Wandering Gata honours
her name daily, as her shoes, glorious bright red shoes, show their
wearing off, after so many ways and alleys and avenues walked. A day
some time ago one of the shoe laces broke while visiting in
Szaloncicaország
. Szaloncica decided to keep the lace, and hanged it near the
main door of the Ország,
as a sign of a constant presence of her Gata when she is not actually
in the Ország.
He keeps hats there in that hanger; a homburger for the days when he
plays music with his synthesizers, fedoras and borsalinos for
deploying Cica Consciousness in the wild world outside; his black
beret for rainy days. Soon Wandering Gata will hang there her bright
red beret (not any more as a visitor). But today, Szaloncica broke
one his shoe laces, a brown lace, and he decided that its place is
where the red lace hangs. Now the red and brown lace hang together,
intertwined, együtt,
as it should be.
