Saturday, November 5, 2011

The Rainbow Village by Teodora Patriche from Romania



RAINBOW VILLAGE
           Have you ever looked in your own past and smiled? Well, this is what I’m doing right now. Can you believe that...um...only yesterday all I cared about was what am I going to do at the math test and how to finish my homework earlier than usual just to go to the cinema with my friends? And now, here I am! This is the story of the Rainbow VILLAGE!
„Can you believe it? He totally left me waiting. I’ve been waiting for over 1 hour.”  Kayla and me were talking as usual: I say a word, then she interrupts me and says something like „By the way...”. This was our ordinary way to talk and yesterday didn’t make an exception. „K, it’s normal for him to be late. And not because it’s a boy! The roads have been drowned for a month, and the water level continues to increase. I bet tomorrow the water will get into my room.” And as my words were understood by water, it decided to make my day more complicated than it already was and started to wet my carpet. „Kayla, I got to go”.
The local news alerted us that this may happen. It’s because of the global warming. The icebergs melt and increase the ocean’s level and I think some cities are already flood. And last year I was joking with my friends that the global warming can only bring a little more sun, so we can get that gorgeous tan faster.
My parents had already bought some floats. I got mine, then I pumped it and got out through the window. I saw many people drowning. Everything was grey: the sky, the  water, the houses. Everything seemed to be really sad and run out of life. The world I knew was completely different. Where was the yellow, joyful, warm sun? What about the blue sky with its white as snow clouds? Where was the green grass that I used to lay on and pass my fingers through?
                   All these were mine and everyone’s and I thought no one can ever take them away from us. But I was so wrong!
                   I was going to my grandparents, but when I got to what was supposed to be their house, I couldn’t see anything. Neither the house nor the roof. „Where are them? What am I supposed to do without them?” I was going to Kayla, but the house was left. I didn’t know what to do, so I stopped rowing.
                   I looked around me and saw a... I couldn’t believe my eyes. „Is that a ladder?” Well, „ladder” couldn’t be the right word to describe that strangeness. It couldn’t even try to compare with the simple, wooden ladder. It was a golden escalator. Can you imagine? I swear I hadn’t seen anything stranger until then. This is what I thought that moment, but if I can compare the strange things that I’ve seen in my entire life, I should say that the golden escalator was only the beginning of the strangeness. As I said, everything was grey. Everything, but the light that came from that hole in the sky where the escalator was going. I got there, left my little float and got up the stairs through the grey clouds.
                    It was amazing. Who could ever have wondered what you can find over the clouds? It was a village. Not an ordinary one. Nothing was ordinary in there. All the people in there had the hair in rainbow colors and colorful clothes. They also had a complicated tattoo or drawing on their skin with scroll and knots. They were all glazing at me, but didn’t get too close, like they were afraid to infect with my lack of color. I heard a lot of whispers while the people were surrounding me.
                   „Oh my God, what is she dressed with?” said a petite girl that seemed to have my age. She had the color of the hair like caramel, and her skin was tanned, just like she used to spend all day spoilt by the embrace of the sun. Her tattoo was indigo, making a powerful contrast with her skin.
                   „She must be from the underworld. I knew it. James shouldn’t have played with the atmosphere.” When I heard her I jerked my head and glared at her. It was another girl. She gave me a black look with her green as moss eyes and shook her head, moving her red tresses.
                   Then a tide of words came out of my mouth. “Where am I? Who are you? What do you want from me? How is this place called? Will you hurt me?” The red one was the person that took the floor. “Welcome to Rainbow Village. We are the villagers. The question is not what do we want from you, it is what do you want from us? And it depends on you if we will hurt you or not.”
                   The fair-haired girl came to help me. “My name’s Ashley Whitehorse. What’s yours? Come on, don’t you want to come to see my house?” she said “Alright. Um… my name’s Lisa. Lisa Dazzlewink. But you can call me Lizzie”. “Come on, don’t you want to come to see my house?” she said and asked me to hurry. I saw lots of houses. Not ordinary houses. They were painted in many colors and a lot of colorful candies were put on them. You could get from a house to another by rainbows. They were like slides. In the whole village there were people with tattoos like those, in all the rainbow colors. She introduced me to most of the villagers.”Today it will be the Full Rainbow Ritual in the temple and as official villager of Rainbow Village you will have to say your story and get your own Mark. What color would you choose?” I wasn’t paying attention to her. I was too busy looking around me, to see the rainbow trees, fruits, grass. Everything was rainbow-colored in there. The day passed fast. As soon as we saw the sun going down we went to attempt the meeting and become one of the villagers.
                   Now I’m standing in the front of them. I’ve finished my story. “I’m ready to be Marked.” Helen, a brown lady, is coming to paint the Mark on my arm. It is light blue, as my eyes are. She raised her arms over her head and her voice rang against the stone walls of the temple. “Welcome Lizzie Dazzlewink! The first person from the underworld that discovered Rainbow Village”. “Welcome” the others said.
                   I finally know that I found a place that I can call home. This is my home.


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