Once upon a time there was a king that lived in a castle, the castle of his dreams, made of little coloured papers.
The king wear a paper crown and was trully happy.
Each house of the village where the king of the paper crown lived had a different coloured paper...
Looking from above, it seemed that thing that we put in the eye and we can see a bunch of little coloured stones getting together... nobody starved and everybody happilly saluted everybody...
It was so beautiful. A dream.

But not everybody was happy... there were some uggly, nasty little men, who smoked cigar and wear black, that lived inside the king's head and that were always threatening to burn a paper house. They thought that a true king shouldnt wear a paper crown but a golden one, that worth a lot more and that would separate the king from the people from whom he gained nothing for their society was based on exchanging goods...

...so, the king of the paper crown of the little colourful silk paper castle started to listen to these men that smoked cigars and started to believe that his head deserved something better than a paper crown...

The king finally put on a golden crown.
But he became even more greedy and blind and demanded  gold everywhere. But the price he had to pay was too high: everybody became unhappy, he demanded too much.

So, everybody left the village and the king was left alone, missing terribly the colours he once had, only then realizing how blind he was.
He cried and screamed and begged to the Gods above to bring back the colours and the happiness he once had.
But no one heard his cry.
All he has now is his pain and his memories and his lonely colourless castle.