It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was flying around my home Sofia, Bulgaria looking for lunch. When I saw my friends by the cafe eating, I swooped down and joined them. As soon as I landed they scrambled the other way. I walked back over to them, then they flew away. I was overcome with sadness, I had no friends. I walked back to the cafe to see if they left me any food. When I got there, all that was left was an empty bag of potato chips. So I walked around the back of the cafe to the dumper. I was near the dumpster when all of a sudden a trash bag fell on me. I could not get up I was stuck, I screamed for my friends but no one came. It felt like a lifetime being being trapped but then  a human walked out of the building next door and picked me up. I tried to get free but his grip was to strong and even if I could, I could not fly. He brought me to his house, where I was put in a cage with three other injured birds. I felt like I needed to get free, but at the same time I had a feeling that he was going to help me get better. One night he brought in a bird and as soon as he was in my sight I …