Since my last post had a rather left-side convention
this time I will take the third turning on the right and will get you bored
with some bourgeois stuff. Bourgeois a la Village Girl - to clear it up from the
very beginning.
The VILLAGE
So…
soo…
sooo…
Damn!
Believe it or not but the Village Girl got stuck with
the bourgeois subject for more than a week! The only thing she was confident
about was the fact that she did not know what to write about. She was desperate
to come up with the slightest idea, a hint, a tiny something to start with, but
to no avail. Everything showed how little does she knew about the pleasures in
life.
But why? - she asked herself, the Village Girl. - After all, I have been so smart until now!
No Answer.
The Village Girl decided to figure it out.
She prepared a cup of tea, put some cakes on a plate and
made herself comfortable at the kitchen window. Apparently that was the best
place for any kind of the Out-of-Nowhere-Appearing-Answers. After one and three
quarter hours of sitting and gazing into an empty space the tea was cold and
the Village Girl got bored. And the Answer had still not bothered to appear.
Suddenly the Village Girl banged her first on the table and said - Enough is enough! Right after that she got up, ran out of the house, locked her chickens in the coop, hided the rake, then went back home, opened the fridge, took out a bottle and had a drink. The milk was off but it did not matter. In her head she was ready.
Suddenly the Village Girl banged her first on the table and said - Enough is enough! Right after that she got up, ran out of the house, locked her chickens in the coop, hided the rake, then went back home, opened the fridge, took out a bottle and had a drink. The milk was off but it did not matter. In her head she was ready.
I'm ready!
Then she grabbed her little bag, slammed the font door
and set off to find the Answer about Life’s Little Pleasures.
The WORLD
She was travelling for years,
despite many holes on the roads, murders round the corner and terrorists
appearing out of nowhere. Most of the people would already have given up and
gone back home. But not the Village Girl. Not her! She was unstoppable! By train, by plane, on horse, on boat, by bike, on
foot, crossing of a river, crossing through the jungle - she kept moving
forward and forward. She even dared to cross the Himalaya mountains!
Between you and me: she is a cleaver bitch, she did it in the full sun right in the middle of the summer time. I wouldn't call it a challenge!
Anyway, along her journey the Village Girl met plenty
of Beings - Trolls and Fairies, Cockroaches and Garden Gnomes, Queens and Kings,
not to mention Sir Mick Jagger, Dalajlama, Spiderman and President Obama. Unfortunately none of them could assist her out to
come closer to the Answer she was looking for.
The BOX
The breakthrough moment happened in a small city in
the north of Europe called Brussels. There, in the early autumn, whilst looking for a place
to sleep, the Village Girl saw a gigantic BOX on the street.
Hmm, a nice place to spent the night. With a carpet and a chair and some toys to play with and a beautiful view on the Brussels' street life... not bad at all. I will have a chat with this nice lady inside.
The Village Girl knocked on a plexiglas and said Hello
to Aga who was the lucky one being in the Box. Never in a million years did these two charming ladies would think that that chance meeting would change their destiny. But it did!
- I would like to spend a night here. On this funny carpet - said the Village Girl.
- I would like to spend a night here. On this funny carpet - said the Village Girl.
- Well, this funny carpet was meant to be a part of an expo presentation but it could also turn into a mattress, why not - replied Aga.
So, the Village Girl (against any
expo guidelines and general conditions or governmental security measures) was
the first one to have the pleasure
of spending a night in the Box. And to be honest with you that’s
the moment when the story really
begins.
The DREAM
Once Aga left the box the Village Girl made herself
comfortable. At her disposal were there some interesting things: a red chair, a
cartoon stool, a carpet, some wooden toys and a poster.
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| The Village Girl in her King-Box Apartment enjoying the sunshine and connecting the carpet dots |
The Village Girl said Hello to all of the things and for a while was just looking at
them. They are nice – she thought - the shape, the colours and the texture. I
like them. Than she started touching the things to see how they feel and
smelling them and talking to them.
She even licked the carpet dots suspecting they might be candies! I am serious!
Once she had saturated all her senses she went to sleep. That night she had a magic dream. She was dreaming
that all the nice things in the box became alive and were telling her their
stories.
The Red Chair about the sadness of spending decades as a paper project
in a dark desk drawer and the happiness of the day at being discovered by
someone and finally created.
The Dot Carpet about the pleasure of being designed for kids, having
the fun to playing with them and the relief of not ending up as a simple floor decoration.
The Wooden Toys were telling stories about secrets of the ancient woods,
life changes and how it felt when it used to be a tree, got it cut down and
turned into an object.
And the Cartoon Stool was telling about the joy that comes from creativity and
a simple life enjoyment.
While the Poster took everyone into an incredible
world full of incredible graphics where all of them were playing hide and seek.
The Box, on the contrary, was
only making notes. He did not want to share his story. He only whispered to the
Village Girl's ear: One day I will appear
once again in your dream and tell you my secrets, my little Village Girl.
And right after that a mysterious
smile appeared on the plexiglas’ window.
Then, when everybody said what it was supposed to be say, they all built a fire and ended up singing the greatest hits of the 60’s, mostly Elvis.
Then, when everybody said what it was supposed to be say, they all built a fire and ended up singing the greatest hits of the 60’s, mostly Elvis.
The dream was over, but the big dreaming smile that was
stuck to the Village Girls’ face at that moment stayed there the whole night.
The PLEASURE
The next morning was special and different to any
other in the Village Girl’s life. Not only because of the beautiful dream she
had last night but also because of a surprise waiting for her in front of the
box. All kinds of croissants, black tea, coffee and orange
juice on a tray and a blue skateboard with
a short note stuck to it:
Who put it there?
No Answer.
The Village Girl did not
spend much time thinking about it. She grasped a croissant, had an orange
juice, washed her teeth in a next door café and made herself ready for the day of
discovery.
The skateboard was a dream. Light, fast and beautiful!
So that the skating down the streets felt simply amazing. The Village Girl was enjoying the ride: the wind in
her hair, the sunshine on her face, the people on the street. Everything around
looked more or less the same as in the other cites she had visited but at the
same time totally different and new.
How strange – the Village Girl thought.
She decided to give up on the regular sightseeing and to
follow the spirit of the day! Most of the time she was just skating down the streets
and watching people. Nothing else. Then in the late afternoon she went to Forêt
de Soignes, laid herself on the grass and contemplated the sky.
Can you imagine this?
Psst…, from a reliable source I know that there was more than that! The Village Girl was flirting with Suarez on the way to the public toilet AND, there is more! AND she was also begging for some euros for a sandwich from his Majesty Phillipe who was coincidently sitting on that afternoon on a park bench and was trying to hide himself behind his posh sunglasses!
The END
or
maybe just
The BEGINNING
It was already dark when she came back to the box but
she felt light and happy. Those were the feelings she had not experienced for a
very long time. Now they were back and it felt great!
The Village Girl wanted to say thank you to the
stranger who by act of a simple skateboard helped her out to get back to the
feelings she had forgotten. In her pocket she had a Jupiler beer mat with a thank
you note that she wanted to stick to the box. But to her surprise she has found another note for herself.
She took it and read it. Then she looked around in a hope for the author of
this message. But there was no one. Only an old women who was just passing by.
What a day! – said the Village Girl and went into the box to hit the sack.The day was over.
Written by Sabina Stachnik
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