The little girl with a red scarf, who could not see, hear or speak, walked down the stairs who linked the surface of the soft sea to a white room. She was followed by startled penguins, a lost cat, a mumbling salamander and a complaining old man. The room was in the shape of a square with seven equal sides and nine equal angles. The room was bright and white only, with eleven different colors, from blue to blue and red to red. The ground was cold but soft and the walls were warm and hard. The little girl touched with her fingers the area around her and felt a sense of relief. She was in a room which she only could understand.
The little girl with a red scarf was walking on the water followed by an improbable cohort composed of a crazy old man, a cat previously referred to as a yellow butterfly, a salamander and few penguins. The liquid was solid on the surface but remained somewhat viscous and slimy immediately underneath. They could feel it although they had not real any chance to test it. They felt uneasy walking in this manner on top of the Austrian Ocean but they did not have a choice or did they? The little girl who could not speak, see or hear anything felt very light and happy, smiling and even whistling awkwardly a tune which made no real sense, this was kind of strange. The penguins were grumbling and tried to fly to avoid touching the solid water with their sensible feet they realized that the sky was also of a solid nature. They could not fly through it. They had no other option than walking aside the smiley little girl. The whole party was walking slowly between a solidified sea and a mollified sky. Suddenly, they saw an opening in the sea which had a shape of a square with a door tainted in white with yellowish nuances…
The water was cold and rising up fast within the little vessel on board of which the little girl, the penguins, the new cat and old butterfly, the old man without a sea and the salamander had taken refuge. None of them was extremely concerned about this phenomenon since they were also acutely aware of the fact that there was no Austrian Ocean and that therefore this episode might not be the clear reflection of the reality in the common sense of the word. However, they were uneasy about the whole course of events and did not like so much the physical tension resulting from toes, legs or paws being immersed in cold water. This contradiction in their inner feelings was somewhat stressful which provoked unexpected reactions such as a cat, formerly referred to as a yellow butterfly, talking about a burnt toaster, or a penguin whistling a composition by John Coltrane. Eventually, the water reached an unbearable level and all had to start swimming but soon enough realized that the water had solidified into a strange, mildly solid and viscous state upon which they could actually stand up and walk. They were mystified but relieved…
The boat on which the little girl with a red sweater, the penguins, a salamander, a butterfly and an old and sad man were packed drifted slowly on the Austrian Ocean not far from Vienna. Whether or not it was heading to Arezzo where Piero della Francesca’s frescoes were on display was a source of intense stress for the salamander. Others were contemplating the water which seemed to disappear in a maelstrom beyond the red horizon. The little girl with red shoes who could not hear, see or feel anything sat still next to the butterfly and both were smiling to an undefined prospect. The penguins and the old and sad man were playing a card game with a profusion of noise, complaints and concerns, a situation which was probably exacerbated by the fact they did not have any cards. At one stage, the salamander noticed that it might not be absolutely in accordance with their own desire that the level of water within the boat seemed to rise up slowly but constantly and that possibly something should be done about it. The butterfly commented that she would be the sole soul unaffected by any drowning situation, a fact she regretted utterly when others noticed with a tainted irony that she was metamorphosing into a cat. None was however reacted tragically to these events since all knew far too well that hope was an undefined and variable concept in their realm which ended where death could not enter.
The little girl with a red sweater, the penguins, a salamander, a butterfly and an old and sad man were packed in a small boat drifting away on the Austrian Ocean on top of what used to be Vienna. The little salamander wanted to get wherever he could admire Piero Della Francesca frescoes while the penguins vaguely remembered that they were in principle aiming at finding where the ice-cap had gone, the butterfly was longing for a cup of tea and the old man did not desire anything but peace which he believed was deeply entrenched at the bottom of this particular Ocean. They could not agree on where to go but had no desire to argue, particularly since they did not understand one another. At one point a penguin noticed that they had no oars nor sails, a fact which was not necessarily a good sign but no one else seemed to register this information. They all watched the sea which was indifferent to their aspirations while the little girl who could not hear, see or feel anything started smiling at the perception of freedom and plenitude which slowly infiltrated her skin and bones.
In a city with no name, the little girl with red shoes, the penguins, the salamander and the butterfly were sitting on a bench next to an old man who asked them quite abruptly who they were and what they wanted. Since they had no desire to reply but wanted to remain somewhat courteous with someone who was perspiring sadness, they said that they loved red tomatoes and were looking for the South Austrian Ocean on top of the Alps. The old man replied that the dishwasher did not like to walk in the park, that the King of Florence was lost to humankind and that a TV set was not a verb. After a minute of silence, all laughed because clearly nothing meant anything anymore, a fact which they were proud of.