I opened the desk drawer and saw that it contained a large brown box. The box of brown cardboard had made himself, and actually, I read: "Top" and "cut to open the gummed tape slots and lifting." And: "Open with care!"
I followed the arrangement, but noticed that someone had to have already opened the slot. And then I saw something blue, round, self-made from tissue paper. Astonished, I examined the crackling Inne obvious: It had the shape of a large, stalked leaf. The blue sheet that was brought up with tissue paper to a Peddigrohrrahmen, was a flower, probably a rose stuck with different colored tissue paper, and they had two diamond-shaped silk sheets as stem and in the middle of the Rosenstiel stuck a round tissue paper point that is a very, very package including fine line held.
The whole thing was carefully with small, old-fashioned tape strips on a board attached to another stable. On this card was written:
"Rosie-dragon"
"Flight Ready"
"Simply connect the tail"
About the word "Rosie" was painted a rose that looked similar to the silk flower, only smaller.
In addition to the dragon was an envelope. I opened it. The letter began with a ummalten big "R". The first line of the initial was painted as a long-stemmed roses, green and red. "My dear Rosie" stood in huge letters. "'Better late than never', they say, but this is, I think, ridiculous! CHRISTMAS" re-twined around the capital letters roses.
"I have a feeling that you, as the last time you were in school, I've wondered if I had a dragon, and I gave you a pretty broken - but I can not say for sure the best of intentions. I seem to remember, however, that you had the idea to leave your children with a rise to haben.Nun a bit of fun, here is the fun-dragon! "
The writing looked very tidy, almost fussy, but also "written" as if by someone who writes a lot. She had but little "stress marks" between the words - they could belong to someone who is a bit tired or resigned, or even a little weak, is writing this letter so somehow, almost with his last or penultimate forces.
I read further: "We expected to Peters class a dragon craft and climbing Lassen course - the whole operation was to be filmed - and this seemed like a good opportunity to take these items to you as well for the production line - which, Instructions' consists of a miniature version of plaques, which were made to work with the class. With a good wind, the kite, a hundred percent success, he has been tested to fit to fly at an altitude of 300 meters! For safety, I am sending you a 30-meter-long cord - everything goes what about your risk! "
Then there was again a rose ornament, and I continued to read:
"With particular pleasure I send you the Duke CD. It is one that I own for years, and when it was recently reissued, I thought I'd get you a must - I remember you said you liked Ellington. Sometimes I think that early pieces like this, nowadays tend to be forgotten - but what a great power, they reveal that this band had been right from the start. (Aproposito beginnings:. I was three years old when the earliest of these recordings were made I can not say once that they were made before my time), despite the somewhat earthy flavor, which they obtained by their age, their sheer energy their ingenuity and the power contained in them amazing, at least for me. The most unusual piece, Creole Rhapsody, which has a kind of hybrid, tentative character who does not succeed so completely - but obviously it is a precursor of longer, more elaborate pieces in the future.
As for the rest, whether fast or slow, the band plays as sexually pent-up lunatics who were released after a month of abstinence! One of my favorite pieces is "Haunted Nights" with its lament at the beginning, the melancholy chant, to which a guitar solo follows (no power, even that is refreshing), and then comes one of my favorite moments in the entire jazz, whether new or old, where The growling trumpet solo with a magic key change against a background of saxophones sighing quietly begins. Unmistakable Duke-ish!
What to do with, Hot Feet ',' Ring the Bells', etc. needs to do, she is screaming with Cootie Williams - think the people are, you're crazy - but it's very liberating! But I should not get into it, otherwise you think I was crazy. I just hope that the pieces you enjoy as much as I can - maybe you remember the letter (a long time ago, it seems to me now), in which I said that I would like to share things with you - that's why Also this particular music.
In L. Love "
The letter concluded with a letter again from ornaments, where "love" and "L ......." met.
I looked at the exact contents of the box. The delicate flowers dragon had already prepared a dragon's tail made of finely cut, bundled colorful Seidenpapierstreifchen. He had to bind only to the fuselage. Everything seemed ready to fly. Among the top board were more pre-cut tissue paper and fine cord to other kites in different colors together and let fly.
The flower was showing signs of age: a diamond-shaped leaf had already fallen - the glue was definitely have been easier paper glue, perhaps even self-made. Dust mites were added in some places the box and began to transform him into a fine flour. The colors of tissue paper seemed to have been a little stronger in recent years.
Carefully, I pushed everything back in its place, laid carefully over the boards and put everything back in the desk drawer. I left everything intact, just as I had found a decade ago: In a similar drawer. The flower dragon could probably still fly, despite his age, but I did not have permission to try this because I had indeed found only by chance - in a rented house, which has been converted yet by the new owners, but with a few remaining was the previous owner fitted furniture, even the first left and rented.
The house was too big for me, because the one who actually did was to come, never. Since then I have the flowers hang in the box as a kind of relic, which I adore, almost shyly, accompanied on all parades. Once a year I check whether the character is made out of tissue paper still in place and pondering over such serious issues as to why this dragon has not given me, along with the music and a children's book that was mentioned in the PS of L's letter. Because I love handmade objects and despise expensive Purchased and collect music and special children's books.
The unfortunate L. must have sensed his futility, because his writing was so easy and dragging in another postscript, he said. "If you all this is too much, then maybe you can hang the Th 's give children"
Rosie, however, has done nothing of it. And so I am once a year in mourning about the fact that I know the unfortunate L. could not (ask him if I could perhaps climb let the dragon), and the flowers hang from tissue paper and all the others already prepared so will never fly and the fact that I had been given no one a homemade kite.
