It seems there is not much to cling on to other than the flag in this country. In a year of great celebrations, we are experiencing the cultural and political disintegration of the nation. Green for the blooming of hope, they used to say. Red, the blood of fallen heroes. White: solid faith in the ideas which make the soul divine in the perseverance of wise men, someone stated. The white of faith is tainted. Its shade is one of hypocritical plenty and standstill. This colour is searching for a new meaning in the country’s flag, to find a people that trusts in three colours, when there is not much else to start from.