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Through the Curtain of Time and Space von Petrini, Rita (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 18.11.2014
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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Through the Curtain of Time and Space

This is the story of an autistic girl, a woman abandoned by her husband to raise three children on her own and lacking the love of a man in her life. This is the story of a family struggling to survive emotionally and financially in a selfish society. Behind the scenes there is some help and with twists and turns everybody fits into a new path. The message is: never despair and never give in. There is always a Guardian Angel around the corner.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 142
    Erscheinungsdatum: 18.11.2014
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483543697
    Verlag: BookBaby
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Through the Curtain of Time and Space

Chapter 2

It was quite early in the morning when Erika woke up. She stretched herself on the bed, kicked off the duvet and put her arms over her head while her eyes were wandering around the room lit up by the morning sun. From her bed she could see the top of the hills surrounding the house.

'This is a nice place to live,' she thought happily. 'It is not too far from the school and the city, still it's like living in the country. Nice. Very nice.'

Her eyes rested on the picture of Einstein. She remembered how she got it. It had been Jack who had helped her tear the page from Michael's encyclopaedia. Jack had flattened the spine of the big book, aligned the page very carefully and then slowly but decisively, starting from the top end had detached the photograph from the binding, stopping from time to time to check that he wasn't leaving any bits of paper behind. That would have made it noticeable that there was a page missing and Michael would have become suspicious.

"Done," he had said proudly to his sister. "Just perfect. Nobody will ever notice." Then he had added, "It's yours, Erika. Keep it hidden because if Mum finds out what we have done, we are mince."

Erika stretched out her little arm towards her bedside table where the picture had been left and took it. With a captivating smile she looked at it and said, "Morning, Stein. Did you sleep well?" Erika was examining attentively the picture of the old Einstein when the smell of freshly made coffee and the noise of the chairs being moved around the kitchen table distracted her. Erika was going to put the photo back on the bedside table and get ready for breakfast when she opened her mouth and eyes wide in surprise. Stein had winked at her. It had happened in a split second and immediately Einstein had reverted to his habitual static facial expression. Erika couldn't believe her eyes and leaned her head to one side intent in studying the picture better. Unsure of what she had just witnessed, in the end she found the courage to ask, "Did you wink at me, Stein? Can you move!?! Are you alive?"

She felt the picture jump slightly in her little hand as if Einstein was shaking with laughter.

"Are you making a fool of me, Stein? If you can hear me give me a sign."

Einstein winked at her again.

"Wow!" Erika shouted happily. "You can really hear me, can't you? Who are you? Are you really Stein, the scientist?" she then asked.

"Your brother Jack told you that I am Einstein, didn't he?"

"You can even talk!" Erika said, almost fainting for the surprise.

"You are the only one who can hear me," then Einstein said.

"I am the only one who can hear you? Amazing! Why am I the only one who can hear you?"

"Because you are a little girl with a pure heart. A heart is connected to its brain therefore if your heart is pure your brain is able to communicate with the Cosmos through an exchange of energy. On top of that I like you so I am really pleased to talk to you. This facilitates our communication," Einstein answered her sweetly.

Erika was getting very confused. "You are still dead, aren't you?" she asked him. "Well, it all depends on your concept of death," he replied with a mischievous smile. "One day, a long time ago, I stopped breathing. My body became rigid, my heart stopped beating and the doctors declared that I was dead. What did they know about death? For that matter, they don't know much about anything. After having declared me dead the egghead doctors carried out an autopsy on my body. They were particularly interested in my brain. Ha, ha, ha. The fools! They believed, ha, ha, they really believed that my brain had to be different from other human being's brains because I had come out with the Theory of Relativity. Only a specially built brain could have thought of that!!! Ha, ha, ha.

In the end I was buried without my brain."

Erika was looking at him in horr

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