After giving birth my mother nearly died.
I was put aside on the first day of my life.
The sun was shining bright and left a fish skin structured reflection on the water. I waited for the one-eyed man and was attacked by a black bird, ran away and screamed. Horses turned their back on me, as did Simbi, the Snake-God, who did not like me. Also Siggi, the oldest man from town, was hiding behind his blue car, as if I were the devil. I went down the alley following the music. They call it the Death-Valley. In a window I saw a photograph of Claudia Schiffer, smiling, wearing a cowboy hat. I went closer. Suddenly the door opened, offering a new creation of land, a weird touch of reality, split up into many pieces, working like an anthill into the descendants of this colorful light.