There is one street, and in that street one house, which would be just an ordinary house in a long line of houses, so typical for this part of the world, if it was not so distinctively different and occupied the attention of all the people that passed by. It's fasade was so usual, so colorful, with ivy growing all around it and beautiful iron door made in a shape of little branches and leaves. This house was truly a surreal creation. Inside this house, behind beautiful iron bars lives one bird, beautiful and colorful as the house itself. And today is a beautiful sunny day. Sun is shining and the sky is blue and all that cliches. Bird in a a beautiful colorful cage, behind iron door looks at the sun and the blue skies and dreams of flying high. Than one hand opens the door. Birds little heart was bumping like crazy. The dream will become reality now, all wishes will be for filled. Slowly, bird spread her wings and flew! Happiness, delight, freedom! Her wings, not used to flying starts shivering. Panicking, at the end of her strength, bird came back to her cage. She realized that she is not born to live somewhere else. She will continue to dream looking at the skies, clouds and sun. But, she knows where she belongs now. But, I wonder, what would happen if that hand that opened the door, closed them for the bird?