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Aliya.
Dragging his soul and his unnumbered suitcases and bags through the crowded street, he was trying to find a place to keep them safe while having a shower and a rest to think about what to do next. At last he came into a shop where they kindly offered to keep them. The shop assistants had no face and its shop windows had nothing to sell but it was a shop and he felt deeply thankful for their help. Unburdened and relieved he left the shop and went into the next hotel. Going across the lobby, he saw a couple of young ladies sitting on a sofa and concentrated on something in their hands. One of them had fair hair and one could see part of her upper thighs. When he got to the public showers, it was a chaos. Under the showers there were to be seen dozens and dozens of men and women having together a shower ar the same time. All of them had their intimacy covered with loincloths and the whole looked like an irreal nightmare. He looked desperately for a private shower and he could find one at last. It was a very pleasant feeling when the water rushed down his body. But suddenly, everybody there desappeared and silence was heard. There was nobody to be seen outside his own shower. He peeped over the low door but nobody could be seen and the twilight had invaded the room. Only his own shower had a clear light. Then, he saw the blonde lady that had been sitting in the hotel's lobby coming to him. She was completely naked and opened without hesitating, his showers' door. He looked at her and realized of his beautiful face but also of her body that was not human. Anyway, he kissed her and all of a sudden, she desappeared, too. He got quicky dressed and left the showers room. He went into the shop and thanked the invisible people there for having kept their luggage. Again dragging his soul and suitcases through the crowded street. Tired of that life, he decided to go up a slope street to keep far from the world. A man was there, at the side of the road, washing his car. .- Hi, Sir ! Could you please take me to the airport? - he asked the man-I must fly to Israel and I am about to miss the plane.... .- of course! - said the man with an open smile- while rubbing his hands with each other. .- Not at all ! -shouted his wife- who appeared like a specter from behind the house. And the trees on the sides of the road remained silent and dark. Barzilai Kellajer
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Había vivido casi toda su vida en la rama de un abeto. Había visto los peligros pasar por debajo de él pero nunca se imaginó que el peligro podrìa venir de arriba. En realidad, él no sabía si los peligros venían de abajo o de arriba o simplemente de ningún lugar.
Algunas compañías fugaces se había estado colocando a su lado de tanto en tanto de las cuales alguna parecía ser para siempre mientras que otras se veían claramente pasajeras desde un principio. Se preguntaba por su misión en este mundo si es que realmente tení alguna. Se preguntaba si incluso este mundo tenía una misión. Aparentemente, todo parecía un sinsentido y no sabía porqué se encontraba en aquel momento posado sobre aquella rama y pensaba y pensaba sobre todas estas cosas. Tampoco cesaba de oír los alegres trinos de otros compañeros de vida pero incluso ellos eran fugaces. Alguna vez, parecía que alguno de ellos iba a ser duradero pero más tarde o temprano terminaba por silenciarse y desaparecer; otros parecían más insistentes y creaban la falsa ilusión de realidad hasta que se difuminaba en difusa e intangible eternidad. Sentía que ya no le quedaban fuerzas para cantar. Se sentía viejo y cansado y había perdido la ilusión por la eternidad tras haber visto y oído tantas cosas desde su rama y sin embargo.....en lo más profundo de su ser, él guardaba la esperanza cuando el sol le indicaba el camino hacia el Este, hacia lo que algún día había sido su hogar. A pesar de la perseverancia del sol, él se sentía ya cansado y viejo para iniciar un viaje hacia el Oriente que posiblemente además, no sería otra cosa más que otro trino proveniente de la nada. Y a pesar de ello, el sol insistía cada mañana desde el Este ! Barzilai Kellajer |
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