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A soft whisper calls for you, caressing the sleeping night and lingering in the cool air. It must be a dream, you tell yourself, and close your eyes. But the restless wind makes its way through the open window, carrying the fading remnants of the delicate voice to your ears. Never did you hear such a tender, soothing murmur.
ובשנים האחרונות נדמה כי הכל השתנה ולעולם לא ישוב להיות כפי שהיה.
הלילות נהיו ארוכים יותר, דוממים יותר, מרוקנים יותר.
והחושך. אותו החושך המוכר שפעם שר להם שירי ערש ערבים לפני השינה, כזר הוא כעת, מכה בהם ללא רחמים. שכבות על גבי שכבות של חושך עוין, רובצות להן מדי לילה על גגות הבתים הישנים, מכניעות אותם בעקשנות וביסודיות, לאט לאט. מפרידות בין השמיים למעלה לחלומות למטה, שפתאום נראים כה קטנים, כה עלובים.
And in the last few years it seems as if everything had changed and nothing would ever be as it was. The silent nights have grown longer, darker, emptier.
And the darkness. The same darkness that once sang them lullabies, is now a stranger. Its heavy layers of hostility resting on the roofs of the sleeping houses, subduing them, ever so slowly, in their stubborn, thorough demeanor, separating the skies above from the dreams below, which suddenly seem so small, so neglected.
Click-clack. Click-clack. Hundreds, no thousands of hurrying feet walk the gray streets of the restless city. Together yet always alone, they march on the cold pavement. And they never stop, the people. Why should they?
You were waiting all night long for the morning to come. It will all be better once it’s morning, you told yourself. You stood there, wrapped in your blanket, and stared at the sleeping darkness outside through the closed window. The moon tried to send you one of its comforting smiles, reaching out its soft pale rays, but its efforts were in vain. It was too far away, or was it you, who was too far away?
Welcome aboard! We’ve been waiting a long time for you to come. How was your journey? Not too rough, we hope? Are you tired? Are you hungry? Can we offer you something? Anything? There was a slight delay and we were beginning to think you might have changed your mind, but we sure are glad to see you haven’t, ha ha. We know. It may all be a bit overwhelming for you at the moment, but we promise that you’ll get the hang of it sooner than
you think.
On that day came the unknown White. It was just another Mediterranean afternoon. Only a few days before that, the majestic sun shone brightly, sending its God-sent light to the rain-craving soil below. The familiar dry warm wind danced above the land, hopping from tree to tree, from head to head, reminding all that autumn is still not ready to move aside and let winter take its place.
The nameless girl had always loved the rain. She loved the rain during those late winter afternoons, when she sat down in the lit kitchen, her mother’s glowing smile from across the table driving all the fears away and her soft caring hands caressing her, telling her, in their own secret wordless language, that their love for her is unconditional, eternal. The sweet smell of the hot cocoa on the table would rise in the air and mix with the warm chocolaty surprises baking in the oven, with the promise of always having this home to come back to.