FRIENDSHIP HAS NO COLOUR

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All the media made the story of the national team and the friendship of these children famous. Harry was very happy and so were his parents seeing their own child smiling again! "And they lived happily ever after!"

As the days went by Harry was sad. He did not feel like eating the cook’s nice and delicious food. He didn't want to play with his expensive and modern toys. He only kept thinking about the children's voices from the other side of the hill. Until one night, as he was in bed, thoughts tormented his mind. Finally, he made a decision: he would leave home, since he was not happy. So, he did...

But Harry did not lose his courage and said: -I would like to play with you too. But the children replied: -No, no!!!! We don't want you! Go away!!!!

Then the group of children reconsidered. What did it matter if Harry wasn't like them? He was a kid, too, and he wanted to play. After all, colour doesn't matter, when playing as a team. The children played football for a long time. Harry was very happy. Then he went along with the children to carry fresh water for lunch. How strange it seemed to him that the houses had no taps.

Time went by and the children formed a football team and they were so good that they represented the Ethiopian national team at the World Cup!!!

One day he heard children's voices from the other side of the hill. "Nanny, can I go and play with these children?", Harry asked happily but she replied: "These children are not the right company for you, Harry".

The children looked at him in surprise and wonder. What had really happened? When they finished eating, again until late with their new "friend". As time went by, however, Harry's parents arrived in a panic, accompanied by the police. As soon as they saw him dishevelled, sweaty and with his clothes torn and stained they started accusing the tribesmen of stealing their child.

The next morning Harry got up, got dressed and packed his backpack with some fruit, water, a book and his ball. He walked for a long time until he saw a village in the distance. But this village was very different from the ones he had known so fare. The houses were very poor, made of straw and tin. He reconsidered his decision for a while but still went on his way.

The days went by and Harry's dad worked from morning till night. Mom was busy with coffee, charity and other "good society" meeting activities, so, Harry grew up with the nanny and servants. 

This book was created in the framework of the eTwinning project "DEMPOWER: Democratic Empowerment At Schools" by the students of the 6th grade of the 1st Primary School of Chios on the topic of diversity and is a fictional story.

He approached and saw many children, in black barefoot, playing football. But instead of a ball, they were kicking a stone. Then Harry&nbsp; said: -Hi guys, I'm Harry. They stopped the game in surprise and looked at him up and down as if they had seen an "alien". How different this child was from them. The white skin, blond hair, blue eyes, expensive clothes and shoes seemed funny to them. Then they started laughing and making fun of him.

because his dad was an ambassador from another country. Harry was used to Dad's travels because that was his job.

And they began to push and push him again and again to go away. As a result, Harry stumbled and fell into a puddle filled with mud. When he got up, covered with dirt, someone said: -Stop, the boy will leave on his own. He's starting to look like us...... Smiling, he pointed to Harry's feet which were blackened by the mud. "He is not like us and will never be like us," said the children's leader. Harry, very sad, cleaned his clothes and sat down under a tree. He took out his ball and said to them: -Take it! You need it the most, as I have no one to play with.

Then he and the children ate a strange soup of flour and water. It had nothing to do with the rich and delicious food at home, but Harry ate it and thought it was the "most delicious" food in the world. He even asked for a second plate. 

And he did it... Next to Harry's house a stadium was built. Every afternoon the children from the village would gather, eat with Harry and play. 

Book Creators Katerina Svinou &amp; her 6th Graders: Dimitris G. Marianthi G. George R. Mary L. Stamatianna L. Evgenia G. Pinelopi D. Michael K.

Their new house was on a hill. It was huge with a lot of rooms but the nicest one was Harry's room, bright with lots of toys and books. In the house there were a lot of servants, cooks and a nanny from England who was to be Harry's teacher and keep him company.

Once upon a time there was a boy called Harry. Harry travelled with his parents to Ethiopia 

Philip G. Fotis B. Lemonia K. Markos D. Valia K. Markos Z. Maddy G. Isidoros E. Elena K. Michael L.

Harry could not bear this injustice and replied: -These people did not steal from me. I left home because I was tired of being alone. Today was one of the best days of my life. Let me introduce you to my new friends. -Stop protecting them! These children are not right for you... said his mother. -Friendship has no colour, Mom. I want my friends to come with us, too!!!! "Harry is right and I will give a solution to this issue," his father replied.

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