04-19-2019, 04:42 PM
Roavenalev, Karjelinn
It was late at night as the figure walked down the dimly lit street. They approached a building before pausing, to check for any onlookers. Seeing none, they continued their approach. Arriving, they set down a backpack and pulled out several cans of fresh spray paint before getting to work tagging the building.
Occasionally, the figure would check for approaching vehicles but oddly, none came.
Before too long, they were finished. Stowing the cans in the backpack, the figure picked it up and walked away, as quietly as they arrived.
Nearby, a dog barked as the figure fled.
As dawn broke, and the sun rose over the horizon, the handiwork of the figure could be seen. In bold colours, a single word: FRIDDJAVOUHTA, or freedom in the Saamo language. The building upon which the words were now presented was nothing less than a Saamo re-education building, and all of those who would visit it today would see this message.
The question was, would the message sent be the same as the message received?
It was late at night as the figure walked down the dimly lit street. They approached a building before pausing, to check for any onlookers. Seeing none, they continued their approach. Arriving, they set down a backpack and pulled out several cans of fresh spray paint before getting to work tagging the building.
Occasionally, the figure would check for approaching vehicles but oddly, none came.
Before too long, they were finished. Stowing the cans in the backpack, the figure picked it up and walked away, as quietly as they arrived.
Nearby, a dog barked as the figure fled.
As dawn broke, and the sun rose over the horizon, the handiwork of the figure could be seen. In bold colours, a single word: FRIDDJAVOUHTA, or freedom in the Saamo language. The building upon which the words were now presented was nothing less than a Saamo re-education building, and all of those who would visit it today would see this message.
The question was, would the message sent be the same as the message received?