Suddenly she started laughing. But it was not just a simple laughter. No, it was far more than that! Her face suddenly turned into a completely distorted grimace and her whole body was shivering. It was more like a enormous explosion of joy somewhere deep inside her mind.
I don’t even remember what caused this amazing reaction.
K. is four now.
The joy was too much for her tiny self. Some spilled over, splashed vigorously into my unprepared face. I licked some of it with my tongue and I immediately remembered: about fifty years ago, I used to „smoke“ this kind of crazy „crack“ too!
K. has actually absolutely no reason to be happy. But she doesn’t know about the soldiers preparing to invade Europe, the global warming or the pollution of her planet. The AI planning to take over the world. And she doesn’t know about the enormous challenges her family is facing these days.
She doesn't know anything about all this.
I could try to explain her, but she would probably interrupt me after a few seconds and tell me the latest news from the friendly ghost who - she believes - lives in her belly (I would probably not understand much of it in the same way she would not understand most of my words).
She is well protected. Great innocence is great bliss.
And, exactly as I imagine the feeling after having smoked the very first pipe of crack, the only thing I’m able to think about is how to get my next dose. How the hell can I make her do that again? What else could it be she finds so incredibly funny? How can I make her produce some more of this wild shit again soon?
I know: I will get only a little bit of leftovers as she will consume most of it shamelessly herself.
And this is - of course - her privilege. I once enjoyed it too. But I’m a bit jealous nonetheless.
Image: Dharun Kumar / Pixabay
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