
Project: Elysia - childhood memories
At that time, in the early 1970s, in a medium-sized city in the GDR, a young boy, aged just five, lived with his single mother on the outskirts of the town. The mother's daily work was important, and so the boy often found himself on his own. His feet carried him through the streets, sometimes alone, sometimes surrounded by his companions of the same age.
For his fifth cradle festival a ball was served to him, a ball white as snow and covered with green spots. From then on he turned his attention to this ball, a souvenir of the young Andreas. Football was the game they played together, with the gates of the houses across the street serving as goals. Andreas always came up short, but this ritual still took place every day.
One Sunday, with Andreas there again, the young man was delighted and asked his mother for her permission. It was quickly given and the boy hurried into his room to get the white ball with green spots. Andreas knew where he belonged. And so the game began, a constant back and forth, a “bum bum”.
The first curtains stirred, voices rose. Soon afterwards the loudest voice sounded, warning: "It is Holy Sunday, rest is required!" But could a boy of five years understand such things? No, not at all. And so it sounded again: “Bum bum.” But Sunday wasn't the obstacle, it was her mother. She was supposed to make it in the afternoon, so her nap was necessary. But the night was a time to rest, wasn't it?
The boy and young Andreas were sad. But children wouldn't be children if they didn't find new ways to amuse themselves. There was the brawn, a trickle, better yet, a small stream, one might say. Both boys crossed a bridge and their thoughts were one. "Hurry ahead," said Andreas as he left the bridge and followed the river. A wave, the ball sailed over the railing and fell into the brawn. Lo and behold, he was swimming. Andreas hid the white ball with green polka dots on the bank of the stream.
The sadness was gone, a new game was born. The boys took turns throwing the ball into the brawn and retrieving it. A game of a new kind that attracted attention. Knowing that it was unique to them, they did not take into account the man with the red face who was holding a strange device. Was it a stick, a club, something marked by danger? Unconcerned by such a sight, the boys fled.
But the white ball with the green spots remained undeterred on the brawn, drifting gently until it disappeared from sight. When she returned home and her mother had rested, she asked: "Where is the ball?"
" Broken."
At that magical moment, Elysia shifted her attention over, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her. It was as if the curtain had been opened on a precious act and she witnessed a vision of unbridled joy and childlike curiosity. Her gaze rested on the two young souls, who harmoniously combined with the water, the ball and her carefree imagination.
A quiet smile graced Elysia's lips as she noticed the beaming faces of the boys, who seemed caught up in the magic of the moment. In these moments of informality she found a timeless beauty that touched her deeply. The sun's rays danced on the surface of the calm river, creating a glittering mosaic of light and reflections as the white ball with green dots swayed on the water.
Elysia's mind sank into memories of her own childhood, of days of carefree play and limitless imagination. She saw the boys in that moment not just as children playing with a ball, but as ambassadors of a time when the world was still unspoiled and full of possibility.
Her inner voice whispered softly as she put her feelings into words: "In these innocent moments, the poetry of life manifests itself, as if painted on a canvas of water." She understood the depth of such moments, which were often lost in the flow of time. For her, this observation became a window into the essence of humanity, a reflection of what lies in the heart of every person.
Elysia's gaze remained on the boys playing with a ball, unaware of the significance of this moment. It was as if she was watching a dancer on the water, choreographing an invisible melody in the language of childhood. The connection between the two boys reminded her of the universal truth that human experiences are intertwined across space and time.
With a gentle smile on her lips, Elysia felt an invisible bridge connecting her to the boys. She felt this innocent scene free her from the demands of adult life and take her back to her own childhood. In that moment, she felt at one with the flow of time, as if she had captured the essence of eternity in a fleeting moment.
And so Elysia remained silently present, almost as if lost in a dream. The ball continued to dance on the water, the sun painted brilliant reflections on the surface, and Elysia found comfort and beauty in this simple but profound performance of childhood. A piece of timelessness that she would keep in her heart.
On the shore gently, time lingers, two boys sharing play and laughter. A ball, a river, in the sunlight, Connects them, united in children's play.
The dancers on the water's stage, innocent, free, moving like birds. The sun paints a glittering picture of that time that does not linger.
Poetry flows in reflections, The moment, a short song. We are interwoven, space and time, in childhood dreams, infinitely far.
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