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.


The wind of fury was falling upon the world with its ghostly figures. Blood and suffering, turmoil and chaos were flirting with a dazzling wind imitating some unknown and macabre dance. The little girl with a red shirt could not understand what was going on since she could not hear or see or feel anything. She simply anticipated that the world was proceeding with its endless journey towards life. The salamander saw sketches of light which did not match nor make any sense at all. He remained still along the girl’s left hand. The butterfly’s eyes were projecting sculptures of colours through millions of micro-eyes but she failed to grasp what was the meaning of all this thus leaving her with no choice than wondering along in the girl’s hair. The Penguins’ knew too well what was coming; they had seen the humans’ shadows all around with their smell of death and taste of power; they stood up on their fragile legs and surrounded the fragile little girl and took her by their fragile wings and all went away through the gates of fate…


The Penguins, the yellow butterfly and the blue salamander walked around tirelessly, enjoying landscapes they could not understand, appreciating sounds they could not decipher nor identify, absorbing feelings they could not master. At one stage, they met a human child with whom they could not interact with and who was silently waiting for something or someone. They sat next to her and offered her a red raincoat because rain was pouring from a dark sky. She accepted in silence because she could not speak. There was a strange smile on her skinny and damaged face. The Penguins tried to sing a song but they had forgotten the rhyme. The butterfly started to dance but stopped when it became clear she could not see. The salamander wanted to joke about the moon on the horizon but forgot the ending when he realized she could not hear. They remained together for several hours because it was obvious she appreciated to be with them. The world around them was still and its meaning far too complex to comprehend.