Antoine had made a long way coming from a hot country until he arrived one day in Scotland. He came from the sky, flying in a plane, he made a stop on a green spot called Edinburhg. Fast he realised that he had found his dream of a fairytale town with the castle insight and lots of hills around. Even the people looked diferent to him than in his own world he thought that some of the citizens looked like pixies and being like he was he liked that.
During his traveling he did hadve only one material think that was realy important to him and that was a colourfull blanket that was made out of a very precios wool that he got one day somewhere, I don`t remember anymore where but I am shure he told me. I liked the idea of him and his blanket because the blanket would hold him warm in diferent places of his adventure journey. When he arrived in Garvald he must have been twentysix or twentyseven…I remember his special look like someone who comes from a fairy. He looked a bit like a traveler but a nice one and he had a very mystirios aura even if he didn`t try to have it. I felt straight away that he was himself and their was nothing that was played or that he pretendet to be he was calm and real.
And I liked that, I liked him. Being in Garvald ment that their where just a certain group of people and that that where the only contacts that you could get so far, I was luky that I found straight away a few very interesting woman with wich I became friends, they where very important to me and I spend hours talking to them about live and dreams. But when Antoine arrived I recordniced that in all this months I had been missing a male friend, a man who shows me the world in another way then a womaneye can cupture it.
I remember the night when Antoine visited me the first time in my room, I just had stopped studing and I was a bit tired. But I made a fire in my fireplace and we sit together for hours. He looked around my room trying to find out who I was or what was maybe important for me. He watched my pictures, he realised ma knitting wool and he sad somethink about the guitare and even the books.
I enjoyd listening to his diferent storys about people he had mat on his way around the whole world.He told me how he got ones this feeling that pushed him to go away, to leave home, parents, sister grandmother, grandfather and friends to go and find himself discovering the world. I liked that, I could find myself in what he was speaking about and I felt a very big link to this guy who had just arrived but made me feel so much like we would have the same home. I meen the home that everybody carys insight and that is not depending from where we are, because it is allways with us. Insight of us and makes us feel good and save even when the outsideworld looks dangerous and hopeless. Maybe I meen a diferent world that “dreamers” criate so that they can feel more happy or just more playfull then the real world looks
The following weeks we did thinks together, we went for a walk and he would make my phantasie fly, he would allways kidel me with the way he made the stones become alive and let the grass transform itself in little gnoms. He was allways very pacient with me I had the impresion that he was observing me, he was calling me without words and sometimes I felt iritated. I liked him, I loved him around me and I felt a very big conection. This conection was touching me above my tomi, it was not a sexual atraction, it was not the soul, it was a link under my bres, maybe from my chest to him and we tryed to enjoy time together and live in this days, be friends and children for that time that we where somewhere inbetween the lowlands of Scotland. Enjoying all the beauty of the country part.
Antoine had a very deep soul, he was a very warm and sensitive personality but his heart seemed fragil to me, maybe it was me who was fragil at that time and it was myself which I saw could see in him. Sometimes I found it dificult to be with him even if I enjoyed it so much I tryed to give us space for dreaming and to let space for my own time for me and my other friends.
After a while we would meet les but we would cry together about the same movies and we would laugh together about the silly comic of live. Thinking back what we most had in comun was the melancolie. We loved as well to be sad and to accept that live is as well made to be sad sometimes if it feels right. We weren`t afraid to be sad infront of each other, I cryed so many times infront of him and he would allways find a way how to make me laugh again and make me feel free. One day he knocked on my door when I was crying because I had seen a sad movie and he came in and stood for ten minutes in my room. He watched me and I could see the spark in his eyes trying to find a posibility to make me laugh again. I showed him somethink I was knitting but wasn`t working out the way I wished it to be and I cryed about that as well because I was in the crying mood and he didn`t mind. But that was his chance..he showed me straight away a million of options what I could do with my broken knitting thing and he made me laugh in my sadness. I watched him with this half sock half boxing shoe in his hands. Trying to show me how youthfull a little bag of wool could be and when he saw a my smile he yust left and gave me time to realise how stupid I sometimes am.
Antoine came to me like a present, he showed me that the world is full of sweet people, of special people who don`t have to run with the time or the rythm of society. He made me feel a children and in his presenz I was aloud to be a children I was aloud to run with the wind and to speak with the snow, I was how old I ever was I think it was twenty nine but I felt like nine, I felt like a little child and I was so happy to be a child again. Not to be afraid about the future not to need to explain why I cry, I loved to be childich with him, not anymore alone. I had a friend I had Antoine and he brought me the sun, the sunset and the stars and he hold them all in his hands and he gave them to me and to everybody who would be able to aprechied his gift.
It was a magic time in this country, away from home, it was winter. Outside was the snow and we where moving around the house a very big, old and rich scotish farmers house. We where guesing where the white lady might be and what we could do to askape from her power. We cooked together and ate to diferent times, we played music and watched the fire in the fireplace and I guess we enjoyd the time that we had. My heart was with someone else I was still in love, in pain.. what ever I can`t even tell!
But we where together, we where friends and I am so happy and glad for everythink we had. And when the sun goes down I think about my friend sometimes and about hist storys and I try to sing, sometimes I sing Mr jones..that was a song he showed me after the only time that I was ever upset with him.
