… ahead …

… the hole …

… Ridley Scoot …

I think I did that during a long time because his voice surprised me: “Just, you know, I will not push you. You jump or take the path.”

So… I jump.

Again.

I’m falling.

I’m falling.

I’m falling.

I am still completely in the darkness.

I’m a bit scared.

And if will I always be falling?

Like, through nothing.

But no.

When I can feel the ground under my feet, I’m a bit disoriented.

There are people.

I feel there are a lot of people but I can’t discern who they are.

I think I do know them but…

I don’t know.

After a while, among the crowd, I can see…

Ridley Scott!

He didn’t lie to me.

I try to wave him but he can’t see me.

He is too far.

Never mind…

Maybe later.

I can feel the ground under my feet.

I mean, really.

And I realise I have no shoes.

I look at me and… 

I have no shoes and…

I have a dress but this is very dirty and in tatters.

I understand why Ridley Scott didn’t want to stay with me.

I am dirty, I am ugly, my dress is unlike anything, I do not even have any shoes and I am short…

Oh. And I am short.

Very short.

I realise people around me are very tall.

And also, I realise we are not… underground.

There are some covered areas but I can breathe like outside.

This place is both bright and dark, both quiet and busy.

I don’t know.

I try to clearly discern where I am, what it is, who people are.

I don’t understand very much why I am here and these people are too tall for me.

They can’t see me so…

I am staying still.

I am waiting for…

I don’t know.

I’m watching… 

Suddenly!

A group of people appears among the crowd.

And… They are short – I mean, like me.

So I think I could talk to them but I can hear them.

They are moaning, complaining.

“It’s too hard.”

“I’m too tired.”

“It’s too hard.”

I don’t know why but I’m mad at them.

They are dragging their feet, they are complaining, moaning, they are totally spineless, lazy and slow and they make me sad to look at. 

I want to scream because they have nice clothes, they look clean and they have shoes and…

What is it too hard?

They are more than one and… 

They are not alone.

I would like to say them that but…

I say nothing.

They walk past me without looking at me.

I look at them and can see them going to a bright space, with big sofas, food, that looks a good place and clean.

I am still dirty, wearing a dress in tatters, and under my feet it’s just soil, sand and… 

I decide to go into the direction this group came from.

I walk among the crowd; nobody can’t see me but nobody walks all over me.

Nobody pushes me.

And after a while, among the crowd, I can see a space, like a circle, without anybody.

People are around but…

This space is like free.

But there is no gate or anything else.

And nobody pays attention. 

I don’t know.

It’s normal.

I try to understand why there is this space and…

In the middle of this circle, I can see there is something.

To be continued…