There was a time when balloons, dragons, and kites inhabited the outer space and every one thousand years one of them was given the honor to fly above the Earth and make a human happy.

My name is Freedom, i’m a living kite. And this is my story.

It all started when Cathy put on her red-flowered dress and started dancing barefoot on the beach. It was a June morning, the seagulls were stretching theirs wings towards the horizon, belated quietly nonetheless so real. The sand was still asleep as were the shells and the cliffs. Her friends were snoozing inside the tent.
Suddenly, a kite blew out of nowhere, with thousands of colors, that were continuously changing his hues.
“What on Earth is that?” asked David, struck all in a heap. “it’s just the morning light you silly”, the girl replied. “Come on, let’s dance, dance, dance”.
There was a certain magic in her voice, in her strange moves. “Wake up you guys, the entire planet is longing for your smile” and she kept on jumping up and down, but in a split of a second her feet awkwardly stuck with something that appeared to be a ball of colorful silk. And what was even queerer the ball had human features.
“Oooh aaw…what ..who are you? How did you get here?”
Her eyes were filled with wonder.
“Well….Miss, I was flying above the clouds of Himalaya Mountains when I heard this song and the next time I knew I was surrounded by tones of sands and salt”.
“What song are you talking about exactly?”
“The one you were humming of course”
“Oh the song of the answer, it’s one of my dearest chants yes” and her face brightened with the most serene smile.
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
“Well generally when people sing or dance all the forces of the universe unite and give birth to something really special”
“Like a smile?”
“Yes, like a smile or a laughter or a flying kite”
“I see… and you are the materialization of my mood aren’t you? That’s the reason for which you are so illuminating and have the shape of a square and a circle at the same time”
“Yes miss I am the expression of your love”. And you can keep me for 3 months (the entire summer of 2009) during which you’ll have the opportunity to make other people aware of their amazing inner beauty”.

And that was the moment when Cathy decided to organize the “Caravan of Kites”. Driving in her cozy purple van, every day she randomly picked one city, ragged a tent in the town’s square and invited people to share their dreams and life stories with her. Then, as a gratification of their open- heartedness, she gave them one kite, and made them promise they would fly it with their children on the last August Sunday morning on the city’s highest hills. After three months, the whole country was familiar with the young girl’s plan.

On 29th August 2009, there was this midsummer madness of coloring and joy and happiness: the youth, the elder, the birds, the trees and the grass were all trembling with wonderment. Seen from above, they looked like a melting rainbow, that was spreading love all around it. It was the miracle of rediscovering themselves. Belated, quietly, nonetheless so real.

“Look daddy it’s flying higher and higher !!!”
“Yes just like an eagle that’s taking us under his wings”.
“I’ll call it FREEDOM” “we’ll do this again right? every summer from now on till the end of the world”.
“And that’s a promise my darling”.

There was a time when humans inhabited the Earth and every summer one of them was given the honor to fly kites above the clouds and make an angel happy.

My name is Cathy and this is my story.