La
petita Martha preocupava als seus pares des de que els hi va dir que sentia el
plor d’un nen a l’altell de la vella casa on vivien. Fins i tot havien pujat un
parell de vegades amb la seva nena per convèncer-la de que eren imaginacions.
Una vegada allí la noia de 7 anys afirmava escoltar els sons que per ella eren
tan habituals mentre que els seus pares la miraven amb preocupació.
Segurament
era un amic invisible, terme que van adoptar després de visitar un psicòleg de
la ciutat de Montgomery (Alabama), a unes milles de Canrusell, on vivien.
De
vegades, a qui escoltaven parlar era a la Martha, com si estes amb algú.
La
mare, que patia d’insomni, va decidir escoltar la seva filla posant l’orella a
la porta de l’habitació de la nena per escoltar-la, una d’aquelles nits que no
havia manera de dormir.
La veu
de la nena era d’absoluta normalitat, mantenia una conversa sobre una nina i la
forma de pentina-la. La mare no sabia que fer o si simplement no s’havia de fer
cas. Aviat haurien de marxar a Orlando (Florida) per la feina del pare i el
canvi d’aires segur que faria millorar la conducta de la nena.
Quan
els pares, li van comunicar que haurien de marxar aviat a viure a un altre
lloc, la nena es va disgustar i fins i tot li va caure una llagrimeta. Amb qui
jugaria ara...
La
Martha, va pujar a l’altell per parlar amb el seu amic però aquest no va fer
acte de presència. El silenci, el sorolls només de la fusta del terra.
-Tinc
la pilota de goma que tan t’agrada!
Va
tirar la pilota a l’altre cantó de l’altell com per cridar l’atenció del seu
amic i va escoltar els plors d’un nen, aquells que els seus pares no es van
creure. La nena va anar cap el punt d’on semblava sortir aquell plor.
La
piloteta, que encara es movia, va anar seguint el sòcol fins escolar-se en un
petit forat.
La
petita va posar l’ull com per trobar la pilota i la foscor impedia veure res
encara que el so del plor era més alt allí.
El dia
de marxar la nena va pujar a l’altell per acomiadar-se, va tirar un petó a
l’aire de la trista habitació i va deixar un fil dins el petit forat amb un petit got de plàstic a la punta, com
jugant al telèfon. Anava alliberant la bobina que li va durar fins a ben mig
del jardí.
Un
adéu trist de la nena en el petit got de plàstic va ser respost amb un singlot
de plor, tot seguit d’unes estirades al fil provinent de la casa. La petita va
deixar caure el got espantada i al mirar a la finestra de l’altell hi va veure
una rodona de baf que apareixia del no res.
Pobret.
JP
THE
HOLE
Little Martha worried
her parents since she told them she felt
the crying of a child on the loft of the old house where they were linving.
They even had gone up a couple of times with their girl to convince her that
they were imaginings. Once there, the 7-year-old girl claimed to hear the
sounds she was so used to hearing while her parents looked at her with concern.
Surely
he was an invisible friend, a term they adopted after visiting a psychologist
from the city of Montgomery (Alabama), about a mile from Canrusell, where they
lived.
Sometimes,
those who listened to talk Martha, as if she were with someone.
The
mother, who suffered from insomnia, decided to listen to her daughter by
putting her ear in the doorway of the girl's room to listen, one of those
nights that there was no way to sleep.
The
voice of the girl was of absolute normality, she kept a conversation about a
doll and the way she combed it. The mother did not know what to do or if she
simply did not have to pay attention. In a few days they would have to leave to
Orlando (Florida) for the father new job and the change of air would surely
improve the behavior of the girl.
When
the parents told her they should leave soon to live elsewhere, the girl was
upset and even a tear went down by her cheek. Who would play now with her...
Martha
went upstairs to talk to her friend but he did not make an appearance. The
silence, the noise of only the wood on the floor.
-I
have the rubber ball that you like!
She
threw the ball to the other corner of the attic as to draw the attention of his
friend but she only heard the silence. The girl went to the point where the cry
usually came out.
The ball,
still on movement, was following the baseboard to jump
the queue in a small hole.
The
little girl looked down to find the ball while the darkness prevented her from
seeing anything even though the sound of weeping was usually there..
On the
departure day, she climbed to the attic to say goodbye, threw a kiss in the
air of the sad room and introduced a thread in the hole with a small plastic
glass on the tip, as if playing on the phone. He was releasing the coil that
lasted him until the middle of the garden.
A sad
goodbye of the girl in the small glass was answered with a repressed crying,
followed by some pulls on the thread
from the house. The little girl was scared and dropped glass and, looking towards the window of the attic,
saw a round of breath fog that appeared from nowhere.
Poor guy.
(thanks mr.King)
JP
