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Saturday, 12 December 2015

ELEPHANTS



Today I had a very strange experience.

When I arrived at the Annexe Room, the Giver was waiting for me. He gave me a startling and disturbing memory. I was very nervous because he had warned me. But when he touched me, I suddenly apeared in a very warm place with some rocks and bushes, from where a vegetation area could be seen. I hid behind some shrubs. There were some men and I could see what the Giver had meant when he told me that in the past there were different skin colours: some of these men had a darker complexion.

In a very short time, the men killed an elephant and hacked its tusks. I could see the tusks were all covered by a RED liquid: blood. This memory really spoilt the beauty this colour used to suggest me.I was disgusted and I only wanted everything to finish quickly.

The men went away in a vehicle, and when the place was clear, another elephant emerged from the bushes and started caressing the huge corpse on the ground. Then, it roared a painful cry of rage and grief. I felt so moved by the love and anger this creature expressed...! I cannot take the sound of this tortured cry out of my mind. 

I was so impressed, that when I got back home, I wanted to pass some of this memory to my sister Lily. Her comfort object is a stuffed elephant, and  when I saw she took it from the shelf, I thought that she would like to learn about elephants´ appearance and behaviour in real life. But she only grew impatient at my touch. I was so disappointed!

The people that sorround me know and understand so little...! Well, but maybe ignorance is bliss... They definetely don´t suffer as the Giver and I do. They live carefree lives. They are not haunted by this painful cry I heard today. I sometimes envy them. 

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