I don't know why but one memory plagues my mind.
It had been a nice afternoon in Cyprus. I had been having a dinner in a cafee near seaside. A white dove had picked the crumbs near my table and I had been so much taken with the bird. I had been full of hopes and believed there would have been a better life. But then I had seen the bird cleaning its feathers, they had been full of black insects, so disgusting I had driven the pigeon away.
I still remember that sunny day and the white bird with the black insects drinking its blood. It's so eerie I can not forget it.