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August 15, 2014
The New School - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt
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The New School
The news came like thunder over her, like a tempest, like an earthquake that shook her entire world.Gaia felt like a volcano that was exploding and everything inside of her was coming out at one time, all pain and anger, like lava coming out of his body. Exploding.She needed all her self-control to not break everything inside of her bedroom, which was her ultimate refuge, her world. Inside of her: pain, emptiness, and fear.A new school, now? WHY?She already made so many friends in her school. It was hard work. To make and keep friendship alive is hard work. Gaia didn't want to start over. She was happy with her world of friends.Mom, Dad, why?"We can not afford this school anymore."The words kept going in circles inside of her mind."We cannot afford it... We cannot afford..."Is in this world all about money?Would she lose her friends because her family had less money now?It seemed worse than to move to the Moon.At least, moving to the Moon would be great news to tell to her friends.It is something special. Moving to a new school, this seemed to be bad news to tell to someone.Moving to a new school, this seemed to be the worst thing in the world, sometimes."Will the teachers be nice, or will they be monsters?Will I make new friends?”I will not go! I will stay at home and never go to school again.If I make friends only to lose them after, then I don't want to make new friends.I don't want to go out of my bedroom."Gaia stayed all day in her bedroom, going out only to run to the toilet and back.Her mother left her lunch in front of her door, but she did not touch the food.Her family tried to speak to her about it, but she did not want to speak.She could not even think straight. How could she speak? Her computer was off. Her phone was in silent mode.
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The New School
The news came like thunder over her, like a tempest, like an earthquake that shook her entire world.Gaia felt like a volcano that was exploding and everything inside of her was coming out at one time, all pain and anger, like lava coming out of his body. Exploding.She needed all her self-control to not break everything inside of her bedroom, which was her ultimate refuge, her world. Inside of her: pain, emptiness, and fear.A new school, now? WHY?She already made so many friends in her school. It was hard work. To make and keep friendship alive is hard work. Gaia didn't want to start over. She was happy with her world of friends.Mom, Dad, why?"We can not afford this school anymore."The words kept going in circles inside of her mind."We cannot afford it... We cannot afford..."Is in this world all about money?Would she lose her friends because her family had less money now?It seemed worse than to move to the Moon.At least, moving to the Moon would be great news to tell to her friends.It is something special. Moving to a new school, this seemed to be bad news to tell to someone.Moving to a new school, this seemed to be the worst thing in the world, sometimes."Will the teachers be nice, or will they be monsters?Will I make new friends?”I will not go! I will stay at home and never go to school again.If I make friends only to lose them after, then I don't want to make new friends.I don't want to go out of my bedroom."Gaia stayed all day in her bedroom, going out only to run to the toilet and back.Her mother left her lunch in front of her door, but she did not touch the food.Her family tried to speak to her about it, but she did not want to speak.She could not even think straight. How could she speak? Her computer was off. Her phone was in silent mode.
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August 10, 2014
The Three Questions - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt
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The Three Questions
“Please answer these questions:
Question 1-
What do you think about, when you see yourself for the first time in the mirror in the morning?
Question 2-
What do you see when you look through your bedroom window?
Question 3-
What is the color of a candle flame?“
“What?” said John.
“Don’t ask, just answer. I just want you to answer the questions,” said Constance.
“And what happens when I answer?”
“Nothing, I am curious; can you just answer?” said Constance.
“Ok…here are my answers.
Question 1-
When I see myself the first time in the mirror in the morning, I think about how beautiful my life is, and I think about all that I will make in my day. I also think about the world, and the poor kids in Africa.
Question 2-
When I look through my bedroom window, I see the world. The world that I want to conquer.
Question 3-
The candle flame: it is yellow.”
An image appeared in front of Constance eyes, the image of smoke, and disappeared quickly.
“Can we go now, Constance?”They were going, together with a group of friends, to the cinema.It wasn’t a date, but it was more than the usual “just say hi” at the University’s breaks between classes.
Constance was quiet; they would not be friends for long. She did not know what to say. She was disappointed. She liked John. We will just be friends, she thought.
Constance was disappointed.Oh well, she thought…the image of smoke again.
When Constance was 7 years old, her grandfather, who she called “Nonno” due to the Italian origin of her family, told her about the three magic questions. Questions that would tell her more about someone, than the person him or herself could tell. Questions that allowed her not to wait for their actions, to see how someone is.Since then, Constance used to ask these three questions to many persons. It was a way to know them better, to learn how they really are.
Nonno told her, one of the last times she saw him:“Few friends will stay in your life. Some friends are just passing by, through your life, and most of them are not really friends at all. But all them will leave their marks, good and bad marks, and all of them will be part of your story. I will not be here forever, Picolina, so you need to learn to take care of yourself. So, never forget to ask The Three Magic questions.
The Answer to the first question will tell you if someone is a liar.The answer to the second one will show you how the person sees the world.The answer to the third one will tell you if the person sees the world in a conscious way.Don’t expect persons to be perfect; no one is. But knowing how persons are can help you to understand them. Don’t expect them to be what they are not, accept them as they are, and, make sure to keep a healthy distance from people that could hurt you.”
Her grandfather died shortly after telling her the secret of the Three Questions. There was no sickness, no accident; he was just old, like an old three that falls over the Earth when there are no more leaves on it to breathe. No more life inside of it, to create new leaves. Like that, he stopped to breathe.
And Constance, Constance was 7 years old when he died, and she missed him. The Story Teller, The Magic Grandfather, the one that could tell her stories, about all and nothing.Like seeds from a tree, shortly before falling, he gave her the questions.
Constance wasn’t expecting someone to give all the right answers. But…? Another liar, again? Smoke images, shattered ones and sometimes, sometimes no images at all. In her small group of friends, the answers were all different and they created different images inside of her mind.No, Constance did not expect her friends to be perfect. Constance just wanted to know who they are. Because life was sometimes hard, and persons, well persons never seem to be what they really are. Or maybe, somewhere deep inside, she did expect a more solid image to appear with the answers.
Constance went to visit her Grandfather at the cemetery; she was 20 years old and had a bunch of wild flowers in her hands. Approaching his grave with respect, Constance left the flowers over his grave and asked:
“Nonno…I know that you are not here, but I don’t know where to go to speak to you. I miss you, Nonno. These questions, will there ever be someone that gives me the right answers? Are there any right answers at all?”
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July 16, 2014
Life's Riverbed - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt
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Life’s Riverbed
Square Table. 2 persons, 4 places.One for the handbags; one empty place.
The plate was in front of Sophie. Marianne was sitting in front of her, speaking so much that Sophie could not hear it anymore:
“Why you don’t move to Tokyo? There you could learn Japanese and work as a teacher. Or you could move to France, learn French and work as a teacher too. Or stay where you are, but work as a teacher in a school. Any school. But what you do, this what you do now, will bring you nowhere. It is not even a street with an ending. It is not a path anymore. The world doesn’t need creators, we already have everything we need in this world.”
Sophia was looking at her plate…Looking at the food on her plate.It was like the kind of thing where you need more calories to chew and swallow, than the calories that the food itself contains.Like Marianne’s words.
No wonder that Sophie was tired. It was exhausting.Sophie had her own small atelier, where she made custom dresses. She thought about each one of her little growing pallet of clients.
After many years, Marianne decided to visit her, and Sophie was anxious about showing her the new collection.Sophie’s small pallet of clients was happy.And this made her happy, too. Growing step by step with her own business, she was happy. She already had a friend to speak with about it, Lidia. Lidia was an art student who liked to spend her free time in Sophie’s atelier, speaking about fashion and ideas. They helped each other in the past and Lidia used to say that they were like ‘sisters in art’. Lidia rented a room to use as her own painting atelier, in the same building, and they liked to speak about art and fashion, a lot. And, to see each other’s work.
Sophie did not know why she accepted this lunch invitation from Marianne, after spending all morning hearing the same advice from her, about her atelier.
For lunch: Fancy Place, Fancy People, so Sophie chose her most beautiful dress. Made by her own hands. Persons turned to look at her, when she passed by, but Marianne did not notice that.Sophie had brushed her hair 100 times, to have it bright and beautiful.
While she was trying to eat, her sister Marianne continued vomiting her world-view all over her.Which made chewing her food even more difficult.
Life seemed to be just a letter, or a few words, in the metaphor of the Earth’s biography.The Earth has a biography, what we see is a just a metaphor of it, and human life seemed to be just a small, minimal, part of this metaphor.
Sophie, hearing Marianne’s words, felt as would she be just a letter in the alphabet of a foreign language that no one seems to speak anymore.With her life, just a few words in the metaphor of the Earth’s biography. Just a small part of it.
She wanted to speak about her ideas, and to have the approval and admiration of her sister. The love of her sister. Maybe her sister would like to wear one of her new creations? The same sister that used to brush her hair and dress her like a princess.The same sister that showed her how to make a dress for a doll. The same sister who explained to her that dresses were not made always in series by machines, but that they were creations.
But, with the first dress she wanted to show Marianne this morning, the answer was: “I know your dresses already.” As would they all be the same, since she made the first dress for a doll when she was 6 years old, under her sister’s advice.And now, the same advice again…at lunchtime.It was exhausting. Marianne had changed. Life changed her.Marianne had become dreamless.
Sophie ordered water.
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July 14, 2014
The Waiting Room - Haidji - Book quote
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"The Waiting Room"
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July 9, 2014
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July 7, 2014
Book Excerpt SG Suicide Game by Haidji on Patti Roberts and Guests
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July 4, 2014
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July 2, 2014
The Lost Little Star - Haidji - Short Story - Excerpt
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The Lost Little Star
Anne Marie opened her eyes...
She was just a pinprick of light in the distant universe...
Feeling like a small star lost in the universe, she opened her eyes and looked around her. Everything was so darn dark that she saw nothing, not even her own light.
Anne Marie was scared, closing and opening her eyes, trying to see something.
Of course she could not see anything because she was blinking very fast, opening and closing her eyes, trying to see something.
Anne Marie decided to sleep for a while. Who knows? Maybe there would be some light to be seen inside of her dreams.
Anne Marie dreamed of a blue planet, where a couple of humans were discussing things so loudly that she woke up scared.
“I’m lost! I will probably fall into a black hole! I will never make it if they don’t stop arguing about all and nothing!”
Two tears then fell from her eyes, turning into small meteorites.
Anne Marie decided to keep her eyes wide open. No more bad dreams, no more hearing discussions.
Gradually her eyes became accustomed to darkness. She began to see other points of light. Other tiny stars like her, lots of tiny stars.
“Who are you?” asked a speck of light, as it approached her.
“I'm Anne Marie, and who are you?” she replied.
“I'm John, I am here waiting for the comet that will give me a ride up to the Earth. The comet is almost coming…”
“I would like to take the ride too”, said Anne Marie, “But I’m worried that on Earth they might fight a lot and they don’t even know why. I don’t want to go if they keep arguing about all and nothing. I will stay here and get lost, wandering across the Universe.”
John, who was smart, had an Idea. “We should go and find the Angel of Reconciliation, he will know how to help you.”
“But you will miss your ride! They are probably already waiting for you!” said Anne Marie.
“It is ok. I can take the next comet.”
*
Far away from there, in the world of human beings, also called “Earth”, Marion sighed, exhausted. “Paul…again?” She had already given the baby a name; it was a boy and she called the baby Paul.
It was already the second time that she went to the hospital and then the baby contractions stopped suddenly. Her belly was already so big that she could not even walk. She called her husband to pick her up.
“False alarm again, Josh…”
*
Paul took Anne Marie through the meteorites’ path. They had to go slowly, very carefully, because the meteorites were flowing all over, from one side to another.
Anne Marie knew that the meteorites are stars’ tears, many times falling from stars that ended up not making their full life trips, falling instead into black holes. Their tears were all that remained from their existence, because no one knows what happens to the stars inside of black holes.
Anne Marie saw her own tears on the Path and got scared about it. “Will this be all that will be left of me if they don’t stop fighting?”
Anne Marie and Paul left the meteorites’ path and did not see the Angel, because it was foggy. All was white.
Paul knew that the Angel should be there, and did not understand why everything was so foggy.
“Where is the Angel?” asked Anne Marie.
“I don’t know. He should be right here”, said Paul.
They heard a very strong and loud laugh and the fog felt like it was shaking around them. The Angel had grown. The fog was part of the Angel itself.
Angels can change their sizes when they want. Anne Marie and Paul were inside of the Angel and did not realize it.
Still laughing, the Angel decreased in size, so that they could see it, and they then saw clearly the Angel of Reconciliation, surrounded by a starry sky.
Paul explained, just as kids explain things:
“They discuss too much, Anne Marie cries and doesn’t want to take the ride with the comet. What can we do?”
Angels hear the souls and feelings beyond words, so the Angel understood it.
The Angel of Reconciliation floated from left to right and then from right to left, as would the Angel be thinking about something, or mixing some thoughts. After awhile, the Angel approached Anne Marie and whispered some words inside her ear. Then he stepped back again and said to both:
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The Lost Little Star
Anne Marie opened her eyes...
She was just a pinprick of light in the distant universe...
Feeling like a small star lost in the universe, she opened her eyes and looked around her. Everything was so darn dark that she saw nothing, not even her own light.
Anne Marie was scared, closing and opening her eyes, trying to see something.
Of course she could not see anything because she was blinking very fast, opening and closing her eyes, trying to see something.
Anne Marie decided to sleep for a while. Who knows? Maybe there would be some light to be seen inside of her dreams.
Anne Marie dreamed of a blue planet, where a couple of humans were discussing things so loudly that she woke up scared.
“I’m lost! I will probably fall into a black hole! I will never make it if they don’t stop arguing about all and nothing!”
Two tears then fell from her eyes, turning into small meteorites.
Anne Marie decided to keep her eyes wide open. No more bad dreams, no more hearing discussions.
Gradually her eyes became accustomed to darkness. She began to see other points of light. Other tiny stars like her, lots of tiny stars.
“Who are you?” asked a speck of light, as it approached her.
“I'm Anne Marie, and who are you?” she replied.
“I'm John, I am here waiting for the comet that will give me a ride up to the Earth. The comet is almost coming…”
“I would like to take the ride too”, said Anne Marie, “But I’m worried that on Earth they might fight a lot and they don’t even know why. I don’t want to go if they keep arguing about all and nothing. I will stay here and get lost, wandering across the Universe.”
John, who was smart, had an Idea. “We should go and find the Angel of Reconciliation, he will know how to help you.”
“But you will miss your ride! They are probably already waiting for you!” said Anne Marie.
“It is ok. I can take the next comet.”
*
Far away from there, in the world of human beings, also called “Earth”, Marion sighed, exhausted. “Paul…again?” She had already given the baby a name; it was a boy and she called the baby Paul.
It was already the second time that she went to the hospital and then the baby contractions stopped suddenly. Her belly was already so big that she could not even walk. She called her husband to pick her up.
“False alarm again, Josh…”
*
Paul took Anne Marie through the meteorites’ path. They had to go slowly, very carefully, because the meteorites were flowing all over, from one side to another.
Anne Marie knew that the meteorites are stars’ tears, many times falling from stars that ended up not making their full life trips, falling instead into black holes. Their tears were all that remained from their existence, because no one knows what happens to the stars inside of black holes.
Anne Marie saw her own tears on the Path and got scared about it. “Will this be all that will be left of me if they don’t stop fighting?”
Anne Marie and Paul left the meteorites’ path and did not see the Angel, because it was foggy. All was white.
Paul knew that the Angel should be there, and did not understand why everything was so foggy.
“Where is the Angel?” asked Anne Marie.
“I don’t know. He should be right here”, said Paul.
They heard a very strong and loud laugh and the fog felt like it was shaking around them. The Angel had grown. The fog was part of the Angel itself.
Angels can change their sizes when they want. Anne Marie and Paul were inside of the Angel and did not realize it.
Still laughing, the Angel decreased in size, so that they could see it, and they then saw clearly the Angel of Reconciliation, surrounded by a starry sky.
Paul explained, just as kids explain things:
“They discuss too much, Anne Marie cries and doesn’t want to take the ride with the comet. What can we do?”
Angels hear the souls and feelings beyond words, so the Angel understood it.
The Angel of Reconciliation floated from left to right and then from right to left, as would the Angel be thinking about something, or mixing some thoughts. After awhile, the Angel approached Anne Marie and whispered some words inside her ear. Then he stepped back again and said to both:
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June 30, 2014
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June 27, 2014
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The Lake Girl
Not blonde, not dark hair, not even red hair.Not tall, not short.Not fat, nor skinny.An average girl, she thought.Average.
Lisa didn’t really want to leave the house this morning.Her jeans were not the fashionable ones and her friends…were they really “friends”? And her actual best friend Kelly…was she really a best friend?The girls liked to brush each other’s hair at school, and do girls’ things together. Girls’ things, like to go together to the bathroom, because that is the best place to speak, undisturbed, about life. Something that boys will never understand. Just girls’ things.
Lisa was too shy to speak too much.She would never understand that “blonde” thing.Aren’t we all beautiful?Should she paint her hair?Red, blonde or black?Would her life be better then?Or was this just another teenager crisis, when we don’t like the way we look in the mirror, no matter what time it is, seeing always the same boring, faded-away image of ourselves?
Sometimes she forced herself to go to school…School was sometimes her refuge and sometimes she felt like a slave, taken from her home and forced into slavery, separated from her dreams for several hours every day. Counting the years to finish high school. Modern Brain Slavery = School. “Work brain, work, if you like it or not, you need to work now, 8 hours in a row. Under the torture of boringness, stay awake and work, even if you were up until 3am, jumping between Whatsapp and Snapchat.”
Wouldn’t it be so much nicer to spend the day by the swimming pool?But other times, she could plunge into the lesson and discover a new beautiful world, feeling herself falling into the teacher’s voice, entering a new world.A completely beautiful new world.
For her, everyone was beautiful.Everyone but herself. Of course, there was a boy she liked.But she could not speak to him.She smiled, he smiled back.He smiled, she smiled back.Again and again.Freddy. Blonde. Blue eyes, charming smile.
The smiling-back game was happening since two months ago, but with no step forward. Worst than that, her “Best friend” became a friend of his, and would spend long times speaking to him. Kelly, a skinny blonde girl. She knew that boys used to bet on who would be Kelly’s next boyfriend(s). It was like a trophy, and a recognition to be cool, to be seen with Kelly.Kelly was the kind of girl that could have two boyfriends at the same time and no one would care, because she was…hot. Boys were happy to have “half of Kelly’s” or even “part of Kelly’s” time. Or “Kelly for a while.”Or “Kelly on their list.”
The only problem was that most of the boys were so broken after Kelly left them that it took awhile for them to believe in love again. Or maybe they were all just idiots. Or too naïve, because they believed that they could fulfill all the attention that Kelly needed.
Lisa never had a boyfriend.Was Kelly planning to have a third one?Kelly, please… not Freddy!This was not fair. Kelly knew that she liked him.Lisa liked Kelly, it was impossible not to like her.Kelly was so unconscious about life and so fragile, needy and warm-hearted that it was impossible not to fall under her charm. She wasn’t an evil person…She was just…Kelly.
But please, Kelly, not Freddy, don’t destroy him too!
That was all inside of Lisa’s mind, before going to school this morning.
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The Lake Girl
Not blonde, not dark hair, not even red hair.Not tall, not short.Not fat, nor skinny.An average girl, she thought.Average.
Lisa didn’t really want to leave the house this morning.Her jeans were not the fashionable ones and her friends…were they really “friends”? And her actual best friend Kelly…was she really a best friend?The girls liked to brush each other’s hair at school, and do girls’ things together. Girls’ things, like to go together to the bathroom, because that is the best place to speak, undisturbed, about life. Something that boys will never understand. Just girls’ things.
Lisa was too shy to speak too much.She would never understand that “blonde” thing.Aren’t we all beautiful?Should she paint her hair?Red, blonde or black?Would her life be better then?Or was this just another teenager crisis, when we don’t like the way we look in the mirror, no matter what time it is, seeing always the same boring, faded-away image of ourselves?
Sometimes she forced herself to go to school…School was sometimes her refuge and sometimes she felt like a slave, taken from her home and forced into slavery, separated from her dreams for several hours every day. Counting the years to finish high school. Modern Brain Slavery = School. “Work brain, work, if you like it or not, you need to work now, 8 hours in a row. Under the torture of boringness, stay awake and work, even if you were up until 3am, jumping between Whatsapp and Snapchat.”
Wouldn’t it be so much nicer to spend the day by the swimming pool?But other times, she could plunge into the lesson and discover a new beautiful world, feeling herself falling into the teacher’s voice, entering a new world.A completely beautiful new world.
For her, everyone was beautiful.Everyone but herself. Of course, there was a boy she liked.But she could not speak to him.She smiled, he smiled back.He smiled, she smiled back.Again and again.Freddy. Blonde. Blue eyes, charming smile.
The smiling-back game was happening since two months ago, but with no step forward. Worst than that, her “Best friend” became a friend of his, and would spend long times speaking to him. Kelly, a skinny blonde girl. She knew that boys used to bet on who would be Kelly’s next boyfriend(s). It was like a trophy, and a recognition to be cool, to be seen with Kelly.Kelly was the kind of girl that could have two boyfriends at the same time and no one would care, because she was…hot. Boys were happy to have “half of Kelly’s” or even “part of Kelly’s” time. Or “Kelly for a while.”Or “Kelly on their list.”
The only problem was that most of the boys were so broken after Kelly left them that it took awhile for them to believe in love again. Or maybe they were all just idiots. Or too naïve, because they believed that they could fulfill all the attention that Kelly needed.
Lisa never had a boyfriend.Was Kelly planning to have a third one?Kelly, please… not Freddy!This was not fair. Kelly knew that she liked him.Lisa liked Kelly, it was impossible not to like her.Kelly was so unconscious about life and so fragile, needy and warm-hearted that it was impossible not to fall under her charm. She wasn’t an evil person…She was just…Kelly.
But please, Kelly, not Freddy, don’t destroy him too!
That was all inside of Lisa’s mind, before going to school this morning.
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Haidji
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