Danger: Falling RocksPublished On: 12-02-2016 15:48
Louli , that’s what we called her, the girl who decorated trees. Her name was Elena but we decided Louli suited her better, as it was a quirky name and went well with her colourful, permanently creased skirts, her flowery blouses and her red plimsolls.
She claimed she knew everything about life that anyone needed to know. It made her happy to add a bit of colour to the countryside, to give rather than take. Her teddy bears and stuffed animals knew all her secrets, she said. “And they’ll keep them for centuries.”
She was good at making up stories in order to get attention. Once, she started taking about dancing in a forest, hugging the trees. Another time, it was about tightrope walking across rivers. “When you get to the edge of a precipice, you stop, and think,” she said. “You think hard about your past, but also your future… and it’s not easy at all. Life isn’t easy but you make the most of it. Otherwise, you just stare at Danger signs and freak out.”
We grew up, got married, had children. Louli sent us messages from unimaginably beautiful places she was visiting around the world. At least, that’s what she said. Each postcard, each photo, took us back to our adolescence. We all hated to admit that waving at Louli riding past us on her donkey was the closest we would come to freedom, the nearest we’d ever get to falling rocks.Add to favorites