Notes
Once upon a time there was a little very thin girl called Elenitsa. Her mother would reach the very end of the garden by the water front and called Elenitsa loud with her voice travelling over the distance of approximately half a mile. The moment Elenitsa would hear her mother's calling would run as fast as light to her on her bare feet on the hot sand. Elenitsa never thought for a minute to delay or nothing was a stumble. It all came natural to her and never felt her body weight stopping her run and run faster and faster. Elenitsa is still running some 52 years later. . .she is running in the memory of this call which brings her close to her mother, the mother that never left her for a minute, the mother that is still there. So Elenitsa runs and runs to reach her mother only this time it is her soul that is calling and Elenitsa can still hear it at all places and at all times.