And here is the story in English, friends ^^
Hello dear readers, exceptionally, I would write this tale in French and translation via google in English.
So I apologize to you in advance for any mistakes.
I really like a music stream, here mr Herr-Stenker, who sings and plays the piano. Like many other people, he brings color and light to my life, so I wanted to devote a little story to him.
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As a result of many wars and diseases, there were not many humans left on Earth.
from 5 billion we had gone to a million.
The great majority sought to reconstitute communities, pooling the various talents and capacities of each and every one, others on the contrary attacked anyone who passed on "their territory" as they called it.
Others, traveling the world, tried to connect the different cities and recreate a united world full of kindness.
But others found themselves alone, isolated, unable to find people and a more or less healthy life because they were too isolated, too far from towns and villages, and their environment was extremely dangerous.
One of the heroes of my story, whom I would call "the vagabond" had found a "pip boy", a kind of device which was worn on the arm, receiving radios, receiving messages, taking into account the state of health of its owner and taking a precise account of its inventory.
One day the wanderer received a radio signal;
"I play the piano and I sing, but I've been alone for a year, I can't take it anymore, if anyone hears me, know that I live at the foot of an extinct volcano, but I can't go out, because monsters roam the region ".
Luckily, the wanderer had found and repaired a spaceship to perfection, climbed in and, taking his cybernetic friends on board, set course for the signal.
The trip lasted a week: he landed, and knocked on the door; a man opened it, and had an expression of joy when he saw people.
After getting acquainted, the vagabond told him that there were cities, and curiously very few musicians: and that in the one where he lived, no musician lived.
So the man at the piano agreed to go live in FlowerTown.
All his belongings were loaded into the ship.
And then, at the end of the trip, arrived at FlowerTown, it was settling in an unoccupied house which belonged to the vagrant but which he did not occupy.
And the man at the piano not only played the piano, but also the melodika, and the guitar.
He also sang.
So it was joy in the city. People had one more joy, one more opportunity to dance, to meet, to form couples, which brought a little more music, love and reason to live in this world.
And as the years went by, the man at the piano became a music teacher for whoever wanted, which sparked a lot of vocations ... so music returned to the world.
