Economic College VIILOR, Bucharest
India, January 2014
Here in Zunka, there is a terrible mist, the other villagers say, but you know well that such a mysterious landscape relaxes and cheers your dear granny up. When you are smaller, we used to send letters one to the other. Therefore, i am going to start writing to you because i miss you a lot. I want to tell you something important from my past, something that would amaze you, to be sure.
I was 19 and i was happy because I had planned a small trip with your poppy, who at the time was my new lover. We had arrived in Italy, in San Marco. I remember well that it was a day of May, and the sun was shining over the Basilia church. Everything was beautiful, extremely beautiful! The paintings and the icons were touching us, it was like they were looking over us and blessing us. When we went out of the church, a nun came in front of me. At that time, there were no priests, and monks and nuns were unheard of! She took my hand, squeezed it friendly and nodded. Her black eyes showed hope. In one second, she let go of my hand, and left without saying one word. Then, I fell on the red cold marble. I could hear my lover calling for me and then, suddenly, everything became dark.
I was lying on the grass, refusing to open my eyes as I was afraid. I didn’t know what to do! Bravely, I lifted my eyelashes but the sunrays made me closed them again. When I could look closely, I realised I was in a forest, and certainly not a usual one. The wind was blowing calmly, and the blue and yellow flowers were rustling. The forest attracted me because of the emerald colour and the rustle of the leaves and the movement of the bird pushed me to go deeper in the forest. I started running towards the live world of the forest. I felt like I belonged there. I forgot about my family and especially about your grandfather. Then, it was only I and the strong and mesmerising nature. Maybe even terrifying.
Strangely, a fog surrounded me and an old woman with snowy black hair, long to her hips came before me. Her green eyes with yellow lights showed the warmth in her soul. I have a feeling you won’t believe me, my dear granddaughter, but it is true. Now, I think it was always I as the same age as the forest. Then, I was rendered speechless! I wanted more answers but the woman disappeared. Once she left, the forest started getting old. The sea of greenery was getting yellow, or better said black. The sunrays became more coppery. The flowers were bending sad, kissing the ground goodbye. Tension and fear overwhelmed my body.
Sweetie, all I know after that dream is that I woke up in the arms of my lover, crying. He became my husband, your grandfather... We two have never had enough time to talk, because I have been away almost all the time, all over the world, together with him. You know the nature of his job! That’s why I wrote to you about that May in Italy now, because you are old enough. The scarf I am sending to you has the shine of the sun as it was then and the smell of the plain here, in Zunka. And the gift shows that I have been missing you deeply. I am waiting for your visit in spring. We will make bracelets together, as we used to do in your childhood. We will drink tea and tell stories.
I love you, my little ladybug!
With all my love,
Your dear Mina