Bubble Boy – 3 –
And when you looked even closer, you could recognise that this strange thing was alive, and that it was, in fact, a tiny little boy.
And that this little boy even looked quite like the old man, even if he was so much smaller, having to fit, obviously, within the bubble!
But perhaps the likeness came only from the clothes. Like the old man he wore the long red Zipfelmuetze on his head and well, he was dressed in red and blue too, but exactly the opposite of the old man, As if they had sewn his jacket from the leftovers of the old man´s trousers, and his trousers from the leftovers of the old man´s jacket.
And like him, he was barefoot.
The little boy stood in his bubble, with his hands and feet pressed against the thin, transparent surface. His eyes and his mouth were wide open, as if he didn´t understand at all what was happening to him. Locked in his shimmering cage, floating high above the earth, climbing towards the sky: who could understand indeed!?
As he suddenly realised his awful plight – the bubble could burst at any moment and he would fall down from the sky – he got terribly scared and started to shout:
But nobody and nothing around could hear the screams of the little boy, neither the old man, nor the sun, nor the mountains, and not even the wind. All went on living like they always did, in the eternal rightness of their neverchanging world, in which it proved impossible to notice that on that very special day, something very special had happened indeed