Fili’s world

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“Okay, little one… tuck in under the blanket and I’ll tell you the story again…

Once upon a time, not too long ago, lived a young boy at a faraway land. One night, as he was sleeping, he dreamt a dream where a beautiful woman appeared to him and asked him a simple question. Puzzled by the question and its power he woke up, brushing off the sleep and the memory of the dream.

Days passed by and all seemed to go on in its usual way, but our young boy hasn’t been the same. The dream kept reappearing and the question drilled inside his head endlessly seeking an answer, interrupting his life routine and taking up his attention on the most inconvenient moments. No answer could be found, no path to an understanding could be thought of. Eventually, people around him started to notice that he was acting in a very peculiar way and have began to express their worry about him. After months of uneasiness and worry, he decided that what he was going through could not go on as it was, so he decided to leave.

My dear grandchild, things have changed. These were days when there was no Holotravel and going from one continent to another took a lot more than just an hour, not because of an airtrafficjam, and required more than just a tiny Compi-case, not just because it compresses only a 100 tons. It was ancient times, and traveling to a different place was an adventure not to be taken lightly. Preparations had to be made, goodbyes had to be said, and information had to be gathered. At that time, there was still a big variance between the cultures at the various countries. so excitement - and even fear or anxiety - were pretty common. It was a big deal, especially if the trip was scheduled for more than a few days.

The young boy took off to his new adventure, heading to face the unknown. He traveled for many months, saw many strange places, fought countless inner battles and won numerous spiritual trophies. Time went by, the world continued with its slow evolution, but our young boy wasn’t content. The answer was missing. It was all interesting, always very thrilling, but not quite enough. He was looking for something else, moving from one country to another, poking around at the people and land, trying his best to find something to relate to.

He felt confused, not sure of himself, not knowing what to do. Flipping through the limited number of pages in his “Lopely Nlanet” countries information manuals he knew this was no time for a logical decision. Information wasn’t going to guide his next step so there’s no use in further reading. Time to let go, time to follow the instincts. He couldn’t explain why, but explanations weren’t necessary. It was Tay-wen.

Amazingly enough, our young boy has never mastered Galactical-Mandarin before arriving at Tay-Wen since back then it still wasn’t the common international language. Different language, different rules. He was overwhelmed. It wasn’t that it was different different - he has experienced similar surroundings along his travels before - but it was that he felt it had a special rhythm - a unique pace, a personality. An entity compromising of appealing people with a touch of culture and a hint of history-present, he imagined he could feel the country’s soul. Although he was regarded as a stranger, especially because of his appearance and ignorance of the local costumes, he was made to feel at home. His travels have brought him to the right place at the right time to comfort his soul and bring newer understanding of the question he has been facing for so long. Only there, at Tay-Wen, did he realize for the first time in his life, that he may still not have the answer – but an answer isn’t needed. It’s asking the question and never forgetting it that’s important.”

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