Dear Paula and you members here... because I have destroyed the fun for others with my quick answer on Paula's Quiz..... here are some more. Maybe you all can forgive me still once!!! Pleaseeeeeeee!!!! (LOL)

1. What is it: Every day she goes for a walk but she always stays at home!

2. What doesn't have ears, speaks without a mouth, but answers in all languages?

3. What is this: the more you take from it, the bigger it gets and the more you give to it, the smaller it gets!

4. What cannot be lightened in the open air by the sun?

5. What goes through all the countries but doesn't move?

6. What is this: It has a hole and makes a hole and also slip through this hole!

7. It goes up and down day and night and does not move. What's this?

8. What does everyone want to become, but no one wants to be it?

Good luck!

She wakes up in the middle of a flower sea. She wonders where she is. She looks down and is surprised because she never saw this beautiful dress that she is wearing. It is made by white linen, with blood red roses woven into the fabric.

She sits among the flowers. The wind plays with her long, curly red hair, her cheeks are rosy, and her beautiful green eyes wide opened.
While she closes her eyes again, she inhales the scent of fresh air. Birds sing their tune and butterflies dance around the flowers.

She wonders why she isn't afraid and tries to understand what happens. It is impossible, it seems, her brain doesn't want her to think clearly. She feels like dancing and her upper body starts moving as if she is listening to music.

"Yes, my love dance for me," she hears a dark but also warm manly voice.
She feels a kind of excitement, and she is curious to see the man, but she doesn't try to open her eyes. She isn't afraid. She doesn't feel danger, but she feels, she has to keep the eyes closed.

"You are so beautiful within your dress", he whispers into her ears. His lips are close, she feels his breath caresses her neck. "Let me lead you into the world of imagination and love. Please, give me your hand and trust me", he whispers again and she feels a cold shudder running down her spine. She feels how he is covering her eyes with an eye-mask, gives him her hand and follows him.

"Who are you", she asks but he doesn't answer.
He leads her to a room of a house. It smells like exotic fruits and food.
"May I remove the mask?" she asks. "No", he says. "I want you to see me with your soul, with your heart, not with your eyes."
"I will feed you", he says and gives her piece for piece the most delicious food, she ever had eaten in her entire life.

He understands to entertain her very well, he is very smart and he has wit.
She is fascinated by his voice and his manner to set his words.
She loves his music choice, it's playing quietly in the background during dinner.
"Dance with me", he whispers with a rough voice, takes her hand and puts his arm around her. She feels his body close to her body, his movements are soft but manly. She smells his scent and she is wishing this dance never would end.
She lays her head on his shoulder and it feels like heaven.

She doesn't know if she's awake or if she is dreaming but it doesn't matter, she feels comfortable, secure and she is very excited.

"You are my dream", she hears his voice, "may I kiss your lips?" She doesn't answer but she lifts her head, her heart beats very quickly. She wants to feel his kisses. His lips meet her's and it meets her like an electric hit. With weak knees, she leans on his chest. "Where have you been all the past time?", she asks and tears run through the mask over her cheeks.

He kisses away her tears with his lips. "I have been always here", he whispers, "always here".

"Who are you?", she asks again.

"Don't you remember me?", he asks back. "My name is LOVE. I lived inside you for long but then you have forgotten me and I moved out. You have not noticed it but there is another one who never left you.  His name is longing and he's the reason why you are here with me now. It's time to take off the mask now".

She takes off the mask and finds herself still sitting in the midst of the flower-sea.
His voice becomes silent but she still feels his last kiss on her lips like a light breeze of wind.

High under the rainbow, I wanted to be.
Watching him from the crown of a tree.
I climbed up the tree near to the rainbow,
Above me the sky and beneath me a meadow.

To touch the sky once, I wanted to try,
though I should know that the sky is too high.
I stretched my arms as high as I could.
Haha, now I know, this idea had been not so good.

Feeling my slipping, I started to scream.
Hoping it would be just a very bad dream.
The branch beneath me suddenly broke.
At first, I was thinking, "what a terrible joke!"

A joke is just fun, but that wasn't so funny.
I fell from the tree, landed on a very cute bunny.
That I had not hurt it that made me relieved,
and he seemed even not to be so very aggrieved.

I looked up the sky, stared for a while,
and the beautiful rainbow, he seemed to smile.
It was funny to see how I sat there in the grass.
How I sat on the ground, on my poor aching ass.

The night was so spooky within the dark
when she walked alone through a very big park.

She did not know how she came to this place.
Her memory seemed been lost without any trace.

Her frightened heart was so weak and so loud
while the moon above her tried to look through a cloud.

The moon disappeared behind the cloud then again,
Her heart seemed to be caught with a big iron chain.

Then, suddenly, her legs were starting to run
because she had heard the shot of a dangerous gun.

She ran and she ran as fast as she could
but she was not leaving the park, she came to a wood.

The wood was so dense and the path was so narrow.
Then, on a branch of a tree, she saw a black arrow.

The tip of the arrow was holding a beautiful bird
It was a big caught eagle, no noises she heard.

The king of the birds, to see his strong suffer,
made her mouth very silent, there was nothing to utter.

She looked in his eyes, he had not yet died.
He did not complain, his eyes were still full of his pride.

She broke the arrow and the eagle was free.
And he flew with a loud scream to the top of the tree.

The eagle was chasing the darkness away,
while she opened her eyes to welcome a new day.

Who knows what does the dream probably mean?
Tell me if you had ever such a mysterious dream.

A little girl didn't like her hair because her head was full of curls. Every time when her mom combed it, she was crying. "Don't be so squeamish!!!", said her mom then. The girl looked at her mom."I am not squeamish, the comb hurts me, that's all", she said. "Why do I have so many curls, mom?", she asked.

Her mom was a freelancer at a publishing house. She was always busy and in hurry and had not enough time to comb the hair of her daughter carefully enough or even to answer her questions.

The little girl became upset more and more and she was afraid to wake up in the mornings. She developed a strategy to escape from the daily procedure of combing. She pretended to have to go to the bathroom urgently.

She was sitting on the toilet bowl until she heard her mom leaving the house. Despite her young age was she already versed in clairvoyance, at least in terms of her mom's time management. She could predict exactly that her mom never would wait until she would come out of the bathroom.

She left alone with her granny and when her granny asked her to comb her hair, she used a small subterfuge, she told her granny she got combed by her mom. Her granny did not see so well and so she believed the little girl.

With the time became the curls matted and the little girl did not know what to do, she had to solve an almost insurmountable problem: how is it possible to unravel her curls? She used a comb with wide comb teeth but she failed again and again. Thank God, she was a very indefatigable little person and so she didn't throw in the towel. One day she took a scissor while her granny was sitting before the TV.
She went to the bathroom and cut off her hair.

Then she made it wet and how through a miracle she was able to unravel the rest of her curls. From this day on she did comb her hair by herself and she never more felt pain while combing.

Many people still think they are better than others and they enumerate many "reasons".
Just some days ago, a guy asked me if I think that people with black skin are equal as me. I said, "of course, yes, I don't notice any differences" and asked him why he asked me such a nonsense. "You are a moron", he said. First I thought he was joking because I had known him as a good person and we had already many constructive discussions about different topics. I had to recognize, it was his serious opinion that white-skinned people are more intelligent and smarter than black-skinned people. "They are better at running, working ... it means ... to do better physical things...", he said. I started laughing and asked him in which century he is living to mention such nonsense. I know so many white-skinned people which are very stupid and there are many people with dark skin which are geniuses. It s not a question of skin color whether someone is smart or not. Such stupid opinions don't fit in any society. I asked him why he is so proud of his skin color because his skin color isn't his own merit. I told him, "No one can choose his skin color, we have to accept us as we were born. Only weak people or people with a low intellect will tell such a trash."
I argued and struggled for a while with him and I think, I had the better arguments ... but he was stubborn. At the end, he left our discussion very quickly and cowardly because he had to see, he couldn't convince me of this racist crap.

When the world begins to drown
in endless seas of tears.
When only hatred rules the world
and there are only fears.

When no one says a word of love
and hopeless is the mood,
When only warriors have the might
and war will be their brood.

When no one wants to share his bread
no water there to drink,
When no one dries the tears of kids,
and no one wants to think.

To see the world so as I said,
that future we don't need.
Why should we only wait to die
and why our hearts should bleed?

It is now time for waking up
before the world's last day.
We should be brave to fight for life
courage will show the way.

Then we will see the rainbow there,
at the sky so clear and bright,
white doves will fly into the sky
and bring us back the light.

The light of peace, the light of love,
brings back the hope again.
And we should never more forget
how to avoid the pain.

We have to know, a life in peace
will never be for free
we have to fight for happiness
and love will be the key.

One day, I had been on the way to one of my sisters
when I was suddenly stopped by two misters.
The one of them has been very small and so thin
The other was tall but he looked like his twin.

They men wore black suits, white shirts and a tie,
the one of them has been chatty, the other was shy.
They asked me whether I could do them a favor.
And I suddenly had in my mouth a bad flavour.

At the corner stood friends with some boxes of wood,
they looked very kind and their mood has been good.
When we came to the group, they was looking so happy,
they shaked my hands but one of them was a bit snappy.

I gave her a smile but this has not changed her mood,
I ignored it, I was thinking she was not feeling so good.
I was unable to guess what they wanted from me.
They laughed and one of them showed me a ribbon with key.

I was wondering what that key would probably mean
but then I saw there was coming a car, it was green.
The door has been opened and inside of the car
There was sitting my sister, in her hands holding a jar.

Within the jar there was stucking a paper with print,
and that print has given me the important hint.
"Someone, who always forgets the day of his birth
should been called as the greatest fool on the earth."

When I looked at her face and I saw how she did grin,
then I felt how a shiver was running over my skin.
Then I started laughing, it was suddenly clear
that I had forgotten my birthday... like every year.

The dirty and cruel face of war

I never experienced how war is and so I don't know if I have the right to write about the hell of a war. Nevertheless, I will express my opinion about the war.

We see pictures and we can't believe what we see but there are true pictures in the News.
Falling bombs and rockets, shooting men with guns.
People who run ... screaming people ... injured people ... dying and dead people.
Lonely kids who have lost their families have lost their homes and have lost their childhood.

Blood everywhere, body parts on the street, and empty shoes.
Buildings are ruins, there are only mountains of rubble.
People seek in the rubble, they seek spilled people, seek memories, seek useful things under the rubbles.
They try to find someone who is still alive or to find somewhat ... what they can use.
They are digging for pieces of their former life.
They dig with their bare hands, covered with dust. Dust on their clothes, dust in their hair, dust in their faces.

Eyes full of tears, desperate and hopeless. The silent accusation, asking for help.
Silent prayers and the eternal question: WHY??????????????
Thousands of why ... but ... no single answer.

What will become of the children? Will they drive on the road of war?
They grow up with hatred, they grow up with violence, and they grow up without hope for better times. They know death more than life.

What will happen? Only revenge and retribution? Always the question of blame? No forgiveness until eternity?
How long must the people weep and suffer? Men weep for women and women for men, parents for her children, children for her parents....friends for friends?
For neighbors and colleagues and so many nameless dead persons?
Who counts the tears and the screams?

Will be played the song of mankind only on weapons?
Are rockets the drums, are sirens the clarinets, is rifle fire the rhythm and the screams of people the melody? That's a Song of horror. No one will listen to it.

Where are the fiddles, the harps, and the lovely voices of the singers? No blessing and consolation for ear and soul?

Peace and forgiveness are quiet voices but powerful and can fulfill the eternal dream of humanity for peace, freedom, and love.
Deep is the longing of people for peace, they are not opponents or enemies, they want to live together in peace.

Give the people the voice and the politician and the rulers of the religions the ability to listen and to understand, to take responsibility.
They have the power for stopping and avoiding wars.

Once upon lived an old Chinese woman who had two large bowls which she used to carry water. Each day, she would hang them both on the ends of a pole that she carried across the back of her neck.
One of the bowls had a crack while the other was always able to hold the full amount of water.
The old woman went every day to the river to pick up water. At the end of her long walk from the river to her house lost the damaged bowl the half of its water.
The old woman went so for two years to the river but she brought only one and a half bowl full of water to her home.

Of course, the flawless bowl was very proud of her capacity but the arm bowl with the crack was ashamed because of her flaw and she was very sad that she was not able to bring her full capacity.
After two years which seemed to be an endless torture for the bowl, she said to the old woman, "I am ashamed of my crack from which always water runs out when you go to your house."

The old woman smiled, "Didn't you notice that on your side of the path flowers are blossom but not on the other side where the flawless bowl is?" I have sown seed of flowers on your side of the path because I was aware  of your flaw. Now I pour them while we walk home... completely automatically without any effort. For two years I could pick the most beautiful flowers and decorate my table with them. If you were not as you are, this beauty wouldn't exist and wouldn't honor our house", she said.

Everyone of us has his own flaws and mistakes but it are the flaws and jumps which make our life so interesting, worthwhile and worth living.
We should take every person as it is and see the good in it.

Note:  I got this nice story as a whatsapp message from a friend in German language. I translated it with my words to English.

Did you read or watch the News yesterday?

One single painting, painted from Pablo Picasso was sold for 45 million dollars. What should we think about that fact?
I will tell you my opinion:
I don't know who has paid this horrendous sum. It's not the first and also not the most expensive painting what ever had been sold.
I love art but I get very angry when I read such headlines. And much more when private persons had paid so much money for a painting only to own it. No one of them can hang it on a wall of their buildings. It's only parked in a safe and I even don't want to know the high ammount of money what they pay for the insurance.

And what makes me angry about this fact?
Well, one the one hand there are rich people which don't know what they should do with their enormus wealth. On the other hand we see every day in the News, there are people which don't have the simplest basics of life as there are: clean and pure water, every day a meal, a roof over their head, education for children, simplest medical care... just to enumerate a few needs. Kids have to walk for hours to take water from rivers or ponds ... what ever ... mostly is that water not clean.
Women which can not breast-feed their babies because they don't have milk, because they themselves are malnourished. People with thick bellies ... but not because they have eaten too much ... they starve.

Wealth isn't fair distributed in this world. A minority owns more money than the whole rest of people around the world.
 
I could enumerate so many examples how very wealthy people waste their money.
Pets which have a house what is more expensive than houses of normal people,
jewelery for their cats and dogs with real diamonts, hotels for pets, menues cooked by a chef, Water imported from abroad, manicure, pedicure and hairdresser and even expensive clothes. And all of that for their pets. Of course, there are many other things they I can't stand ... but it would take a little eternity to enumerate everything.

I always wonder how these people can reconcile with their own conscience ... or do they have none?

We are human beings and should honor the origin of our name.

What do you think?????????????????

The old man was having lunch after his work at his farm when a car stopped in front of the front door of his farmhouse. He wondered because no one from the village would use the small street because they knew it as an one ways street. Its end is only few metres far from the house. "Maybe a stranger who got lost", thought the old man. He did not pay any further attention. He took a second portion soup from the sauce pan and wanted to continue eating.

A laughter of a child as bright as a bell made the old man to have a look through the window. There was standing a sweet little girl with a young lady while two young men got out of the car. They looked to the house and the old man recognized one of the men. It was the young man who had left the village to study medicine. After his departure he never had seen him again. The woman and the other man he didn't know. Only the little girl reminded him of someone. He did not know so exactly of whom but he felt strange feelings in his heart. It was a mix between pain and happyness and he was unable to understand and arrange this different feelings.

"Who tries bothering my lunch time", he said angrily to himself when he noticed they came to the front door. The door bell stopped his thoughts. He opened and looked at the persons in fron of him. The young man from the village smiled and said, "Oh, I am sorry, I know I should have informed you about our comming. Please, excuse me but it should be a surprise for you.

" The old man looked at him and said, " A surprise? Well, that's really a surprise to see you again. But if you want to give me back my books, I do not need them anymore. I told you already you can keep them. And it's really not a reason to disturb my lunch time", said the old man when he noticed the books in the young man's hands.

"Oh no, no, no", said the young man and smiled. "May I introduce you to these people here? This lady is Professor Doctor Brown, her husband Frank and her little daughter Mary". The little girl smiled at the old man and his face became more friendly. He gave them a hand to greet them. He rememberd his good manners and let them in, told them to take a seat and offered them a cool glass of lemonade.

Mary, the little girl looked around, gazed with big eyes at the big book shelf and said, "Ohhhh, how many books you have! Are you a writer? Do you have also children books? May I see one of them? Do you see Mommy? Ohhhh ...really ... I never have seen such a huge book shelf"......

Mary didn't stop babbling. Her mother smiled embarrassed and blushing. "Calm down, calm down, Mary", said Caroline, "Don't babble too much and don't annoy Mister Forsite". "Madam, please, don't say so", said the old man. Then he told Mary to look for children books on the first shelf at the bottom.

Mary ran towards the book shelf, saw the books for children and took the first best. The adults sat around the table and smiled. Mary came back and showed her mother the book. "Darling, that is not a book", said Caroline, "that is a photo album". Caroline looked at the old man and saw how his face became pale and his mouth trembled. He took the album, laid it on the table, opened it with shivering fingers and starred at the photos.

The little girl looked at the old man and then at the photos and asked, " Why, do you have photos on which I am? It's just, I don't know the dresses which I am wearing on the photos. How can it be?". The old man looked at the phtos and then at the girl. Suddenly he moaned loudly, looked again at the girl and the photos and said with weak voice, "You are right, you look like her but it isn't you who is on the photos".

"And who is she then?" asked the girl. The old man wiped a tear from his cheek and said, "She was my little daughter. I lost her a long time ago when she was in your age".

Caroline could no longer hold back her tears. "You have not lost your daughter. She could not find you. She tried it again and again but she wasn't successful. After she had heard the cruel truth, she tried to find you. She knows now the whole truth about her real dad, and the betrayal on him. She knows now how her mom and her lover cheated you and how they destroyed your reputation."

Caroline made a short break and then she said, " Dad, I know now everything". She took his hands in hers, looked in his surprised eyes and said, "Yes dad, it's me, Caroline, I am your daughter".

The old man leaned back in his armchair. Tears ran over his cheeks. "Caroline, Caroline, Caroline", the old man repeated again and again Caroline's name. "What about your mother and your stepvather?", he asked. "Both passed away", she said and she continued, " Mom told me the truth one year before her death. She died on cancer. I did not forgive her and I was not at her funeral." Caroline took a deep breath and said, "Dad, you have not only a daugher, you have also a son-in law and a granddaughter".

The old man couldn't grasp his happyness, hugged his daughter and her family again and again. They spoke about their life stories until late at night. Caroline and the young man from the village had to tell again and again the story how the young man had noticed the discussion between the both students and how he had combined the interrelationship between Caroline Black and her father professor Charles Forsite. It was too late to return home and so they decided to stay in the farmhouse over night.

The old man did not fall asleep for hours. He was happy and sad at the same time. Happy because of had been found by his daughter. Sad because he regreted the lost time. The young man was happy, too. He promised to the old man and his family to keep in touch.

------------THE END ------------------

Professor Caroline Black just had finished one of her lectures when the young man entered the lecture hall. She looked at him and said, "I am sorry but the lecture is completed for today. Are you a new student? I never have seen you in my lectures." "No, professor Black, I am not one of your students. I am here in a very private matter or mission, however you want to call it", said the young man.

Carolin Black looked up. She was very surprised and said a little annoyed, "I am sorry but I have to hurry up. I want to pick up my little daughter from nursery school. I really can not imagine what private affair you want to discuss with me", she said.
"Oh, I am sorry, if you don't have time right now, please phone me up and tell me when and where we can talk. If you listen to me, I am sure you will understand the importance of my information", said the young man, gave her a piece of paper with his mobile number and left the lecture hall.

Caroline put that piece of paper into her coat pocket, took her briefecase and left the lecture hall. She knew her daughter was waiting for her. Caroline's husband was on a business trip. She expected his return in the evening for dinner.

In the evening after dinner with her family, Caroline had washed up the dishes, she remembered the young man. She told her husband about her encounter with him and wondered what the young man would tell her. Her husband laughed and joked the young man would be one of her admirers. She showed her man that piece of paper with the mobile number and asked him if she should call him. "Why not", said her hubby. "If you want to know what he wants to tell you, you have to meet him."
Caroline took her mobile and phoned up the number. She arranged an appointment  with the young man for the next afternoon at a cafe next to the university.  

The young man was relieved after Caroline's call. He put the book with professor Charles Forsite's photo in his briefcase because he would need it for the meeting with professor Carolin Black. Then he went to bed, in anticipation of the next day.

The next day had come and the young man sat in the cafe, waiting for professor Caroline Black. He was a little nervous when she came in. He didn't know how to start the conversation, so he asked if she would like him to order a drink for her. She told him she would like just a cup of coffee. He ordered a cup of coffee for Caroline and a coke for himself. Then he looked at her, took the book out of his briefcase and put it on the table.
"What important information do you have for me?" asked Caroline. "I really don't have any idea what kind of informations do you have for me", she added.

The young man opened the book, and showed her that picture inside of the book cover. "Do you know this man?" he asked her. "Yes, that's Professor Charles Forsite", she said. "I know", said the young man. "I noticed recently a talk between students while they had been talking about you and Professor Forsite. They said you were professor Forsite's daughter. Is that true?"

"I think that shouldn't be your business. Since when are medical students gossip reporter?", said Caroline angrily, stood up and wanted to leave. "Oh no, stay please", said the young man. "It's not because I am curious. It's just that one of the students told me, you are seeking already for a very long time for professor Forsite. Maybe I can help you. Please stay and take a seat again."

"How you could help me?" said Caroline and looked at him. "Is this man your father?" asked the young man again. "I must know it before I can tell you more."  "Yes, he is my father and yes it's true, I am seeking for him but it seems he disappeared."

The young man took a deep breath and said, "He is not disappeared, he lives in a very small village. This book in front of you is one of his books. He was giving me some of his books when I left my vilage for my studies." Caroline became pale, her eyes full of tears and she said with rough voice: "So he still lives! Thanks god! You know him personally, please tell me more about him." "Yes he is still alive", answered the young man, "but he isn't a doctor and surgeon anymore. He owns a small farm, works as a farmer and lives alone with his pets and animals." 

The young had tried to answer on all her uncountable questions about her father as good as he could until late in the eving before he and Caroline left the cafe.

                                     ----- to be continued -----

Four years later:  

Nothing important had changed in the small village and the old man still lived outside of the village and worked at his farm. He was still alone but the kids were no longer afraid of him. They sometimes came to his house to play with the shaggy dog or to drink his very delicious homemade lemonade. When the boys asked him if he needed any help, he always said “no”. Despite his age, he was still a strong man.

The boy who had borrowed the books from the old man became a young man and left the village. He was the best in his class when he finished the high school. After he had passed the complicated entrance examination to join the medical school, he lived at the campus of the university in the main city of his area.
Before he left, he had asked the old man if he would give him some of his books for his study. The old man knew how expensive medical books were and he told the boy to take as many books as he wanted.

One day at the university, the young man noticed two students talking about one of the female professors. Her name was Caroline Black. The students talked about the case that had been happened many years before at the university hospital. Unfortunately, he was late to join the conversation.  So, he later asked his roommate what they had talked about because the guy had been one of the students talking about the professor.
"That's a hard thing", said the roommate. "Someone has heard her father was a very famous and popular professor and surgeon. Rumors say, one day after he had operated a patient, the patient died. One of his assisting surgeons accused him of having made a mistake. During a thorough inquiry professor Charles Forsite proved his innocence. It was in vain because the commission of inquiry believed the other doctor. The assisting surgeon said the professor had been using an unsterile scalpel during the surgery. Although no one had witnessed it and couldn't judge the professor, his reputation was destroyed.

The professor left the hospital, the university and even the city after his wife had left him with their daughter. His wife told him, he wouldn't see his daughter ever again in his life. People say, no one has seen him ever since. Some people say he committed suicide, others say he left the country but nobody has known it exactly, as yet.  But, as a matter of fact is, after the professor had disappeared, his wife married to the doctor who had blamed the professor." The roommate stopped talking.

"And then?" asked the young man from the village. "The professor’s ex-wife lived with the doctor and the professor's daughter lived with them, too. She did not remember her real father because she had been too young at that time. She studied medicine after she had finished the high school. When she began working her job as a professor here, at this university, nobody supposed the connection between her and the professor because her name wasn't Forsite."

"That's very strange," said the young man. "But how did it come out that professor Black is a daughter of professor Forsite?"

"If people are right, it was on the day when she got her Ph.D. Her mom came to join the ceremony. The man professor Black always believed to be her father, had been dead for two years.
Her mom told her the whole bad and unbelievably sad story. She not only told about the paternity but also confessed to her guilt. It had been a conspiracy. She and the doctor wanted to get rid of professor Forsite. The daughter was shocked and told her mother to leave. "Mom, I need some time to decide whether I can forgive you." she said. Later she told her mother she didn't want to see her anymore. Her mom died of cancer only one month later.
Professor Black started searching for her father. But it has been without success until now. That's all I heard about this case." The roommate finished his speech.

“It is not a piece of cake! Unbelievable!" said the young man. But he said nothing about his suspicions, he had already made a decision.

                                     ----- to be continued -----

The kids had gone and the old man took a cup of coffee from the coffee pot on the stove, filled a glas with lemonade for the boy and took a seat on his old armchair opposite the boy. Between both stood only an old wooden table. On the table lay some journals, some medical journals and some about gardening and farming.

The boy took a sip of lemonade, looked at the old man and said: "I have seen a shelf with so many medical books and also there are many of them also here on your table. I also noticed how you immediately had known what to do with our friend after you had pulled him out from the pond. Have you been a doctor?"

The old man looked a little confused at the boy.  His eyes became dark and he got a deep wrink over his eye brows, his mouth twitched and his gaze became hard.

"Oh, I am sorry, it seems as if I had hurt you", the boy said "but it isn't curiousity why I ask you. I'm thinking about to study medicine and to become a doctor. I'm interested in reading. I have seen your many books and I asked myself if you can lend me some of them. I promise you to be careful. Please, will you think about my asking?"

"So, do you want to be a doctor? Hahaha, what a silly idea!" the old man said sarcastically.  "So, a doctor!" he repeated and he laughed again "Hahaha!" The cold glance of his eyes was hard and his thoughts  seemed to be far away. The boy didn't try to say anything. "Why do you want to become a doctor.... hey?" the old man asked with expressionless voice.  "To help people. What is wrong with it? I always wanted to become a doctor."  the boy answered. " I don't understand you. Why are you laughing?"

The old man's glance came back as if he had been far far away. His cheeks twitched and his hands looked for stop at the small wooden table. With a loud sigh he fell  back on his armchair and looked through the boy as if he were made by glass.
But then he had under control himself again. " I am sorry", he said to the boy. "Of course, take from the shelf the books you want. But please, treat them carefully, the most of them have been very expensive. Take them and go now. I am very tired. You can bring them back if you don't need them anymore. Take your time, I don't have any uses for them anymore."

The boy didn't try to ask more, picked three books out from the shelf and wanted show them the old man. But he had his eyes closed and the deep breathings showed the boy, the old man was asleep. He took the books, closed quietly the door behind himself and went home.

The young boy was still impressed about the old man when he came home and his parents were surprised how serious their son looked like. He told about the accident at the lake but his parents knew it already. The news had quickly spread around the village and his parents were very proud of their son because he had been one of the boys which had saved the little boy. They also knew the little boy was fine and he was already back home. So they avoided to rant at him though they had been very angry about the kids. How often they told them to avoid bathing in the dangerous lake!

The boy was relieved and after dinner he went to his room to have a look into the books. He opened the first book and saw a dedication from a  famous American medical university. The dedication was written for a man with the name Charles Forsite.
It was a gift of his students after their graduation at the university.
But the other books surprised the boy much more after he noticed the author. It was  Doctor Charles Forsite and when he saw the image of this man on the inside of the book cover, he recognized the old man. He was  young on that image but he was that man.

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Upon a time lived an old man near to a little village and everyone of the local peopleo had heard about him but nobody has known him so really. He lived outside of the village in an old farm house. The house was very old but it was surrounded by a beautiful flower garden.

He always had gone very rarely to the small village. Only if he needed buying some things from the little store, he went shopping. He didn't need so much because he planted potaoes, vegetables at a little farmland. He owned also some chickens, two cows, some goats and sheps, two horses and other animals and pets.

The kids from the village were always afraid of coming too close to the old man's house because there lived also a big shaggy dog. He never barked but he looked very dangerous.

Nobody in the village knew the age of the old man and nobody had known about the sad story of his life.  He never showed his emotions ... what means his facial expression was always the same, his eyes were blank, his skin pale, his hair white and his hands bore witness to hard work.
He never looked at anyone when he came to the village for shopping. No one had ever heard his voice except the owner of th small store. The old man always had left  as fast as he appeared again. Nobody had ever asked him how he is and if he needed help ... perhaps.  It seemed that everyone, the old man and also the people of the village, had been satisfied with this situation of silent coexistence.

One day, it was a beautiful summer day with clear air, singing birds and without any clouds at the sky, as the old man had lay inside the house on his sofa  taking a nap after hard working. It was after lunch. The dog lay outside of the house in the shadow of an apple tree. Nothing disturbed the noonday silence.

There was a large pond near to the farm or better we should say it was a small lake. Bathing and swimming wasn't allowed because around the lake was a dense reed belt and that was very dangerous  particulare for kids.

But as everywhere, kids never care when their parents are absent.
There is a small gap, free of reeds but there is just a small stripe with flat water. Just some stepsuntil the steep precipice. As often in the past,  the nice weather had lured out some kids to meet each other at the lake. First they played on the beach... but then as if they had had a silent agreement, they run all together with loud shouting into the water. Oh how refreshing it was!

Suddenly they approached the abyss. One of the elder kids told the younger to be careful and to go backwards but it was too late. One of the youngest boys slipped and went immediately down . Two of the oldest kids were able to dive and they catched the little boy before he totally disappeared. But there has not been any signs of life anymore and the both boys were too weak to pull him out of the water. A very dangerous and desperate situation for the kids.

Suddenly appeared the old man. A few of the kids had forgotten their fear, were running to the old  house and asked him for help. He took first the little boy and pulled him out. The older were able to help themselves. The old man was very routined in first aid , the little boy opened his eyes, he coughed and spat out much water. He was still very weak when he was brought  to the old farm house ... acompanied by the kids.

The kids were surprised because the house was inside very clean and tidy. There were many family photos on the walls  and in high shelves tons of books. They kids were standing with wide open mouths in the middle of a big sitting room with soft carpets under their feet. Suddenly the house wasn't so creepy anymore. The old phoned the doctor and the ambulance arrived soon. Also the parents of the little boy had heard about the accident and arrived to accompany her son to the hospital.

The old man gave the kids lemonade and told them to go home.

He felt tired but one of the elder boys wanted to stay. He asked the old man for his permission to stay and to ask him something. First the old man refused but then he allowed the young boy stay.

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There is a single red rose, not more young and fresh but its petals are still dark red like blood. You can already see how fall is starting to wither the petals. A man is passing the rose, he's stopping his step in front of the rose.. He's charmed by its beauty and he's enjoying the scent. There are so many fresh roses around the old rose but he isn't noticing it, he is seeing only this bloodred rose and he wants to possess only this rose, that is it what he wants. The blood-red rose is feeling flattered, it's giving up protection of its thorns and allows itselfes being touched by him ... in belief in his words ... to be the only magical for him. The last drops dew are the tears of summer and are decorating the petals like pearls so nice. The man can't help breaking the rose. He's inhaling the scent and his breath is drying the pearls of the summer. The petals are bursting to dust and the man is going away ... with the dust of the leaves on his shoes. He isn't looking back and he isn't hearing her complaining ... she is asking him to take one of its petals in his pocket to remember her. The quiet crying of the blood-red rose is blowing in the wind.

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The prince and the fairy

He is looking forward to meeting her again. He's wearing a green suit with a white shirt under the jacket. The top button of his shirt is open, and he doesn't wear a tie.
He's excited and can't wait to see her.
For a year he hasn't seen her, and his longing is strong. His brown eyes are flickering He is feeling goosebumps all over his body.

Just once a year, and only for one night, he can see and touch her.

She is waiting too, and she is wearing a yellow dress with beautifully colored flowers. Colorful ribbons decorate her hair, and her curls look like caffè latte with a tint of red.
If you were able to see her, you would see her rosy cheeks and her lips, red like strawberries.
She smells like green grass and flowers, and her beautiful magic green eyes are glowing.

Time has finally come. She is running to the place of her date. She sees her beloved prince by far. He is waiting for her. His smile has always seduced her.
It's a smile of half happiness and half sadness.
She is hurrying, and her heart is beating loudly. Her hands are shivering, and her legs are weak.
She knows if she is late- He will disappear, and she will have to wait for one more year to see him again.

She isn't late and sees that he is opening his arms to welcome her. She is feeling secure with his arms around her. She is feeling the kisses, the hot breath on her skin.
His masculine body is keeping her close. They are relishing every single moment!

But soon she is feeling his body move away from hers. She is looking at his face and sees the tears in his eyes.

"Oh, my love, please stay with me," she whispers in his ear.
"I want to, my love, I want," he answers with a weak voice. "There is no one else whom I desire as much as I desire you."

His voice is hard to understand, his body is changing, and he looks like a picture of shadows and clouds. Only his face in the center remains the same.
As so as his body disappears, her body is shining brighter.

They are still holding their hands, but he is only a shadow now.
She hears his voice:

"Farewell, my love .... farewell, ......... see you again next year my fairy APRIL......."
"Oh, my Prince MARCH, I will be waiting for you," she is whispering, and tears are running over her cheeks. "See you next year .... see you next year."

He is turning into a beautiful rainbow.

If I was an inventor, I would invent a magic fragrance. Astronauts would take a bottle of this fragrance into the outer space and they would inject it into our atmosphere. Of course, the fragrance wouldn't be dangerous for the atmosphere.

The magic of the fragrance is very simple.
 
It needs only one single injection and everythings changes.

The effect of the fragrance:

People speak one common language, no one knows what war is, no hunger, no thirst. But the earth will not be a land of milk and honey. Everyone has to take part.
Everyone knows he has to work for his prosperity. Education is duty and right at the same time. No violence against women or kids (and of course also not against men).
Everyone cares for environment and don't accept pollution.

I know it's just a dream and it sounds like pradise... almost impossible.
But ... let us dream!