You sit on the banks of the river Tio with your ankles in the water, looking at the turquoise water and enjoying the singing of spring birds

You look up and notice on the other side of the river a boy dressed in a linen shirt with gold strings and wavy strands falling down his cheeks of the same color

You shuddered when the stranger raised his brown, emotionless look at you, and you realized that the barrier from the centuries-old war of peoples would not let you get closer