Sweet voices of freedom

Frei couldn't sleep that night. Frei couldn't help but think about the burned bodies. The faces that they make seem like they were screaming until they died and the cries of the man that refused to fight still rings through Frei's ears. To make it worse, the fire is still burning brightly with the smoke interfering with sleeping. The light of the fire can be seen inside the stables and the chilled warmth that Frei felt…that his life will always and forever be this way. Then footsteps appeared, the sound getting closer and closer and eventually it stopped. The person blocked a part of the fire and Frei saw a shadow in the stables. A big and stretched black figure covered a part of the light and it put both of its hands together and started praying.

Frei, curious, looked outside and saw a woman-like figure, thin and brunette and gorgeous.

""Gloria?""

The woman was alerted, she turned around and saw Frei's head sticking out the big wide window. The woman, relieved, smiled and walked towards him. She looks through the window and looks at the fire reflected off Frei's innocent face. It was warm. Her heart felt at ease for that moment, she gently placed her hand on Frei's face. Frei too felt warm and fuzzy inside. It was the first time he ever felt that way.

As they exchanged eye contact, their reflections reflected on both of their pupils, the fire reflected off "Gloria"'s hair, giving it a tint of terracotta. The burning bodies now don't seem so dangerous and scary anymore. After this, she walked into the stables and into Frei's, she kneel down and patted her lap. Frei didn't know what she meant, so she gently held Frei's head and put it down to her lap. She caressed his hair gently , and started humming a lullaby.

It was the first time that Frei had ever listened to a lullaby. It was beautiful, it was angelic. It was like the song…came out of heaven itself. She hummed and hummed as Frei shed a tear and closed his eyes. He can imagine it. A place where Berg, "Gloria" and him can live in a place without irons or chains, a place where they don't need to be punished unjustly, where they can just smile and be happy. As he is thinking of all those things he slowly drifts off. "Gloria" had her eyes closed while humming and caressing his hair, she didn't even notice that Frei had already fallen asleep. When she noticed, she gently placed Frei's head back on the hay and quickly left silently.

Despite humming quite quietly the other men and women heard it. Just like Frei, all their fears and anxiety had disappeared for a short moment like they never existed when they heard the humming. Some cried quietly and some felt a bittersweet feeling. It was nostalgic to some of them, as they remember the times when they were not chained, the times when they were free and alive, the times where their mommy would comfort them and hold them tight. The lullaby allows them to recall those times and gives them the strength to overcome and continue to thrive to recollect their past freedom.

But those times have passed, and now they only exist in the perimeters of Freiheit.