Predčasen odhod domov je nekaj krasnega. Ena ura na vlaku mine v miru in tišini lastnega sveta. Ko pa prideš domov, te pričaka bratec, ki ves navdušen vabi na partijo namizne igre, medtem ko vlačiš kovček, kitaro in vse stvari po stopnicah navzgor. Preden prideš v sobo odgovoriš že na ducat vprašanj mame in sestre, ki ti mimogrede ukrade šal ter si ga zavije okrog vratu. Potem sta sestra in bratec že v tvoji sobi in njuno veselje, smeh in kričanje ti dajo občutek, da je okrog tebe vsaj dvajset ljudi. Ko si končno izboriš nekaj trenutkov zase, se iz otroške sobe zasliši prepir tamalih dveh in si rečeš:"Ja, pa sem res doma." Je pa res, da to pogrešam v Ljubljani. Malo otroškosti, malo veselja, malo priložnosti, da postaneš sam spet otrok. Brez ovir, brez čudnih pogledov, brez sramu. In potem se spet najdeš v bratovem svetu, kjer se skupaj z njim spremenim v kavbojca, čarovnika ali v lika iz Vojne zvezd. Lepo je biti doma :).
I went home one day early than ususal. And this is one of the best things in the world. One hour on the train passes in peace, but when you come home everything changes. Your little brother awaits you and invites you to play a board game with him and all that while you're pulling your suitcase up the stairs. Before you come to your room, your mum and little sister ask you dozen of questions, and before you're even aware of it, your sister is holding your scarf in her hands. Then the little ones come to your room, and they start screaming and laughing and it feels like at least twenty people were in your room. And then you say to yourself:"Yes, I truely am home." But I do miss that in Ljubljana. I miss children, laughter, I miss the chances to become a child again. Without boudrins, without weird looks, without shame. And before you enven notice it, you found yourself in your little brother's wonderland, where you become a cowboy, wizard or a Star War's character. It's nice to be home :).
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