Me as a young man, a dreamy man, loved to play and read, loved sports and stories, loved life. Loved the life we had, not an easy one but an interesting one. A life where a lot of things happened daily, when you would think one thing in the morning and change your opinion in the afternoon, just to change it later in the evening. Funny isn't it, life of a kid in the post war Kosova.
Never mind that, my life at that time was quite calm, I would go to school early in the morning, come back do my homework and go out to play football. We loved every second of it (playing of course).
"Ronaldinho is about to score another goal to secure yet another win for his team, he's been terrific since the moment he set foot on Barcelona, the things he done with and for the time are excellent" 'silence'. Electric cut right in the middle of a great game, damn -- this keeps happening again and again. .
The small candle in the middle of the room was the only source of light in many dark and cold nights. A small candle has a lot of value on such nights, its the only source of light and heat which brings warmness in our hearts. The voice of my mum went through our brains every such dark nights, as she would sit in the middle of the room, close to the candle and read stories to our family. Funny, we loved to play, scream and fight (me, my brother and sister) but there was something that would stop us, the voice of our mum reading these incredible books. She would even act out the voices from different characters in the stories, we were all ears all the time trying to catch every single word that would come out of her mouth, trying to understand the words, to get their meaning, to create connections in the story, trying to understand reading!
I still love it, reading, acting out the voices in my head, trying to understand the story, trying to make connections with the real world, trying to read.
Getting older I have also figured out that the voice acting of my mom wasn't only to make us feel better or make the story more interesting, it was also done to seperate the characters for us according to her imagination. She created images of individual characters depending on how she viewed their part on the stories.
I still love it, reading, acting out the voices in my head, trying to understand the story, trying to make connections with the real world, trying to read.
Getting older I have also figured out that the voice acting of my mom wasn't only to make us feel better or make the story more interesting, it was also done to seperate the characters for us according to her imagination. She created images of individual characters depending on how she viewed their part on the stories.
And that's exacly how I try to read today.
I try to read through the lines, to understand that characters on books are independent but related to each other, they have plans, intentions and means how to get there and I love to experience the unrevealing of these plans through the power of written words.
Comments
Post a Comment