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**Estrela Do Mar** 

Jorge Palma, Só 

**The afternoon the day before impact** 

During the last afternoon of the summit, a few families decided to visit the gardens of the Shadegan Wildlife Refuge. Neither shrub nor plant was visible on the way there, as they drove along the streams, but as soon as they arrived at the garden, the entire group was overwhelmed by the lush, awe-inspiring vegetation and wildlife. There are infinite amounts of pockets of heaven on earth, some more heavenly than others, as the guide explained poetically: 

•	- Many claim this is the real garden from the Book of Genesis (Gen 0), the garden of the first man and woman. All around us are trees that are pleasing to the eye and good for food. Towards the middle of the garden, where we are heading, you will see the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. The river that irrigates the garden begins right here, separating itself into four headwaters. The name of the first is Pishon; it winds through the entire land of Havilah, where there is said to be gold. Then there is the Gihon: it winds through the entire land of Cush; the Tigris, which runs along the east side of Ashur. And the last one is the Euphrates. 

Eva started getting bored with all the names and details, and was soon devising a plan to slip away from the crowd. Luckily for her, there were too many security personnel. Too few and security is obsessive, too many and they become complacently relaxed. The guide went on: 

•	- As VIP visitors of this exclusive area, you are free to eat fruit from any tree, except for the apple trees in the middle of the garden, which you should not even touch; please respect the fences around them. Harmless wild animals may be spotted all over the grounds, and experienced bird watchers may spot rare creatures, impossible to find in any other place on earth. 

She made it. Eva slithered through the trees and bushes and found herself roaming the garden freely. She found a mushroom and ate it like Alice would. Soon after she fell asleep under an apple tree. She woke when she heard someone scream nearby. She rushed over and saw a boy, a little older than herself, at the bottom of a huge Malus pumila tree, his arms around his abdomen, in pain. 

•	-  What happened? Are you OK? 

•	-  I fell and hurt myself. I was trying to climb the tree. It hurts a lot. 

•	-  Where? 

•	-  Right here – the boy said, pointing to the left. – I think I heard something crack. 

•	-  Here, let me put some magic dust on it. 

•	-  That’s not magic dust. It’s sand. 

•	-  It’s not the sand that is magic silly, it’s me. Shh, let me do it. I can also go call the grown-ups. 

•	-  No, it’s OK, stay with me, I’m scared. I already called my mother, with my watch. 

•	-  Wow, that’s a fancy watch. It calls people? 

•	-  Yes, when I push this here my mother knows exactly where I am. 

•	-  If my mom finds out those things exist, I‘ll have to wear one too. 

•	-  It’s cool, look... it has games. 

•	-  Why did they paint a white bitten apple on the back of it? 
•	-  Maybe they were hungry – the little boy said, trying to laugh painlessly. 

•	-  Hungry and foolish – Eva joked, joining the boy in silliness. 

The hurt little boy was holding onto his ribs, trying not move as he pushed the emergency button on his watch again, but the battery died. 
•	-  I think I saw a snake, and tried to hide away. That’s why I was climbing the tree. 

•	-  Look – Eva said – I have six fingers on each hand. 

•	-  Six? No way! 

Adamah took Eva’s hand, fascinated. To the left of her left pinky was a teeny stub of a finger with no nail, half the size of the other fingers. 

•	-  That’s funny. 

•	-  The doctors wanted to cut them off when I was born, but my daddy didn’t let them. He was born with one too, but they cut his off. 

•	-  Why? 

•	-  Grown-ups do lots of strange things. 

•	-  My father has long hair. And he has a gun, a big gun. My father is the smartest of everybody. And my father... 

•	-  My daddy is smart too. 

•	-  Does he tell you the other side of stories? 

•	-  What is that? 

•	-  He says there’s always two sides to every story. He always tells me the other side of stories I hear at school. 

•	-  Huh? 

•	-  OK, tell me your favorite story. 

•	-  Red Riding Hood. 

•	-  I’ll show you a way to practice: I’m gonna tell you another version of your story, but this one is actually called red riding whore. 

•	-  You can’t say that, that’s a bad word. 

•	-  I know, but that’s the name of the story. I’ve never told anybody, because no one lets me say what I need to say to tell them the story. 

•	-  And can you tell me? 

•	-  OK, but you have to let me say the bad word. 

•	-  Why? 

•	-  ‘Cause i’s part of the story. 

•	-  OK. 

Adamah sat up, cleared his throat and told Eva the story. 

•	-  Once upon a time there was this wolf. Everybody called him The Big Bad Wolf because he smelled bad. But he was a nice wolf. One day he was walking in the forest and heard someone making a lot of noise. He rushed over and found a little girl singing and yelling. He told her how to behave, and reminded her that she was walking in a forest and some animals in the forest sleep during the day. She was very rude: she said she wasn’t allowed to talk to strangers. Then she turned her back to him and plucked some beautiful flowers out of the ground. He was furious, thinking to himself: A stranger? Me?! This is my forest! I’m not a stranger! She must be Grandma Fanny’s granddaughter! Because Grandma Fanny had told her friend the wolf how disrespectful her granddaughter was. She complained her mother hadn’t taught her the basic rules of the forest. So the wolf ran to Grandma’s house in a hurry and she let him in for some tea, as I said they were good friends. He knew Grandma loved games and he would play with her often. Grandma pulled out a chess board, ready to play, but the wolf told her what had happened. Then, he told Grandma: Let’s play a different game today Grandma Fanny. You hide in the closet and I’ll dress up like you. Then, when she comes to visit, I will tell her how to behave in the fo

**Sympathy For The Devil** 

The Rolling Stones, Beggars Banquet 

**11 Days to impact** 

•	-  Pick a card. 

•	-  I don’t believe in magic. 

•	-  Neither do I. – The Senator whispered, as he one-handedly fanned the deck spread out into a perfect full 180o semicircle. She took a card. – Memorize it, then hide it out of my sight. 

•	-  Senator, some have argued you should be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. Any comment? – Asked a veteran journalist to her bulk, old oak tree-like interviewee, just as she slipped the card into the back pocket of her jeans. 

•	-  Did you memorize it? 

•	-  Peace prize?! – The journalist insisted, as she repeated queen of spades in her mind. 

•	-  We both know that will never happen. If it did, I would do what Mother Theresa should have done, and Jean-Paul Sartre tried to do. 

•	-  Why? 

•	-  Next question. – Answered the second longest-sitting Senator, first elected into power in 1969 as he held one playing card in each hand, precisely. 

If you want to be noticed, be first. If you want power, remain under the radar of History, be second. If fame is your thing, it’s more important to be first than better. Who was the second human to walk on the moon? Who was the first? Case in point. George Washington was the first president of the United States of America. Who was John Adams? No idea? Because he was the second. 

•	-  Senator. 

•	-  Satoshi.

•	- Nakamoto?

•	- If anyone desserves a Nobel it’s her. 

•	-  Senator, please just... 

•	-  Do you know how old money is? Or, better yet, the first known human-made religious structure, do you know how old it is? 

•	-  Why refuse the Nobel P... 

•	-  10 000 years old. The end of the Stone Age and the beginning of... 

•	-  Excuse me Senator, I must insist, my role as a journalist is to get the facts straight. 

•	-  Is it? 

•	-  Isn’t it? 

•	-  Duty, yes. Role? I believe we both agree what the role of the modern journalist has become. – The Senator said bluntly then turned to sarcasm, as he purposefully chose the two black sixes from the deck. – Your class, if we can call narrative-driven broadcasters a class, earns the big bucks when the plane crashes, not when it lands. 

•	-  We... 

•	-  When a war goes on for years, not when peace lasts for decades. 

•	-  I am not a... 

•	-  I know that. You know I know that, we wouldn’t be sitting here otherwise. – He said bluntly gently letting go of a jack of diamonds and a seven of hearts leaning, on each other, depending on each other, as he began stacking the second layer of his house-of- cards pyramid. 

The Senator had finally agreed to the interview; the journalist, a British freelance Radio correspondent who had covered multiple war zones live and unscripted, crouched behind car doors as bombs exploded, was his kind of truth soldier: one he esteemed from afar. He had agreed to a voice-recorded conversation – no cameras, no frills, and now they sat in a discrete corner of The Waldorf Astoria New York, the luxury hotel that had had such an imperative role in world politics after World War II, denouncing Stalinism during the controversial World Peace Conference, a ground for political maneuvering during the Cold War. Every modern monarch, from the Queen of England to King Hussein of Jordan, had stayed at The Waldorf. Notables such as the Dalai Lama, the viceroy of China Li Hung Chang, the Shahanshah of Iran, Fidel Castro, Charlie Chaplin, Muhammad Ali, Judy Garland and many other somebodies, including every single American President from Hoover to Trump, all had rolled naked in the soft, pure cotton sateen Astorian sheets. Thanks to The Senator’s Godfather, Nikola Tesla had lived in the hotel during most of World War I. 

•	-  Facts. All I’m asking for are the facts. – Insisted the 70-year-old sweet blue eyes, rosy-cheeked, face fully cracked by the wrinkles of a life well fought, and recipient of the Order of the British Empire award, former editor-in-chief, reading off her notes, sliding her glasses up - You’ve been quoted as saying “The best days of our species are still to come. Sooner than most understand.” Some claim you, Senator, are above and beyond any other single individual, at the helm of... 

•	-  I know what they say. 

•	-  Do you disagree? 

•	-  Facts, you say. – Leaning back in the cow leather upholstered gilt brass armchair. – But those are just words. The real question is... 

•	-  Facts: Life expectancy, 70 years worldwide. All 8 billion of us. When you took office, it was half that. – She spoke in machine-gun mode, not taking a breath. - 200 years ago, over 80% of humans lived in extreme poverty and had no access to education. Today, largely thanks, some argue, to your extreme policies and meandering diplomacy, it’s been reduced to a mere 10% or 15%, and on the verge of being eradicated by 2030. 

•	-  That’s still almost 800 million humans. – He butted in, holding out the last two cards of the deck. Both aces, diamonds and clubs. 

•	-  Malaria, - She said assertive, interrupting his interruption, and ignoring his cards. – is on the brink of being eradicated for good. No two great nations have been at war in over six decades. Democracy is taking over the world, country by country. 

•	-  Nukes, there’s still a whole lot of them out there. Killer robots are on the horizon. Global warming, we’re being scorched. Pandemics. Tech wars, trade wars, cyber- wars, suicide rates. You didn’t mention any of those. How convenient. – His mordant tone of voice rose as he remained laser-focused on his pair of aces. – Artificial intelligence is going to take us all back to the dark ages. If we survive, which we won’t. 

•	-  I gave you facts! Should I go one? Childbirth mortality rate... 

•	-  You don’t want the facts, you want a story, and we both know that’s not me. There’s two sides to every... 

•	-  But... 

•	-  Don’t breathe. – He said, slowly removing his hands from the last two cards. – During World War II, Americans tried to train bats to drop bombs. Curious choice. Bats.

•	-  You’re a decorated war hero, Senator, and... - Even the purest of journalists try stroke the ego of an unwilling interviewee in the attempt to win them over. Mastering interviews is mastering rapport. 

•	-  I’m a foot soldier. – He interrupted her again. - Heroes prevent wars. 

•	-  Why you are going to China tomorrow? – She said changing tactic. 

•	-  Who told you that? 

•	-  And why Wuhan? 

•	-  Facts straight, Cathy. – He was impressed. – Quick in and out of Shanghai to talk to the... 

•	-  The world needs you to get the Communist Party of China to stop the... 

•	-  I’ll tell you what the world needs. – Him, breaking her train of thought. – Off the record? 

•	-  If you insist. 

•	-  The world needs to shut down for a few months. 

•	-  That sounds very draconian. 

•	-  Well, Draco did do the birth of democracy a big favor. 

•	-  And yet his laws were written in blood. – She said regurgitating one of the few facts she could recall about the first democratic legislator, as she did her best to conceal and supress the shivers that had gone down her spine. She coughed, then continued: - What do you mean by shut down? 

•	-  Stop. Just stop. The whole machine coming to a halt, to get us some perspective. Since World War II we just haven’t... 

•	-  That’s impossible, Sir. Could we please get back to Chi... 

•	-  Nothing – The old man said, stroking his long beard. – Nothing is impossible. 

The Senator asked his spellbound playmate to take one card from the now complete, full deck, seven-layered pyramidal structure. Softly, as to allow the structure to remain standing. As soon as she did, he slowly got up and began counting backwards from ten, walking away still counting in the distance, only to disappear leaving her to count the last numbers silently in her mind: three, two, one. At zero exactly, the cards crumbled to the table, a rubble of red and black and random numbers. She arbitrarily pulled a card out of the rubble: it was the queen of spades. Instinctively, she reached for her back pocket: there was no card to be found. 

Which was impossible. 


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