• Once I belonged to a young Girl who I realy adored. She had had a lot of us, although she wasn't a religios person. One by one enlarged her collection.

    I was carried the most time, so I practically was always with her. She was an unordinary Person. All the time she did spoke to us, however we wasn't allowed to speak. This was probably the reason why other people won't do this.
    Beside this also her attitude was... how to say? Strange? At home she was calm and quiet. But if she went out with her friends, she was loud and fidgety. On the one side I'd got the feeling she completely changed into another person. On the otherside in some way she seemed to be happy and this was it, what made me been glad.

    One day she tied me up and went by bus tacitly. I didn't know where she wanted to go, because the bus she chosed we'd never used to go with.
    When we arrived and stepped out the bus, a cool air draught passed me and I could behold the sea. It was chilly and merely people were around in the wee hours of the morning. But what was she doing here? At the cliffs she took a seat and gazed over the ocean. I followed her view, but so close to the cliff a bad feeling crept over me.

    Several minutes had elapsed as she looked at me. "Someone told me" , she started. "Your horizontal lines represent the love of god." She paused and I coriously waited her to continue her narration. "And the vetical line represents - the hatred of god. But... but why should he stab his love with hatred?"
    I was glued to her words which contained so many emotions. Anger, despair und in the first instance sorrow.
    She started to cry. "Why... why should he do such things?", she asked me who couldn't answer her. Even if I knew it, I couldn't. But at this time I realy didn't had a clue, because this conclusion was totally new to me.
    One of her warm tears dripped on me when she stood up and gave me a gentle kiss.

    I didn't realize what happened afterwards, but suddenly I felt like I was falling. Not long, but rapid and deep.
    Just fond by the warmth of the tear, now I only felt the cold of the ocean.