If someone has not told me something different, I have
claimed that reality only takes place inside a changeable semi-darkness, in a grey scale where a weak
clarity is noise and the darkness is moans. The shadows which interrupt the
light under the door in the end of the room only allows make out moments of
frenzy inserted in great absence periods. Nevertheless, in the seat of this bus
my eyes are injured by the clarity and the color of a different reality.
If I had to testify, I would claim that the sound is
almost exclusively composed by weeping with
limited and agonic periods of silence in it. Nevertheless, my ears want
to show me in this moment other different things which I didn´t Know before.
If my life had been in risk, and it is normally the
situation, I would have told that hunger is more common in my daily life than I
would like, and I have to get on with food in its distribution or be doomed to
a forced fasting, however the rice bowl was only few minutes ago unusually full
and for my unique disposal.
If I couldn´t feel it in my wrists and in all my body,
I could think that a fair purpose exists
for the punishments and for being tied to the bed, instead of it, this morning
I have felt the fresh sensation of water on my skin and the touch of clean
clothes over my body, something that hasn´t happened perhaps in months.
If I Knew that dreams are more than a succession of
nightmares and fears, I could enjoy this journey in a ramshackle coach from a little town in the mountains to this space
that is Known like "city".
If someone had given me this information, I would have
Known that people weren´t born in Mrs Lee´s arms, and after that they have to
live caging in small filthy rooms, disappearing at a short age with an unknown
destiny.
The end of the
journey is a big and oppressive place,
full of people which walk hurriedly in all directions, smoke, noise
indifference....perhaps this is the place where, previously, all my sisters
have arrived, however I don´t find any familiar face and I´m a bit scared for
it.
We have walked but I wasn´t be aware of it and now we
are in front of a couple, I look at them and they look at me. In their eyes I
can discern myriad of tears which seem like they want to be released, and I
don´t understand why, because they do not appear to be sad. She approaches to me,
open her arms and surroundings me with them raising my little body. It is a new
and strangely nice sensation.
In my hands I
realize that Mrs Lee has put a paper
with an image in it which looks like me, and many curious characters that are gracefully aligned. After that she
has said goodbye and she has returned to that world which until now I was part
of.
If someone has taught
me to read, I would have Known that I´m six years old and that I´m going to be
happy and be important for someone.
