Bubble Boy – 2 –
… With a long red hooded hat called a Zipfelmuetze on his head, wearing a red jacket and blue trousers, barefoot and eyes closed, his thoughts turned inwards, the old man blew incessantly into his bamboo cane and round soap bubbles issued forth one after the other, shimmering in the sunlight. They floated above the land, carried by the gentle wind.
There was such a rightness to the wind, the sunlight, the soap bubbles, the old man and the big stone, that nobody ever thought to ask why in fact the old man sat there and did nothing other than blow on his bamboo day after day.
It was simply so, as it was.
It couldn´t have been any different, and exactly as it was, it was exactly right.
Nobody had ever had a doubt about it.
Nevertheless, one day, which didn´t seem to to be different in any way from all of the other days, the sun had risen fit and joyful and awakened the old man and everything around him with his warm rays, and the old man had begun to blow bubbles through his bamboo cane., something happened which had never happened before.
Why it happened exactly on that day, nobody in the world could say.
But that day one of the bubbles was totally different from all the ones that had gone before. Of course, it was still round and shimmering in the sunlight, just like all the other bubbles. But if you looked closely at it, you could see that there was something strange inside the bubble…