Looking at that shack. Slowly we had crossed the little bridge over the little river with our hands well tight. We were seeing that sheet metal building , as if we had seen something very precious. You was approached yourself to that shack as if you was returned a child. Me, i was in front of it almost breathless. I had to sit myself on a rock with the hands that covered the mouth, as if i hadnt wanted make get out my emotions, while you were turned around it for discovering again each little details, each dent.
You was looking at it, as if it has been, for real, one the most precious thing in your life.
Me , i was firm on that rock, just staring it. Our hearts was going crazy and they were resounding in whole Our Parallel World at unison.
‘This shack has been builded by granpa’ you have said in whisper, turning your face toward mine, then you have continued ‘Here i’ve imagined to be a knight or a magician’.
Slowly you have opened it and you returned to me. You have stretched your hands to take me inside of it. I had the heart in the throat. I couldnt swallow, i was biting my lips frenetically.
I didnt had still say a words, but entering in it, even for me has been as enter in a dream.
You have taking my hand and together we had seen each corner of that big shack.
‘It’s how i rembember it’ i whispered.
You stopped youserlf and you have asked me in a thread of voice ‘How? What?’
Now whom was speechless, it was you. I’ve accompanied you to sit you on a bench and i’ve started to speak, while silently the furry animals peeking inside and they were putting themselves on the ground in front on the entrance of the shack. They knew that this story that i was about to tell it was intimate, so they have respected that moment.
I dived myself in your eyes and you did the same. We were holded our hands. And together we had took a deep breathe.”