Anatomy of Memory and States of Being – Lili’s Diary
Autumn: The Encounter Between the Child Lili and the Lili of Today
Once upon a time, on an autumn
afternoon at the end of the garden, where the fallen leaves already
reached the knee, there crouched a little girl, Lili. She curls up
like a chestnut in its spiky shell, shuts her eyes tight and rattles
off a murmur, the spell that makes the grown-ups vanish, the shouting
fade, the house become a house again.
I kneel beside her.
The leaves crunch, and so do my knees. I say nothing, I just stay.
Then I reach out and grab a handful of leaves, so she can feel that
someone is here. Her hair smells of smoke, her coat sleeves are too
short, her palm is as cold as autumn water.
I pull her
close. At first she stiffens, then suddenly goes soft, like someone
who has waited a long time for this. She presses her forehead to my
neck, where the skin is thinnest. Somewhere in the neighbour’s
garden a fire is burning, the smoke is sweet, and the last ray of the
day runs across the rusty trees.
“You don’t need the
spell anymore,” I whisper.
She opens her eyes. For a
moment she just looks, then bursts out laughing. Well yes, here comes
the silly woman who would save the world with a handful of leaves. I
let her laugh.
György Németh (PharmD)
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