He is my friend: a warrior from a dangerous tribe of pirates. He is only 8 or maybe 9 years old, but he speaks 3 languages fluently. To me he speaks English, and a bit of Spanish, but it seems he doesn’t trust my Spanish skills very much. He is a pirate, and he always wants to fight.
He gives me a metal stick and tells me it is my sword. I have to follow him, the captain, up to his ship on top of the mountain where he lives with his scary friends. But on the way we have to fight against other pirates and sharks!
I am really starting to get bored, and annoyed… what a weird and ugly world where kids only want to fight. I force myself to keep killing sharks with my sword, i don’t want to be the party-pooper.
I am just about to kill a really big shark, a really aggressive one, when he shouts at me: „Stop!!! Don’t REALLY throw the stick! This is dangerous, it is metal!“
I am really surprised, how wise, how thoughtful, how preventive my captain is. I would have REALLY thrown my sword at the shark and my captain could have get hurt! Stupids adults who never practice how to kill imaginary sharks with metal sticks! How dangerous are we for the kids!!
Spanish children walk by. They ask something in Spanish, I don’t get it.
My captain translates for me that they want to borrow my bag which is lying down there, with a lot of old recycled paper and cloth inside. „Tell them they should bring it back“ I tell the captain, and he tells them to.
Surprisingly, no hay problema, the kids bring back the bag as a matter of course.
I think about other (adult) friends whom I have to run after for months to get some things back I lent to them…
My friend captain pirate, thanks for teaching and reminding me that I should always be in this moment, watch, observe, listen and communicate. I hope you learned how to make your own pirate flags.
