Siblings

Perhaps I should have titled this story: „The Brotherhood”, which pronounced in a certain tone and manner has an air of secret, something romantic, something occult. Only those out from the back-streets and passageways of a ghetto may really understand the psychology of the alliance between siblings.

One bright day all the children were happily playing away in the back yard of the kindergarten. The villagers take great pride in their kindergarten, it is a lovely place with good teachers. There’s loads to do there: there are swings and climbing frames and trees and sandpits, balls and huge building blocks. There was much running about and screams and giggles and all. Enough noise, motion and stress to kill a test-rat.

But hey, one corner is almost empty! Three blond, blue-eyed kids are rocking on a see-saw. Very charming. I wonder why they are avoided by the others. Oh, what a picture, what an idyll! They’re talking gently and quietly, they obviously don’t mind what everybody else is doing. They are perfectly content with the rickety see-saw.

Now a little boy appears on the scene. He is approching the three slowly, peeping back at the group he left behind over his shoulder. „So, you are playing here, eh?” - he asks with a shy smile, taking one more step towards the see-saw. Six blue eyes are staring back at him. „ We are.”- sniffs at him the blond boy with the two girls nodding behind him. „We are siblings.”- he adds with gravity. And the poor mopet turns round and tries to disappear among the other children: They are siblings - the power is with them...