I lamp. A small reading lamp. In fact, the story begins with the fact that I had no bedside lamp. And because I was generally very serbez-child, while my mother candice for night light.
But since and no money, she received little Jesuit – said he would not mind to have a night light, as long as you get. To raise money for a new word was out. I collected a year for a dog and I almost succeeded, remained now give them a night light. For nothing in the world! Mobilize your friends – I searched just boxes found in attics and basements – nothing. There is not a night lamp dumped in a second.
I got desperate. So, as I was walking desperate to look stuck in the ground and oatmeal until scrapes his knees hands waved feebly as broken wings, I ran into a neighbor. How I did not see his wheelchair, alone not know. For little to perch right into the lap of the poor man. Not that he would remember the crash – he almost always drunk. Naturally, because of the extremely bad my luck right now has just been awakened sober, in a terrible state of mind and hurried to the store to buy a drink. Habit me cool and tried to kick me with what was left of one of the two severed legs. I froze in terror, and he suddenly stopped. We stayed for a few minutes – the longest in my whole seven-year life – in which the only thing I wanted from God was to me back immediately. Because I had no strength to move from his place while he was trying to hide his embarrassment. I thought it would never end. “What do you know about the goddamn lamp dream, thou canst not see where you’re going, kid?” Of course, I jam the ears of all in this light, there was no way to avoid it came to him. More so generously shared their dreams on a bench in front of houses, and the window of his lodge was right behind the bench. But I did not hear exactly what he asks, his voice I act as a signal of a starter pistol okopitih and ran as hard to hide at home.
A few days later, while sitting on the bench, neighbor showed shaggy head in window and not talk put on the windowsill a box. “Here’s lamp and hopefully learn something!” – Scolded me quite clearly. I was so happy that even thanks to said. I grabbed the box and right at home. With trembling hands I opened it and inside – complete disappointment – there was a school globe. What you lamp? Globe! I had the same, a little less on his desk. Scoff at me he?! Reba inconsolably until five hours when emergency must thou wash my face – my mother came home from work at 5:30 exactly and if you saw me crying, I would not get away with just an explanation, but there could be more severe effects – such as to send me to apologize and so on. But I had forgotten to hide under the bed unfortunate box globe and see her mom. Well, now what explanations would follow! But my mother said only: “I wanted to have a lamp wonder how you’re still standing in the box.” Only then I saw that the globe hanging cable.
I will never forget LED wall lighting outdoor. Not doing any work. The Globe was too dense, and as strong bulb to put light barely filtering through it. But I adored her. Night at bedtime, lit my lamp and just above my head on the ceiling shines with all its splendor Half Asia and some from Europe, particularly Scandinavia. On the opposite wall was Central Europe and Italian boot fold the contours of my desk.
Madrid was right on the door, and Portugal skatavashe behind her. Lie down there to the right, I could swim across the Atlantic and reached Tsantralna America, North was behind the bed, south – on the floor beside him. Lie there left then, end up in Australia if the window does not invade too much light, but Japan hung like cobwebs in the upper corner of my room.
So I had a night light, which taught me to dream …