Endless green field. Strange feeling of something missed. Different acquaintances around, very "motley" company, lots of cats?!?!?!, headache, thirst... no no, not the blue devils... simply a pottiness. Then a smooth relaxation and silence. Calm and peace. Treacly oblivion. Nothing. Asleep at last!
...
-Heraaaaa!!! Nonononononnooooo! Harryyyyy!!!!! Go out RIGHT NOW! Hera! Don't do that to your brother! Stop it right away! Don't beat each other! Ah... yoouuuu!!!!
The landlady shouted with the unerringly recognizable professional dramatic soprano after her two dogs. With my extremely short sleep was over.
Silence. A patter of feet. Dogs' feet. Slammed door. Silence. Birds from outside. Early sunbeams slicking by the blinds. Soft sheets and nice smelling pillow... Relaxing sounds of a small river. High mountain fields gone white from the blooming strawberries. Resinous pine needle aroma and seagulls..... SEAGULLS!?!?!?!
Obviously I was fall asleep after the hysterical educational reprimands toward the playful little puppies. But the clear and explicit seagulls' scream awoke me completely. The mountain, the bubbling stream and the strawberries' fields disappeared but the birds' sounds did not! That is crazy! Seagulls in the middle of Sofia?! This caught me unaware and goggle-eyed. Yet - the migration of these creatures wasn't able to make me debate with myself endlessly.
Okaaaayyyyyyyy. Stand up! Make coffee and get ready for the matinee. Die Zauberflöte. Hm... The story is known, yet - I never succeeded to memorize the name of the black evil person... This guides me in a strange direction. I wonder what an opera with subtitles would look like? Imagine - stone-faced people - stringing out on the avant-scène with torsos turned to the audience, carrying posters with the libretto's text. Depending of the lyrics and the tempo of the musical fragments, the "subtitle-carriers" are running, walking fast or slow. On the left side of the scene a sign translating expert is doing simultaneous interpreting... Well well well... It would be a great crowd-puller, but the matter in hand was the problem of the present day - do I need a medical check with a doctor? Probably it would help. Because I do realize that I have a mental derangement, which is a good promise for a successful treatment.
Anyway, I have to get ready for the opera performance. But first the kids. Breakfast. Ah, how surprisingly nice! Wasn't there anything in the fridge? There wasn't cheese, there wasn't butter, there wasn't anything. While I am inventing the breakfast made from non-products, I can hear from the other room:
-I want to watch TV.
-I want to watch TV.
-Stop using my words!
-Stop using my words!
-You are teasing me! Don't repeat!
-You are teasing me! Don't repeat!
-Stopppp iiiitttttt!!!!!
-Stooppp iiitttt, hehehehe...
I am opening the door and calling to my son - the victim - to come:
-Listen now, when she starts repeating again you'll tell her: "Pinch me", and after she repeats it, just do it - pinch her. - he left the room with the largest smile I've ever seen on his face and I prickеd up my ears.
Some undefined sounds .... girlish giggling .... conversation... and finally:
-Pinch me!
-Pinch me.
(pause)
-AAAAAAAhhhh!!!!!! (very loud, high pitched).
Little feet running in my direction and again my son's grinning face:
-I did it!
-Okay, I don't believe she'll do it again. Now, please, get ready for breakfast in a while.
-Okay, moommm.
Then from the other room my daughter met him with sound grin as if she had an evil plan... Already working. Was curious what follows next. Knowing her, suspected that she was devoted to the cause to seek a revenge. She decided to continue with the parrotry and this was enough to drive her brother mad! While he dashed into the kitchen with martyr's face I cut him short:
-You are big enough to fix the problem by yourself. Go and think of something!
He went away with heavy steps and not before long many and quick muffled sounds reached me. Short fight, groaning. Then clatter. A satisfied boy's face appeared into the door-casing. I made inhuman efforts to swallow my urge to laugh. Yeah, it was time to take the law into my own hands...
What a pleasant morning!
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