called nucleobases and there are 4 types of nucleobases, which are the same for every single existing form of life. A, which stands for Adenine, C, which stands for Cytosine, G for Guanine and T for Thymine. Yes, you heard my right, only 4 different building-blocks! We can even consider music to be more complex than the code of life, since there are much more musical notes than there are nucleobases. However, these 4 nucleobases can be arranged in different manners, giving billions and billions of different possible combinations and sequences. I have an A, a G, a T and a C, as an ant as an A, a G, a T and a C, as a bacteria as an A, a G, a T and a C, as corn crop as an A, a G, a T and a C.

Nucleobases are then read by RNA Polymerases (one of our CD  players) on a process known as transcription. These RNA Polymerases (RNAPs) read our DNA genes and produce a primary transcript called messenger RNA (mRNA). This RNA molecule is basically a copy of the gene in another biological language almost identical to the DNA code, the ‘RNA code’, This mRNA will serve as a carrier for the information on the DNA genes to another CD player called the ‘Ribosome’. Ribosomes are where the ‘serious business’ happens. They are responsible to translate the DNA message within our genes and carried by the RNA transcripts into proteins. It’s texting someone. The information o your text would be the DNA gene and the interpretation that the person who’s reading your text gets from your message would be the protein. But you cannot without internet nor phone service, right? The mRNA transcript would be our ‘phone service’. Without it, the message in our genes cannot be delivered to produce proteins, for example. The ribosome will then scavenge trough the mRNA transcript looking for the best place to attach to it. Once attached, the Ribosome will translate all the information within the mRNA transcript into polypeptide chains which will eventually form a protein. Proteins are then used by cells in a variety of functions.

This two-step process of transcription and translation is transversal to any living organism on Earth.


Do you get it now? We all have the exactly same mechanisms and blocks of information, the difference between you and me is that this information is arranged in a different way, but when you compare your code sequence to mine you will find that it’s, obviously, arranged in a more similar manner than when you compare your code to a tomato. If a tomato has a gene whose sequence is AGCC and which is responsible to code for a protein that makes tomato resistant to drought (this is just an example) what science can do is to take this sequence from tomato and introduce it into the song of ‘The DNA of Corn fields’ turning it into the song of ‘The DNA of Corn fields that don’t dry out’. And this is basically what a GMO is.

You see now? How can this be dangerous? It’s the exact same nucleobases. You already have those nucleobases in your body! It’s not like those nucleobases are from tomatoes and just from tomatoes and if you are not a tomato you will die. It’s not like that. Think that, instead of introducing a segment ‘already made’ of AGCC, I could have just picked up four nucleobases already on corn and build the exact same sequence of AGCC.

Or, better if you want, just imagine picking up a TTTT sequence on corn’s DNA and change it to A*TTT. It’s the exact same thing as changing a musical note in a song. Just changing a position of a base on your own DNA sounds much less dangerous, right? Because it’s already your own? But what if, instead of generating a thousand of changes in my DNA and wait (and hope) that will give me a gene that codes for drought resistance, why don’t I just introduce it from another organism, which I already know of and which I have already studied the effects and products? They might come from different places but they are exactly similar and they will be read by the Polymerases in the exact same way. If this gene produces insulin in organism A, it will produce insulin in organism B, because the sequence and, therefore, the information is still the same. It’s not because we transferred a gene that produces beta-carotene in organism A to rice that now this gene will magically start to produce some sort of venom in rice crops that will kill you. The gene and the information is exactly the same, we just changed it from one room to another. We know exactly what the gene does and we know, for instance, that beta-carotene is not harmful, it’s actually essential to your body and humans face severe health conditions when they don’t ingest enough beta-carotene.

Several populations in Africa, like in Asia, also suffer from severe lack of vitamin A, due to poor nutritious diets. Photo by the International Rice Research Institute (IRRI). Retrieved from:

In the end of the day it’s literally and exactly the same. It’s not that an AGCC sequence has a paper label saying “hey!, I’m a tomato gene”. That would be the same thing as saying that the binary code sequence of 10111 can only be read by a MacBook Pro, when we know that binary code can be read and interpreted in the same way by every single computer machine. Saying that 10111 is a code line just for Macs is extremely silly to say.

However, I’m just imagining that you could be thinking, “okey, but why would I want to change a single base pair in my DNA? Even though it’s my own DNA, wouldn’t that be dangerous for me? Wouldn’t that kill me or give me an extra arm or super vision?”

Well, sorry to disappoint you, but changing a base-pair, deleting or introducing longer pieces of DNA won’t really give you an extra arm or X-ray vision and surely won’t kill you either. This process is actually much more common than you might think and base changes, for instance, happen all the time in your body. You probably have millions of those changes happening right now!

We call it mutations! Another scary word, right?

But what really the word ‘mutation’ means is that we have a DNA sequence of AGCC and by some random process, one of the bases, for example, turns out to be changed (AT*CC). But do you want to hear an interesting fact? If you have blues you are a GMO in a broad sense. Yes! If you have blue eyes you are a mutant, like the ones you see on Marvel or D.C.. You are a mutant and you carry a mutation on the set of genes that code for the color of your eyes, which made them go from brown to blue. You are literally a genetic modified organism. A GMO. Are you toxic then? Should we throw you away and get the world rid of this horrible mutation that is ‘blue eyes’?

And do you remember when I said before that we could also generate “a thousand of changes in my DNA and wait (and hope) that will give me a gene that codes for drought resistant”? But how would I accomplish this? Let me explain you this with an example given by the great Charles Darwin in chapter I of the On the Origin of Species: the cultivation of the pear.

As Darwin mentions, based on Pliny’s description, the pear, though cultivated in classical times, appears to have been a fruit of very inferior quality, with very bad look and taste. However, that’s kinda hard to imagine, given the fact the we all know that the pear is quite an enjoyable and very suitable fruit to eat. So, how came an inferior fruit, which was found to have very bad taste and aspect, ending up being an highly appreciated fruit? The answers lies on us. We did it. We changed this fruit in such a manner that we completely transformed it when compared to its primordial form and, by doing so, we eradicated its pre-domestic state. Dogs, for example. We’ve always heard that they descend from wolves. And this is absolutely true. Over thousand of years, farmers, sometimes on a conscious way, sometimes almost unconsciously, have been selecting the crops that originate from the best seeds and mating the best individuals to generate better progeny. How so? Imagine yourself being a ‘ancient’ farmer surrounded by very bad looking and untasty pears. You occasionally find a very beautiful pear and another one that has a very tasty flavour. What farmers did was to select the seeds originated from these two fruits with better quality and crossbreed them (it means to mate two individuals) to generate progeny according to their desire of having a better fruit. This is an example of conscious selection. An example of unconscious selection would be if the farmers, in these process of selection, happened to choose seeds from a pear which was not only tasty, but that was also big in size. It wasn’t their desire to select a big pear, however since this trait was also on an individual carrying the trait they wanted to select, they ended up adding this mutation to the final product that is the pear that we know of today, without really aiming to do so. They did it unconsciously.

This process of constantly selecting the best mutations and crossbreed them to generate better offspring is called artificial selection. He had a pear which lacked quality, pretty much how today we have rice that lacks vitamin A, and we transformed it in such manner that we completely changed it’s ‘natural’ form of occurring in Nature, to a better and improved version. In other words, we genetically modified it. The pre-domesticated form of the pear has nothing to do with the one we so well know today. And we have been genetically modifying crops and animals since the dawn of ages. Wheat itself is another widely known example of a genetically modified organism. We’ve been eating GMOs all this time and nobody has died for it.

Although having this said, you might still think “Fine, but these genetic modifications and these genetic organisms originated by themselves and therefore it’s not dangerous to consume a product like this”.

Well, what have I been saying here all along? The code is exactly the same! If I crossbreed two individuals over time, like in artificial selection, I would have achieved the same exact result! There is absolutely no biological difference between the product generated on method A and the product generated on method B. The only difference is that on A you achieved it by methods of artificial selection, which probably took you thousand of years and substantial amount of luck to generate progeny with the desired trait, while with genetic engineering, the same result took you a couple of years to achieve. Genetic engineering itself it’s actually the evolved form of humans doing artificial selection. On artificial selection, we just wait and select the best crops, which we will crossbreed to give us better pears, for example. With GMO technology you don’t wait, neither you have direct control on the process of mutagenesis (process of generating a mutation), instead you just pick up an existing gene, which you already know what it does, and put it on your pear to generate the desired pear product. You saved thousand of years and you could yourself have solved a world major problem in a small amount of time. This is what the Golden Rice project is trying to do with Golden rice.

Food coming from GMOs crops is no different from food coming from non-GMO crops.

I perceive anti-GMO propaganda more as a faith or religious belief than an actually standing point-of-view based on real arguments.

Do you understand now how tremendously silly you sound every time you say GMOs are bad? How ignorant you look every time you say that you are an anti-GMO activist? It’s awful. Saying that a GMO is bad is the same thing as saying that the white wall is black when it’s clearly white. We are all genetically modified organisms in a broad sense. And everything that walks or exists on earth is genetically modified when compared to its ancestor. We are all GMOs. You are a GMO. Even clones don’t share a 100% similarity with the organism from where their DNA originated from. This is due to the fact that DNA Polymerases are error-prone. And this is exactly why mutations occur. And this is exactly why we are all different. And this is why we evolve. And this is why you should stop arguing about the safety of GMOs or next time, if you have blue eyes, I’ll tell the security guard on the front of your favorite club that you are a very dangerous GMO so he won’t allow you in. Get over it.

It happens the exact same thing with Golden Rice. GR it’s yellow because it’s full of beta-carotene, not because it’s dangerous.

Golden rice as a viable source of food. Photo by the International Rice Research Institute (IRRI). Retrieved from: 

The problem is not really with the concept of Golden rice itself, but with the lack of knowledge about how exactly organisms work in a molecular biology level and of what GMOs are. People don’t act out of logic, they act out of fear, because the media wants you to believe that biotechnology and genetically modifying an organism are man-made processes, when they are in fact just two more amazing processes that make up Nature and Evolution themselves. Nature genetically modifies itself all the time. When people hear the word GMO they immediately associate with toxic bacteria genes that make bananas blue and that are going to kill us or that are going to give us cancer. And credit shall be given, GMO is indeed a scary word. However, I hope now you can yourself have an idea of how stupid it is to think like this. There is not even such thing as ‘bacteria genes’. There are ‘genes from bacteria’. It’s not like bacteria own the genes. It’s the same thing as with music or with binary code.

So why does Greenpeace keep on affirming that GE Golden rice is not safe? Why would the environmental group have such an anti-science and anti-humanitarian policy against what it seems to be a great solution that could end a situation where millions of men women and little children die due to the lack of an essential dietary nutrient?

We now understand that much of this fear and this position against the Golden rice project is due to the fact that GMOs are regarded as bad or toxic products to consume, which, as we have seen, it’s not true at all.

However, to make a good point, one also needs to explore and debate the arguments that are given by Greenpeace against Golden rice usage.

One of the strongest Greenpeace’s arguments is when they refer that GR took 20 years and tens of millions of dollars to create (no idea where this numbers came from), which could have been better invested on more practical and working solutions, providing a much simple and viable solution.

And, I mean, don’t get me wrong, even to me this seems to be absolutely true. But, I mean, lets be honest and think a bit. This argument just dies by itself. We have it now, right? We spent to many resources doing this, whatever you say, but we got the solution, we spent a lot of money as you say, and you are still not using it? Focus on the present. We have a problem and a solution for it. Use it and stop barging about the fact that scientists spent to much money on it. It’s not like Scientists can go back in time and give you the money they spent on the last 20 years. As I said, this argument just dies by itself. You look like babies. Get over it.

Aren’t there millions of dollars being used in the world right now and that are being, as you say, ‘badly’ invested? Why aren’t you barging about those?

But nevertheless, lets just go back twenty years then. Having millions of dollars at your disposal, would we use them to solve this problem? Would this still be enough? Would we use these millions to solve the problem, instead of investing them on Science? You see, governments have a lot money at their disposal and a very little amount of that is directed to Science. What about these other million dollars that don’t go to Science? Why are we not talking about those millions instead? Where did they go to? It’s easy to say that Science is the culprit. These people need more that money then scientists do. And that’s absolutely true. But why Science? Why would we sacrifice and give up on something whose only goal is to actually benefit mankind? What about all the millions that were used for over 20 years to pay the incommensurable high salaries of politicians and so on? It’s easy to make Science the villain and say that these millions would have rather been better invested on directly helping these populations. But, again, what about those millions spent on paying high politician salaries? Wouldn’t they have also been better invested on solving the vitamin A deficiency problem? Besides, it’s not that these millions were spent on some summer vacations in the Azores. As you emphasized, they were actually spent on work which lasted for over 20 years and which, by instance, came up with a solution for the problem.

This is what’s wrong with society. We spend considerable amounts of human and financial resources in the name of Science and progress, so we can develop better medicines, better computers, better food, etc., all things that improve, not only our own quality of life, but that of our children and future generations. We all use it, but still, there are some who keep on saying that spending money on research is not necessary. Such hypocrisy. It looks like one of those arguments given by one of those hardcore anti-Science activists that are completely against spending money on Science, but that then, very ironically, use a cell phone to post all of those vicious anti-science visions on Facebook and Twitter.

Men could never survive without science. Progress is driven by dream, which is delivered by an everlasting desire of improvement. This desire is delivered by Science, We invented the concept ourselves and trying to blame Science for our mistakes conflicts with the most primordial trait of human nature: to achieve progress.

Aerobic rice in farmers field
Farmers broadcasting fertilizer on an aerobic rice field as described by IRRI. Photo by the International Rice Research Institute (IRRI). Retrieved from:

The second given argument is actually a very old one, and it’s not directly related with GE Golden rice, but with GMOs instead, and which is related with the fact that GE Golden rice can easily ‘contaminate’ non-GE rice by inadvertently mixing seeds during processes such as harvesting and transportation. However, I never really got to understand the practical sense of this argument, especially given the fact of knowing about the concept and reality of artificial selection, and that humans have been genetically modifying organisms and spreading them over Nature for millennia. We have done it in the past. We do it in the present. And we will keep doing it in the future. Nevertheless, I really think that this argument also just dies by itself, regarding the fact that we know that Nature is constantly seeking to change itself. Organisms are always evolving and evolution is a natural process. Mutation happens constantly in Nature and it’s a process on which man has absolutely no control. Nature is constantly seeking to improve itself. The grain seed that you are trying to preserve today and that you are trying to protect from GMO contamination, won’t be the same seed that you will have in 5 or even 1 year. As I said, mutations occur all the time and nature at some point, like it does with all living things, will select the best mutations to ‘go on’  and eliminate the ‘old’ ones which have less advantage to reproduce, just like the ‘ancient’ pear. The rice that you will have in 100 or 1000 of years will surely not be the same that you have today, even though you try to absolutely have no influence on the process. Mother Nature is the absolute ruler. Who knows if in a thousand years won’t arise a mutation that gives the ability to rice to biosynthesize beta-carotene, like Golden rice already does today? But still, if getting GE golden rice to spread over nature, if that’s the price to pay to save millions of innocent lives, then I’ll gladly pay that priceAnd that is what you should really consider. Besides, knowing what artificial selection is, I think we should see it more as an opportunity to understand ecosystem dynamics. These different subjects will co-exist together. Yes, it’s not like GE Golden rice will eradicate ‘normal’ rice from the face of the Earth. Golden rice has no reproductive fitness advantage over ‘normal’ rice. Rice is self-pollinated and, as Greenpeace mentions in its website, there is no physical difference between a seed of ‘normal’ rice and a seed of GE Golden rice, meaning that one won’t have more probability to be more dispersed than the other. They will co-exist. But even considering this scenario, I would just like to mention that there are various methods nowadays that have been reveled to be highly efficient in controlling and blocking the dispersion of GMO seeds and grains over nature. It’s not as a big of a problem as Greenpeace wants you to believe.

Another interesting argument is presented in Greenpeace’s video All that glitters is not Gold – The truth about GE Golden rice. An idea is given to the viewer that the major barrier opposing to the introduction of Golden rice as a viable solution for these populations is the mere fact that these population are themselves against the concept of Golden rice and the whole project itself, acting out of fear that the GE crops might be dangerous to their health. This is complemented to the fact that they also mention in their website that is irresponsible to impose GE Golden rice due to its contradictory nature to religious beliefs, culture and sense of identity of these populations. However, this anti-Golden rice argument  is again generated due to the lack of knowledge from these people about what a GMO and golden rice really are. Greenpeace has the perfect notion of this and still lets these people live in ignorance.

Not to say that the line stating that is irresponsible to impose GE Golden rice due to its contradictory nature to religious beliefs, culture and sense of identity, just seems to be a very hypocritical, disparaging and even an imperialistic kind of argument. It’s like saying that these people are inferior and not able to accept, understand and go along with change and new ideas.  We live in a world made up by Science and, therefore, change. If we were able to adapt to the continuous work and new ways of doing things that science has provided us all over the years, like changing from carrier pigeons to cell phones, why wouldn’t these people be capable of doing the same? Is Greenpeace trying to imply that we are smarter or superior somehow? Saying that these communities cannot accept change or science due to cultural issues is basically treating them as inferior beings, which are not smart enough to understand or embrace science and progress. Shame on you Greenpeace. I’m pretty sure that if these people were given access to some sort of information about what GMOs and Golden rice really are, they would understand and use it as a viable solution. But Greenpeace doesn’t think so.

A letter urging Greenpeace to end its opposition against genetically modified organisms and to cease its efforts to block the introduction of Golden rice in developing populations with vitamin A deficiency was signed for more than 100 Nobel prize laureates. Just take it as a hint.

With all of this said, I see no point on keeping on saying that Golden rice is dangerous to these populations, that it doesn’t respect their beliefs or even that it doesn’t comprise a viable solution for the problem. We have thousands of children dying at this very moment, we have a solution for the problem and yet we are not allowed to solve it, because this environmental organization, which by its dimension and influence, should have more responsibility regarding this issue, and cease affirming that Golden rice is not a solution, when it can clearly solve the problem of poverty and starvation that ruins the world. We are facing the biggest crime against mankind and yet we stand quite.

So, I would like to address the following:

Dear Greenpeace,

It’s easy to be against technology when you walk around with full bellies and children are starving to death. You are preventing mankind to reach its full potential, you are the cancer of a rotten society which lacks for compassion, you represent the hate and the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. You are piled with despicable arrogance and once you realize the proportions of your crime, not even your own selves will give you enough peace to atone for your sins.

Next time one of your children contracts hepatitis B or is need of an insulin injection, let them die, because you are against GMOs right? How hypocritical. You take advantage of GMO technology for your own profit but when the time comes to let this technology help those really in need, you just don’t allow it.

But, once you realize that what you are doing is wrong, nothing will stand on our way, and science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.

A reflection about time

I always knew that starting to write articles about reflections would be some sort of a very tricky job,  however, in spite of knowing that, it’s also something that I could not prevent myself of doing.

As human beings, we long for human interaction, craving in the most deep and hidden places of our mindsets for friendship, love and understanding. Even thought some of us might not say or admit so, we all look for it, it’s an extension of human nature itself and one cannot avoid it.

The key here is how we envision ourselves in these relationships and how does one enjoys them. What do I mean by this? Simple. But first let me explain you my concept of time and living.

You see, life for me it’s just this. A game. But indeed just this. We are not prepared for this mortality, we are not prepared for this mortal way of living. So men, as creative and deep thinkers, try to create a system where one is allowed to live forever. And, as far as I see it, we do so, not because we intend to live for eternity, but because we have the need to forgive ourselves for the things we don’t do and hope that we will have another opportunity in a different life or in heaven to make up for our mistakes or the things we didn’t do during life. As for me, I’m tormented by a very different vision of reality, time and space. As I said, life for me it’s really just this, after we die there’s nothing, we don’t even have the perception of being nothing. And this perception of reality has allowed me to live life in a very different and particular way. It lets me enjoy every single moment, the present and the most little things of life, at the fullest, because I know that I won’t have another chance to enjoy them.

And here is where most people fail to understand the true sense of living. In the so-called developed countries, one can live up to 80 years, 60 of which are spent doing nothing more than working. We focus too much on the mundane aspects of life and once we realize that we haven’t experienced as much as we wanted to, we want to go back in time and make up for our mistakes. But time only moves forward and with it we grow old and wise, wise enough to start building this perception that we are no more than mortal beings and that soon everything will come to an end.

But this perception, this way of seeing things, it’s kind of a double-edge sword. Once you have something, it allows you to appreciate all of mother earth’s gifts at their maximum potential. But when you loose something… That’s when things get complicated. Why?

Because you know that you lost a connection, you’ve lost something or someone in your life and you will probably never get another chance to enjoy that person’s energy, that person’s way of being, smile and memories. And once you loose something or someone, having this kind of perception… It’s horrible… It’s truly horrible, because you know how much you enjoyed spending your time with this person, you know how great those memories and old times were, you know how good everything was, and then you feel this sense of loss, because you appreciated all of it and you know what you are loosing. Of course there are a lot of people out there, a lot of things to enjoy and so on. But a connection like that one? You might have one like that, but exactly the same? Never. And this is what makes you sad above all.  The connection is lost and you cannot help yourself from having this incommensurable sense of disturbance.

But I would rather have and lose and then having and never think about this person or thing again. Loss makes us stronger, make us gain experience and make us, if we didn’t perceive that before, appreciate at some point of our lives, how happy we were in the moments we were with these people, and it teaches us not to make the same mistakes again.

Nevertheless, this is how everyone should perceive life and time. I’m not saying that this is the holy grail of wisdom or that this way of seeing things is the correct one. What I’m just asking is a very simple thing, and if you didn’t get it yet, here it is then:




Appreciate and try to understand the one next to you, enjoy every single second with that person, be kind, always, but most of all, appreciate that person’s soul and way of being, enjoy diversity and the fact that everyone is different and unique and that you won’t find anyone like that ever again. Because that’s the true out of it. If you heard before that everyone is replaceable, that’s a lie. We are all our own selves and for more that we want, there are not copies of ourselves. It enhances you to understand every single part of someone’s past, present and future. It takes human experience to its fullest and it teaches us understanding and compassion, how to live by each other’s happiness and not by each other’s misery.

I love my friends and family, but with this perception, I can love them even more and enjoy every single moment I spend close to them. And as Carl Sagan once said,

“In the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with Annie.”

This is how we should perceive what and who surrounds us from now on.

And this is how you turn 80 years, your perception of time, how you modulate things according to your own, into an endless adventure and how you turn you despicable and mortal reality into a wonderful journey.

A little insight

Hello my fellow readers!

First of all, let me mention that is for me a great pleasure that you are taking some of your precious time reading this! I hope we can explore together and debate some of the ideas that rage my mind and some of the present events that torment the world itself.

But, wait, I should introduce myself, right? How rude…

Well, I go by the name of Rodrigo. At least that’s the name my mother gave me. I’ve been around for 21 years (at least that’s what I’ve been told so far).

“Okey”, you might say, “Is that it?”. Well, I could spend a little more time writing a few lines about myself and what I want to accomplish with this blog. But I won’t! You see, I would one tell his readers the end of the story or the mid-plot at the beginning of the book? It doesn’t make sense, right?

Is the exact same thing that for me distinguishes a good from a bad writer. Good writers don’t need to sell all of their character’s personality traits or physical attributes just at once. What do I mean by this? Why am I even saying this? (You will understand really soon). Some writers commit the mistake of enumerating all of the physical and moral traits when they introduce a character. As an example, let’s take this:

“Georgina was the most beautiful woman of her time and everyone knew about her. Her blue eyes were blue like a endless ocean, her touch warm like dawn. But Georgina also had a great sense of justice and kindness(…)”, you see!? Right there! Why would one mention that Georgina has a great sense of justice or kindness, if one could, instead of directly writing it, demonstrate to the reader by the course of her actions, that she is a kind person? Isn’t that much more subtil and involving to the reader? It’s like you are interacting and socializing with the character yourself, you do your own judgements according to your point of view as a conscious human being.

But why am I mentioning all of this again?

To explain that this is the reason why I won’t be “selling myself” right now. I want you to get to know me by the way that I write and about what write. I want us to engage and grow together. You will see that I will be writing about a lot of things. Politics, ideas, space, love, food, fashion, technology, my every day life, and even some texts of mine that are part of book that I’ve been writing for quite some time. Those are just some of the topics that I will be writing about from now and then. I don’t want to follow a guideline or restrict this blog to just one topic of conversation, or better if you want, to just one target audience.  And that’s how I want you to know me.

Hope you stick around so we can engage together in this journey!


P.S.: Oh, yeah, right, I think I can mention this: I’m Portuguese, I just graduated from my Bachelor program and I will be moving to Lund to start my master in Biotechnology Engineering. So you know, some people could think I was planning on robbing a bank (not a bad idea tho).

Ohhh and here is a picture of me, super interesting. SUPER. No.