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The Playmobil and God

He always thought he was living the greatest adventures and risks, he did not realize that it wasn´t sailing through real oceans, but by a quiet garden pond, nor lived in an exotic and mysterious island, but in a chunk of plastic lively colored, his enemies were not so fierce, the wild beasts not so savages, the weapons that fired were harmless. He never assumed the fact that it was not human but a Playmobil in the hands of a child or in other words a toy in God´s Hand.

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