Letter to Laura

Léda Karmazin

Dear Laura!

It’s been a long time since we met, and so much has happened and I have so many exciting things to tell you. You won’t believe it, one year I went on a trip to Kylemore Abbey; the beautiful Gothic nunnery and the fantastic garden completely enchanted me, but what really enchanted me was the  glass figurines made by nuns. Of course I had to buy one. I needed one, and what I chose, what, you’d probably laugh at me now, but I bought a big fat pig figure with a short tail. As I was lying  on the bed during the day, I looked over the pig’s body, everything was a dazzling rainbow color. If I just held it and the sunlight shone through it, the room came to life and when I turned the figure, more and more shades of color played on the wall. I took great care of my lucky pig. I thought of how happy you would be if you saw this magical glass figure, but one day there was a hole in my pocket and it bounced along those rickety iron steps. When I picked it up, there was no pig’s tail nor a pig’s nose, it was just a glass ball. Of course, you would now say that a glass ball can also be beautiful. When I picked up the glass ball, I looked through it, and I see that you are selling all kinds of goods in a small shop, but in a special corner there are only glass figurines, not fourteen but at least a hundred, and you are not alone behind the counter, but a handsome, healthy-faced man also helps you and speaks well with customers, because it is already the age where rhetoric is important. A huge shelf is full of books; of course half of them are the works of Tennessee Williams. It is so magical; when the glass figure is in front of my eyes, then everything is wonderful, but if I put the glass ball away, then everything is gray . It’s impossible for us to meet, Laura, but that one time was enough for me to understand that humans and their feelings are fragile, like a glass figure, but a human’s  thoughts have great power. I will think of you with great love.

Your best friend, Léda