Tiny Eden is the classic story of the fight between good and evil. However the evil one find there is the same evil you have in your own neighborhood. It is the same evil that spreads its disinformation daily through the media and into the brain of the masses. Even if one finds himself marooned an Island – no one IS an Island.
Tiny Eden - A Boy Love Story
Tiny Eden is a fictional story that picks up on the so universial "Robinson" theme. Just that Tiny Eden is all based on today's time frame and realities.
What if you then find out that this Island is also inhabited? Not just by some club wielding “savages”, but also by an over 13,000-year-old civilization! The “savages” so it turns out are rather the “modern civilized people”. For your own survival you are forced to take sides!
Tiny Eden is this action packed fictional adventure story!
Tiny Eden is the diary accounts of Capt. Günter K. Heyes and his crew and passengers spanning over 5 years of survival – and finally triumph. Challenging and controversial, since much of what Günter experiences is turning the world’s view on things up side down!
“Hi Gün, Reha, Ardos - hi Markus!” John and Carlos said in unison as they came over to the table. They hadn't bothered to change clothes and sat down in full uniform as they gestured to the waiter for their drinks and two more plates of meat for the fondue. Markus said something in Spanish to them, and Carlos smiled.
“Do not even try, Markus, it is over,” he said. “No matter what you say, I will tell you the same thing. In this boy sitting beside you is more love, more kindness, more gentleness, and more forgiveness than in all your Jesus Christs, Mohammad's, and Buddhas combined.
There was once a day not too long ago when we sat on the ground in the hot sun with shackles on our legs pretty much in this exact spot, and he set us free. There were days only recently when we were still gripped by fear and horror, and he held us and calmed our fears. You will learn soon how and why we have changed, and when you learn, you will see that we are still your friends.” “What are you?” Markus asked.
“Boys,” John said with a shrug and reached to dip a piece of meat into the fondue pot.
“I know that,” Markus said in mild exasperation. “I meant, are you citizens of this country, soldiers, or just mercenaries?”
Carlos laid his fork on the table and looked into Markus’ eyes. “Markus, I am a boy who comes from the same people that you come from,” he said quietly. “I had the same hatred and fear that you have. I prayed to the same god and feared the same demons. This man and this boy beside you are my best friends, and they happen to love and defend a people who have forgiven me for everything I ever was or thought about them. What other definition of me do you need?”
“But the bible says - ” Markus began.
Carlos cut him off impatiently. “The bible says? What does it say, Markus? That there is only one group of people who have been chosen by some god who is invisible, moody, and brutal? Did this god ever explain to you why the chosen ones are only blond, blue-eyed people? If such people are the only ones chosen of this god, why then are there other colors and races? The bible says that we are all created in his image, Markus! If this is true, then Ardos and the street kid from Rio are as much an image of this god as you or me. Who or what decides that it is right and good to take a boy like Ardos and make him your slave for no other reason than the fact that he does not believe in the same god as you? What gives you or anyone the right to go to Rio, collect the street kids, and bring them here to work them to death in the gold fields? What crime, what sin, did those street kids commit just by being alive that stamps them as property to be owned and willfully abused? Did you ever think of that? Are you truly serving a god, or are you only serving the twisted and demonic spirits of those like Elias?”
“Where is your faith, Carlos?” Markus whispered in shock.
“Faith? You call that faith?!” Carlos exploded. “You know that John and I were both on guard detail in that camp when they raided us. We became POW’s just like you, Markus. Since we had never beaten anyone, they were not in a hurry to hang us, but now we were the slaves. We helped dig the foundation of this building we are sitting in. We cut it out of the solid rock. It was a hot summer day, and our feet and ankles were rubbed into raw, bloody, festering sores by the shackles on our legs. We went to rest for lunch, and this boy, this ‘enemy’, removed the leg bars and shackles, gave us his own lunch, and then cleaned our sores and took us to a hospital! Our people had killed thousands of theirs, and Ardos himself had lost his own parents in a DPM raid just two years before. Yet with all he had lost, with all the hate that he had seen, having seen me come into camp as a surrendered guard and a member of the very group that had caused all his pain and suffering, having every damned reason in the world to hate me, what did he do? He set me free, Markus! He gave me food and medicine, he showed me caring and compassion, and he forgave me! The bible says we should love one another, but these people do it!
“Now, you tell me, between him and your god, which one is the savage? I swear to you, Markus, if I had to draw a picture today of what the face of a god looks like, it would be the exact likeness of the boy who is sitting beside you! For all of the nice words I ever heard from that damned bible, they were just that, words! This boy, who has never read a bible, never known your god - never known any god, for that matter - this boy has lived every sentence of all the goodness that your bible only talks about. Just by being himself, he exceeds every good deed that your god has supposedly ever done! And it is not just him, Markus; this entire nation is made up of people like him! One day you will learn, and on that day, I will walk with you in the meadow or on the beach, and I will show you and let you feel what love and freedom means. I am still your friend, Markus, but I will never betray the ones I love!”