Mart-deBlog

You know, I had a grandma and "Kleine Omaatje" was her name. She accompanied me that day in Jiuzhaigou past Panda Lake were I saw a kabouter riding a squirel and past Colorful Lake where fairies where bathing under the waterfalls, and then Kleine Omaatje showed me the stern face of Mr.Willow clamped around a rock in the middle of Swan Lake, and the little minemidgets with the lights on their head hammering in their little caves covered by green moss, and she showed me the little ogres flashing their butts and she made me jump over the grasping arm of Jannetje Groenetand trying to snatch me under water. It became later and later and I had lost Bas. Tourists had retreated to their tourbusses and then Kleine Omaatje whispered in my ear with her soft and naughty voice and I started to speed, near to running past the fence off into the far ends of Jiuzhaigou, Kleine Omaatje giggled and it became dark, the forest slowly became alive, trees sighed and kabouters curiously stared from behind their little holes underneath the grass, maybe David was there, I hope so. Kleine Omaatje could not keep up with my thoughts and flew ahead to wait for me at the primeval forests where the elves live; and the world was far away. Then a shriek stopped my and I saw the fuckface forestwatcher with his green car and green suit. He ordered me to cross the river and he brought me to a bus that dropped me at the entrance.
I never got the chance to thank Kleine Omaatje for making me understand the fairylands of Jiuzhaigou