Boundary between Fiction and Reality
It’s a pompous title, but if it’s okay and I think it’s real. Maybe I will be wondering why? … There are strange things that happened to me many years ago, but that I remember permanently in my memory and which are fantastic or paranormal, and not fantasies of memory.
Sometimes life is very complicated, difficult, heavy, sometimes too easy, and if there were no alternations, inflection points, sinusoids would not be beautiful.
Will it still be true and overcome the boundary between fiction and reality? And yet it seems like yes.
I was a child and I lived with my grandparents, some of the sympathetic old, candid and lively, somewhere on the outskirts of Bucharest. They always cared for me, and they grew me up to the age of 10, the age that is not too critical, but the age at which you do all the follies in the world without someone getting too hard or punishing you for mistakes made.
… and yet in my innocence I never thought of what to follow.
In the winter, I wanted to go out on the street, sit down and play with the other kids I knew long ago as neighborhood neighbors. But my grandmother screamed for me “Boy do not go out and wait a few days until I can buy you winter boots !!!” (the truth was that I did not have, but only a few scapegoats, shabby and used for the time … but the temptation the fluffy snow laid out overnight was too long, and I honestly care what my grandmother said.)
“Okay, you go my grandmother says, finally yielding to my insistence … but you are worried about coming home early and not cooling …” … watching me with her warm eyes, worried but still happy about my joy … but she bombed me as she often did when she did not agree.
After a few hours he called for me to come home and eat, because she made my favorite food, the marinated meatballs. (…now I think I’m licking my lips of pleasure …).
The joy was great, the play was in all, and the joy was … the joy of encompassing. Sometime later, I realized I was cold on my feet, and I dared like a tree blowing by wind. Anyway, I still have to go home, stuff me in the marinated buns made by the grandmother directly from the saucepan as I did most of the time and drink a hot tea to get back.
At the entrance to the house the first thing I did, I kissed my grandmother on fire that she understood me and did not oppose too much to my wishes.
But she was right, because I chilled very hard tonight, my nose was running, and I had severe pain in my throat. Poor grandmother knew what she knew.
… well begins the nightmare, because I made the temperature at night. I woke up sweaty and wet to my skin, my pajamas look like I had a bath with her. I did not recognize people around me. They tried to change my pajamas and give me aspirin so that I can get back in this way. They could not phone the ambulance because a thick layer of snow had been deposited outside, and there was no phone in the house.
I hear the dreams that my grandmother made to me, “Boy, I told you not to go out because you’re sick of getting sick” and her grandfather’s tough words to her … I felt like moving around and seeing some beings as a lousy who wanted to communicate with me.
I did not realize that I had very high temperature, a state that created at one point a vision of the tunnel of time, at the end being those laughs and many hands, which dragged me inside the winding that was rolling in the tunnel and at the other ends the grandmother’s hands trying to pull me out and get me out of there.
Did I overcome that border between reality and fiction? Was it true what I was seeing or actually was an unfortunate nightmare in my subconscious?
At one point I remember that my grandmother was saying something of hot milk, as though I’m not sure now. I can’t quantify the time elapsed at that time, the only thing I remember is that I saw black in front of my eyes.
At one point I woke up, I opened my eyes wide, and I saw my grandmother trying to talk with me, and I, in turn, succeeded in articulating a few words to which my grandmother’s reply was ” Big God, he has returned …”.
The next day after a restless sleep I woke up and my grandmother with tears of joy told me what I was going through, telling me that I had a very high temperature that she did not see in her life, begging at the same time, be a good child, because she has just managed to save me from death.
What I have told is just one of the 4 moments of watershed, heavy, sad, through which I have gone into my life, moments you do not want anyone, either friend or enemy.
I think God said in those moments, “Turn you Boy into your world on Earth, because it’s not yet time to receive you in my garden …” It seems like a Divinity has watched over me …
Even though I seem to be exaggerated, and now I think of what happened then, the grandmother who has been poor by her power saved me and put me back on his feet and thank him every time I go where he rests at the grave, with flowers and God who was merciful to me, protected me from the evil ones, and who eventually fled me from fiction and put me back to reality.
…sorry for my English…