Imagine looking through a window at any scene that is particular for you.

Reflect on the
scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why is it
meaningful to you. <300 slov

It is winter, Sunday 12 pm. Two women are waiting at a tram stop, the first one old and
strict, the other one clutching a hand of a small girl beside her. The older one looks around
nervously sometimes – a habit she gained when the Nazi spies were in the streets. She drifts off to
her memories, automatically nodding to everything the other woman says. The night my father
disappeared. They said it was just for a short time, they were investigating a serious murder case.
They took him under the shoulder and then he was gone. Mother and I stayed at home for days.
After one week of despair, mother saw him walking down the street towards our house. But before
he could open the door, a few shots tore up the silence. My father never made it home again.
The other woman noticed that something was happening and stopped talking as well. Trying
to avoid the child´s demands for attention, she remembered all the nights when the same white
snow betrayed the warriors for liberty and covered deeds that should have been visible at once.
The girl realized that her mother was not going to listen to her new joke about a snowman in
a desert and went silent. She liked the scene. The sky was white, as was the ground, the small park
opposite to the railway, and the railway itself. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn´t see the
end of the rails at either end. It seemed to her that they were placed into a fairy tale scenery.
Everything was very quiet. The girl was getting startled gradually. What if something was hidden
under the snow blanket? Even fairy tales come very true sometimes..