The Little Blue Princess

When I was little I pictured the world as an immense universe without end in which I would not survive if it wasn’t for mom’s and dad’s hands that I could grab when in need.

Then when I thought that one day I could be orphan of both parents (like it happens in that sick Dickensian story that I couldn’t read to its end), I had to reflect about my chances to survive in this harsh and austere world, without any money or protection?

The only instruction I had at that age was that if I picked my nose a crow would come at night while I slept and pick at my fingernails.

I also knew that whenever I ate watermelon I had to spit the seeds out or else the seeds would accumulate in my stomach to sprout at spring time and grow little watermelons in my tummy until they would get full size and just good to be eaten by pigs. “You would look like a pillow pulled up by balloons”, mom tried to scare me.

Also, she had this habit to repeat to me all the time: “Please be reasonable!”

My dad was a bit indifferent to what was reasonable and real. He was an abstract painter. I used to ask him about one of his paintings “what it represented?” He would tell me that I’d have to grow up if I wanted to understand abstract painting. “I see a fox there”, I would interject. Dad would stare at the painting and act diffidently in response, and a little bit embarrassed: “There is not any fox there…” I liked when dad got embarrassed. That showed his sensitive human nature and also that he was a true artist. He used to say for instance that we always want to go back into the past and live it once more because we refuse to accept the lessons life taught us to the day.

Mom didn’t have a philosophical mind. She also didn’t have any hobby or profession. Most of the time, she would stay home with us and read romance novels. Though there were other times when she’d go out and come back home after a while very refreshed and happy, carrying with her both hands food, sweets, detergents and not always but very often, merchandise for bed use.

Mom was a gullible but also a very kind woman. Dad was strict, sensitive and funny.

I remember how dad used to laugh when he told us the joke with the cart driver that dropped one of his prune baskets in mud. “The driver got on his knees, picked up a prune and examined it. If he thought that the prune was clean of mud he would eat it. He proceeded to examine each prune in the same manner and to his surprise he saw that in the end he ate all prunes”. Dad would laugh at his jokes.

“You told us the same joke a dozen times. I don’t see what’s so funny about it. I don’t get it” mom would complain.

Both of my parents though seem very worried about what I was going to become. Mom told me one day that she would be pleased if I became a famous pianist like the one in the movie “The Pianist” or a writer, (like Henry James or Jean Genet, she’d give me two names as examples). As a response my dad wanted to see me working as a research engineer in a time flying machines laboratory. He’d put all his money down on a bet that the future of man belonged to people who could develop time and space flying machines in their backyard, as Bill Gates did. Mom would argue that it was better if I was a writer; playing with the time and space stuff was precarious, she would argue.

II

My destiny was obviously made to my dad’s vision. After I finished the university I was hired as a test pilot of Instant Time Flying Machines designed at the Centre for Transcendental Travel. Dad used to say that it was better to fly a regulated time machine than a regulated space machine. When you travel in time, he’d say, you could see what history was in reality, like the voyage to the moon. Unfortunately my time machine was regulated to fly in the present time only. If you come one day to visit the Center for Transcendental Travel take a look at the first time machine that I piloted. You’d be amazed: it still looks awesome! Also its name is appealing to those that know Latin: “HIC ET NUNC” was its name. I noticed lately that most of the novelties are using either a Greek name or a Latin name. I found that peculiar… Now, let’s quote some definitions of what is what and what it does: “An instant time flying machine is capable of flying from here to there in an instance of time just by changing the destination with a “flying spot stick” on the flying board”.

At that time – to be specific - I succeeded to successfully test the HIC ET NUNC time flying machine by instant commuting all over the globe. The last time, I used the machine to fly to Paris. What I like mostly when I go to Paris are the baguettes and the Moulin Rouge as depicted in the view below. That year there were plenty of both.

I’d have also to mention that my time flying machine was never tested to fly to another celestial object like the moon, for instance.

The next day, after I flew to Paris, I had to move the stick up on the flying board and fly to the North Pole. That’s when the accident happened. I remember that I just finished my breakfast consisting of two croissants and two sunny-side-up eggs. My hands were greasy and I felt also unsteady because I couldn’t sleep the whole night while listening to my dog’s snore.

When my dog Elsa sleeps in my room she either keeps licking my feet or she snores. Today she had sort of an allergy. First, I heard her sneezing, then, as she went to sleep she began to snore louder than usual. I tried to call my vet to ask him if I could give to Elsa a Bayer aspirin; the vet wasn’t available and I wouldn’t dare to give to my dog any medicine without his advice. Also her nose was running so badly that I had to keep a handkerchief within reach and help her blow her nose in it. 

 Anyway, I was tired and sleepy and my hands were greasy and because of all those I set up by mistake the time flying machine “spot stick” to “Other Planets 6”. In scientific circles that time is designated as “Benign 6” time. In profane terms that is “Saturn planet, the sixth planet” time. 

III

As I moved up the stick I felt a swirling shock wave through my body and then instantaneously I saw the machine landing on a neat surface of orange rock and yellowish dust which I realized was the Planet Saturn. My flying machine was still intact and shining like a jewel as it landed straight on its tail.

I remembered that I read a book about Indian gurus that go in deep meditation and succeed to be present in two places at the same time. It is like their souls succeed to multiply and disperse in space. One of their souls could go there while the other one stays and wanders around the spot where the guru entered his deep meditation.

Those were my thoughts when I landed on Saturn. I stayed for a while inside the time vehicle, confused and perplexed, trying to understand how was it possible to arrive there instantaneously – as it all seemed at that time – against the Einstein’s relativity law that says that a particle cannot travel in space with a speed greater that the speed of light, which I knew from my university studies, to be exactly 300,000 km/sec.

My mom used to say that one day the technology would demonstrate that Einstein - like Newton proved to be at the

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 16.11.2011
ISBN: 978-3-7309-2024-4

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