More from the Amsterdam gang. Here two of my favourite posts from the old Behnaz' pics blog. Now she has a new one! Check them out! :)
GOODNIGHT!
I was nine. She was seven. There were mosquitos flying around the lamp and a dead beatle in the balcony. I was telling her the story of a lady with long hair in a long robe, who is living in the sky, and floating like a baloon. If the lady opens her arms she will cover the whole sky, from the mountains in the north to the horizon in the south.
- ... and if she moves, she collects all the mosquitos and beatles in the sky, and all the flys too, and then we can sleep safe outside in the balcony.
- and the bombs?
- ...and all the bombs too.
- But they are not in the air, they are in airplanes.
- Look, either you sleep or I'll tell mum that you are making my story scary.
THE BIG DAY
God will take the microphone one of these days. He will cast a look not exactly toarwd the crowd, and he will extend his arm to scratch his head. He will clear his voice twice and he will see one guy still looking for something to hold and stay. We will then hear a deep sigh and he will finally say: "I didn't mean life to be that serious."
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