one morning spent painting ceramic shapes.

We enter in the room. It’s little, enlightened by a white bright sunshine coming through curtains. The heat tightens the throat. On walls just rug dolls, a long table in the center, full of colors and brushes. We seat, me and Vinc. I look at him, he looks around, seems to study the moment. On the other side of the table Luis is disoriented, we smile because the situation is like a meditation, not a therapy at all.

Just few minutes before, we are waiting in the Center’s meadow along with our project mates. An old lady meets us, Krasi. She welcomes us, says: “ please, go, you know the way, i’ll be there in a minute”.

It’s true, our mates know the way, just two flights of stairs. At the first floor Tania is waiting for us, a big smile greets us. She has wavy hair, just below the ears. Bulbous nose. She’s wearing a dressing gown to avoid getting dirty, she was waiting for us, for this. She donates lusty hugs to those already knows. She’s happy to have new guests. We introduce ourselves. She is excited, runs to the color room, says to follow her. We penetrate the maze of doors inside the center losing the compass. We travel the hallway, the doors to the sides are open, we don’t want to look inside, damn curiosity.

Once in the color room, the heat tightens the throat. Our mates take the seats, they know what to do. Colors and ceramic shapes are already in the nylon covered table. We seat, take some notes. Tania is hopping around us, she grabs a shape, start painting. Krasi comes in the room, holding the hand of Sveti. Invites her to seat. Meanwhile Ristinka and Stojan entered in the room as well. He is holding a tennis ball, wants to play. He moves close to us, touches us in nose, in shoulders. A kind of communication.

We start painting as well, Santa’s boots. Our masterpieces need one hour to turn out, smearing annexed. In the meantime, the Bulgarian National Radio airs past hits that we recognize. We sing, talk, smile, all together. Not a Therapy, at all.

Then Sveti wants a picture about us, all together, before leaving for the book shop. She makes a shy smile, just two pictures and that’s all.

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