THE ORANGE of ORANGE COLOR - Anastasia Kalantzi - Bog

She saw a dream... She was in an orange car. With dad and mom. Around them, there were sounds of music. You could call it purple... With all sorts of red and yellow fairy tales in her, she cried pouring tears of joy that ran down her cheeks. When she wiped away her cheeks with the tips of her fingers... those ones turned orange. -Where are we going to? She asked her mother.-But, my sweetheart, to make the orange trip that you've always wanted so much! The road they were following joined the Orange State of the Moon with the Purple Night. The road was really made of a silk fabric and embroidered by a bird-tailor who just escaped many years ago through the hands of the seamstress of the Palace... Oh, that's true! It was a rather confused dream for her! She didn't understand it very well anyway. Quite on the contrary, it was particularly herself that the grown-ups didn't understand at all, as usual. Everyone considered her great love for the orange colour as a great strangeness. It was called such as m a n i a. Since the time she was a too small baby, her mom was telling her about, she had grabbed a small orange rattle in her little hands and couldn't be without it all day long. She wasn't wearing anything that wasn't in an orange colour. She didn't eat also anything that had a whole other colour. Until her parents were aware of all this, she fought hard for that. She knows very well that she was going to drive them almost crazy about that issue. Though, despite everything, she couldn't do differently! Walking slowly into the dark, silent house, she went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked carefully in its shelves and drawers: she took a carrot, filled a glass of orange juice and went out to the balcony. An orange half-moon was bending softly towards the bottom of the horizon... Tomorrow morning, they would all go on a journey. Their suitcases waited patiently down in the corridor for the dawn to rise. Her own suitcase was orange... but what else then?! Until now, she had never travelled again by plane! It was the very first time that she was going out of the country! They were going to fly to Spain - her dad had already shown her its geographical point onto the global map and told her also lots of wonderful stories for poets, writers, great painters and brave bullfighters - the famous toreros. They were going to rent a car (and most of all, it was she the one who chose it on the Internet-shop, and it was really an astonishing, brilliant orange Volkswagen) and would go to magical cities, as mom also said. And of course, they intended to go through Portugal - although she still insists on calling it ''Portokalos-Orange''.But, moreover, she also thought that the famous poet going by the name of Lorca, being so much loved and admired by her mother and who had indeed the most beautiful look she had ever seen, should be a resident of the ''Portokalos-Orange'' country. Besides, who else could ever write such a beautiful song for an orange tree? "Below the orange tree, she's washing her cotton dresses She has green eyes and a purple voice" ♫♪ But, why did mom's face, ordinarily cheerful and welcoming, get darker every time she listened to that song? Why did dad grab her hands? Marianna drank her last sip, took another look at the moon and went to sleep... "I'm going on a plane, And look at the world from there, from the top of the world..." ♫♪From the first moment that Marianna was found herself on the plane, she couldn't satisfy at all her enormous enthusiasm to look all around her and finally ask to know all about she always wanted to understand. From the moment they started to take off, the Earth was getting smaller and smaller in front of her eyes. Let's see together then that marvellous, dreamy country that Marianna had always in her heart... it might look like that one in our own dreams too!