It was not an ordinary morning for me. I had left my green cofee on the table and went on preparing my luggage. I had never been successful on preparing luggages. Everything became necessary when I started to prapare them. It was the same again. Cabbage camera, laser casettes, compaq module disks, meal pills, super-sonic first aid kit, extra torium baterries, special Jupiter cofee cream and swiss multi-media pocket knife. I was always aware of the truth that I would never use most of them during my travel, but It became as an illness, I could not do without any of them.

I sipped my green cofee again and finally locked my luggage. Then I was ready for the journey that I had been growing impatient for a long time. The park was not so far away from my house but my load was too heavy for an average person to carry. Morrison, the Jupiterian doorkeeper, took them to the enterance of the building. He was always kind to me as a doorkeeper. He took my keys and went to get my hover car. After he placed my load to the baggage, I gave him 5 earth dollars and he thanked for my generosity.

I sat to my “water-educated” leather coated seat, fastened my cucumber-powered” seatbelts and took a deep breath. I started the “ultra- mega-turbo” motor and inserted a laser casette from oldies. I was on the road at last. I was then on the road of Clamortown. The pessimistic voice of Mark Plettony was echoing on my car’s new cleaned “ultra-violet” windows. Road was straight ahead and the only thing you had to do was to hold the “remote- control” steering wheel stable to drive my dark blue hover car. My mind was swimming in the pool of the memories of the past.

The face of Dorothy – my old snow white – , the shape of the big enterance door, the smell oming out of the kitchen, even the music on the radio: “Planc on the river”. All these took my mind from the reality of that time and took to the surreality of the past. I was becoming melancholy and impatient at the same time. I said to myself : “Hold on planetteswille, I am coming”. I parked my car near a huge space truck in front of the “Intercosmic Fred’s place”. It was a small caf. After a 10 hours driving a rest had been a must for me. I ordered tiny “milkyway frog” cookies and a cup of blue cofee.

I was feeling lucky that I had not forgotten to bring my special Jupiter cofee mate. The taste of the cookies made me remember Dorothy’s arm cakes. She had been cooking delicious cookies. It was getting dark when I saw “Welcome to Planetteswille” sign. I had a strange feeling at that time. I couldn’t believe, I was very near to my grandmother Dorothy’s farm “Space monkey” after 20 years. For 10 years, all the summer holidays I had been there. I could say that all my childhood passed there, and all my good memories too. Could I lean on that excitement?

I didn’t think so. It’s better to wait until morning. I drove to the first motel I had seen, left my baggages in the hover car and rented non-vibrating room. I had to have a sleep, it would be a hard morning to me… I woke up with the terrible voice of my plutonium alarm clock. I had a light breakfast and set off. My heart was strange that day. It was beating faster than ever. I turned the big Neptune holy plane and the silhouette of the “Big Patatoe” shined by the light of the bright sun. Two minutes later I was standing in front of the big gate of the farm.

I didn’t know if I had ever become that excited. The “Big Patatoe”, the “Satellite Cows”, the “Coop Chicken Hole” and the “Love Dog Rock”… All were there and same as I emembered. I took a step into the farm, walked slowly through “Big Patatoe”, came near the three step stair. The second step of this stair was broken. I jumped over that, and finally I was standing in front of the enterance door. It was full of spider web and dust. I forced the door and it couldn’t lean against my muscled body. As I opened the door a group of Mars pigeon flew away over my head.

My past was standing in there. Inside of the house was in bad condition. Dust had covered everywhere, strange space creatures were living there and the roof was about to collapse. I stepped inside and the strange feeling came again. I remembered when we had first come here with my mother. I was 8 years old and it was my first summer holiday. My mother had left my suitcase to Dorothy, she had kissed her and gone back to our old Grand biomechanical truck. It was the first time I would stay without my parents. Dorothy had behaved so kind to me. She had shown me my room.

I remember that I couldn’t close my mouth for 2 days, because the house was very big and it was full of strangeness. Then my room came into my mind. It was at the third floor, tiny and beautiful. There were pink flowered purple wallpapers on the wall. It was the first time I had had my own room. I took more steps inside. Even if the house was empty, every small detail was in my mind and I was able to see everything in it’s place.

I could see the old coated living room furnitures, the speaking fireplace, the old style satellite television (It was only 999 channels long! , and the magic carpet. I was a very stubborn child. Whenever I got angry with her, I had jumped over the sofa, kicked and stamped around, and waited for her to calm me down. Suddenly I felt an ache on my head. I touched the scar from a wound and I saw him running through the sofa. It was my childhood. I could hear Dorothy’s voice shouting at him to stop. The ache became harder but somehow I didn’t care. The little, naughty boy stepped over the magic carpet and at the time he stepped, he had a little fly to the sharp corner of the speaking fireplace.

The whole magic carpet was covered with blood coming from his head. I could see Dorothy’s face. It was pale and anxious. She rised him on his feet and cleaned the blood on his head. I could feel that mixture of pain and happieness at the same time: the pain of my head nd the happieness of the feeling that I had someone takes care of me. I slowly began to move towards the kitchen. I could still smell the odor of the “Arm cookies” that Dorothy had cooked. I stepped inside the kitchen. She was there, struggling with the cake cup, mixing and shaking.

I could see the white face of her. How beautiful she was. The oak coated hover cupboards, old fashioned “multi-linguistic refrigerator”, “ultra super-sonic and vibrating table” and “self-cooking frying pans”. It didn’t matter how long she stayed in the kitchen, her face was always smiley, beautiful and sweet. She had never complained about cooking. I knew that she had been taking pleasure in cooking for us. At that time I felt a terrible resentment in my heart. If I had given one chance… I got out of the kitchen and began to walk through the stairs.

I climbed carefully up the stairs. They were about to collapse but I did not care any. When I came to the second floor, I first saw the big bedroom of her. I attentively stepped in. The bed was standing right there. “Banana powered wardrobe”, “self-shaking water bed”, “Neptune oak covered drawers” and “colored micro-wave windows”. She was sleeping her regular midday sleep. I always thought that she could stay beautiful because of that midday sleeps. There was standing the “Neptun oak covered drawers” that I had never allowed to touch.

I took a few steps inside and tried to open the first drawer, but it was locked as usual. At the right side of the bedroom, there was a small room that we used to call “cyber valley”. Dorothy had always been keeping my personel clothes and toys there. I could all remember my black “spider patterned W-shirt” and “reverse-W-shaped boxer” that had bone shapes over it. These were my favourite wears. By this thoughts I took quick steps to “cyber valley”. The door’s hinge was oxidized, so I used some muscle power and the door opened full of confusion.

The “digitally locked titannium toy box” was standing right at the end of the room. It was opened and the little me was playing gently with them. He was holding my favourite toy: “urannium-man”. He seemed so happy and carefree. Those were the happiest days of mine. I saw Dorothy coming near him. She gently flattered his fair hair. I felt the blistering cold of loneliness and sadness. Now it was time to go into my room at the penthouse. It was dark and dusty. The perfect smell of a clean boy was still in the air.

She had always kept me clean and sweet-smelling. The roof of the room was full of “self-dirt-detecting” systems, so that whenever I got little dirt Dorothy had a chance to wash me. In fact I liked to have a bath very much, but I had never caused Dorothy to percieve that. That was not because I did not like her, on the contrary it was because I had liked to give her a chance to play with me. I could still hear the sound of the “solar-powered, ibrating and revolving hover bed”. This bed made me love sleeping times.

Every night my grandma had given me a tale book and admonished me to read. It was a big joy to read a book with accompaniment of my little “desktop- lamp robot”. He was so chattering that sometimes I couldn’t even read two chapters a night. I could see the pink-flowered purple wallpapers, they were giving the room a space air. I stayed there about an hour. The thoughts were lined up in my mind. Suddenly I saw my mother. She was cramming my clothes into my transparent “urannium man” luggage. Little me’s face was covered with tears.

I started to fell strange again. I felt a terrible ache in my deep end of the heart. It was terrible and I thought I would better leave this house. I quickly turned around, holding my chest. I tried to run, but the ache did not give a chance to me. When I came at the beginning of the stairs all the lights turned off. I rolled down the stairs. The old “Big Patatoe” could not lean against my heaviness. Everything was in slow motion. My life had passed like a film grain in my mind. I can clearly remember the roof collapsing on me.

There I saw Dorothy, sparkling in the shining white sun. She was giving me hand from the bright sun and I was getting closer and closer to her… The “Big Patatoe”, the house of my sweet grandma Dorothy, was the only place I felt happienes and pain at the same time, in my whole life. It was more than a place I spent my summer holidays. I can say that my life began in this house and ended in there. Now I am with my sweet Dorothy, holding her hands closer than ever. Our spirits are finding their own in here. This house is no more special for me, because now it’s my life for ever.

It was not an ordinary morning for me. I had left my green cofee on the table and went on preparing my luggage. I had never been successful on preparing luggages. Everything became necessary when I started to prapare them. It was the same again. Cabbage camera, laser casettes, compaq module disks, meal pills, super-sonic first aid kit, extra torium baterries, special Jupiter cofee cream and swiss multi-media pocket knife. I was always aware of the truth that I would never use most of them during my travel, but It became as an illness, I could not do without any of them. I sipped my green cofee again and finally locked my luggage.

Then I was ready for the journey that I had been growing impatient for a long time. The park was not so far away from my house but my load was too heavy for an average person to carry. Morrison, the Jupiterian doorkeeper, took them to the enterance of the building. He was always kind to me as a doorkeeper. He took my keys and went to get my hover car. After he placed my load to the baggage, I gave him 5 earth dollars and he thanked for my generosity. I sat to my water-educated leather coated seat, fastened my cucumber-powered seatbelts and took a deep breath. I started the ultra-mega-turbo motor and inserted a laser casette from oldies.

I was on the road at last. I was then on the road of Clamortown. The pessimistic voice of Mark Plettony was echoing on my cars new cleaned ultra-violet windows. Road was straight ahead and the only thing you had to do was to hold the remote-control steering wheel stable to drive my dark blue hover car. My mind was swimming in the pool of the memories of the past. The face of Dorothy my old snow white – , the shape of the big enterance door, the smell coming out of the kitchen, even the music on the radio: Planc on the river. All these took my mind from the reality of that time and took to the surreality of the past.

I was becoming melancholy and impatient at the same time. I said to myself : Hold on planetteswille, I am coming. I parked my car near a huge space truck in front of the Intercosmic Freds place. It was a small caf. After a 10 hours driving a rest had been a must for me. I ordered tiny milkyway frog cookies and a cup of blue cofee. I was feeling lucky that I had not forgotten to bring my special Jupiter cofee mate. The taste of the cookies made me remember Dorothys arm cakes. She had been cooking delicious cookies. It was getting dark when I saw Welcome to Planetteswille sign. I had a strange feeling at that time.

I couldnt believe, I was very near to my grandmother Dorothys farm Space monkey after 20 years. For 10 years, all the summer holidays I had been there. I could say that all my childhood passed there, and all my good memories too. Could I lean on that excitement? I didnt think so. Its better to wait until morning. I drove to the first motel I had seen, left my baggages in the hover car and rented a non-vibrating room. I had to have a sleep, it would be a hard morning to me I woke up with the terrible voice of my plutonium alarm clock. I had a light breakfast and set off. My heart was strange that day.

It was beating faster than ever. I turned the big Neptune holy plane and the silhouette of the Big Patatoe shined by the light of the bright sun. Two minutes later I was standing in front of the big gate of the farm. I didnt know if I had ever become that excited. The Big Patatoe, the Satellite Cows, the Coop Chicken Hole and the Love Dog Rock All were there and same as I remembered. I took a step into the farm, walked slowly through Big Patatoe, came near the three step stair. The second step of this stair was broken. I jumped over that, and finally I was standing in front of the enterance door. It was full of spider web and dust.

I forced the door and it couldnt lean against my muscled body. As I opened the door a group of Mars pigeon flew away over my head. My past was standing in there. Inside of the house was in bad condition. Dust had covered everywhere, strange space creatures were living there and the roof was about to collapse. I stepped inside and the strange feeling came again. I remembered when we had first come here with my mother. I was 8 years old and it was my first summer holiday. My mother had left my suitcase to Dorothy, she had kissed her and gone back to our old Grand biomechanical truck. It was the first time I would stay without my parents.

Dorothy had behaved so kind to me. She had shown me my room. I remember that I couldnt close my mouth for 2 days, because the house was very big and it was full of strangeness. Then my room came into my mind. It was at the third floor, tiny and beautiful. There were pink flowered purple wallpapers on the wall. It was the first time I had had my own room. I took more steps inside. Even if the house was empty, every small detail was in my mind and I was able to see everything in its place.

I could see the old coated living room furnitures, the speaking fireplace, the old style satellite television (It was only 999 channels long! and the magic carpet. I was a very stubborn child. Whenever I got angry with her, I had jumped over the sofa, kicked and stamped around, and waited for her to calm me down. Suddenly I felt an ache on my head. I touched the scar from a wound and I saw him running through the sofa. It was my childhood. I could hear Dorothys voice shouting at him to stop. The ache became harder but somehow I didnt care. The little, naughty boy stepped over the magic carpet and at the time he stepped, he had a little fly to the sharp corner of the speaking fireplace.

The whole magic carpet was covered with blood coming from his head. I could see Dorothys face. It was pale and anxious. She rised him on his feet and cleaned the blood on his head. I could feel that mixture of pain and happieness at the same time: the pain of my head and the happieness of the feeling that I had someone takes care of me. I slowly began to move towards the kitchen. I could still smell the odor of the Arm cookies that Dorothy had cooked. I stepped inside the kitchen. She was there, struggling with the cake cup, mixing and shaking. I could see the white face of her. How beautiful she was.

The oak coated hover cupboards, old fashioned multi-linguistic refrigerator, ultra super-sonic and vibrating table and self-cooking frying pans. It didnt matter how long she stayed in the kitchen, her face was always smiley, beautiful and sweet. She had never complained about cooking. I knew that she had been taking pleasure in cooking for us. At that time I felt a terrible resentment in my heart. If I had given one chance I got out of the kitchen and began to walk through the stairs. I climbed carefully up the stairs. They were about to collapse but I did not care any. When I came to the second floor, I first saw the big bedroom of her.

I attentively stepped in. The bed was standing right there. Banana powered wardrobe, self-shaking water bed, Neptune oak covered drawers and colored micro-wave windows. She was sleeping her regular midday sleep. I always thought that she could stay beautiful because of that midday sleeps. There was standing the Neptun oak covered drawers that I had never allowed to touch. I took a few steps inside and tried to open the first drawer, but it was locked as usual. At the right side of the bedroom, there was a small room that we used to call cyber valley. Dorothy had always been keeping my personel clothes and toys there.

I could all remember my black spider patterned W-shirt and reverse-W-shaped boxer that had bone shapes over it. These were my favourite wears. By this thoughts I took quick steps to cyber valley. The doors hinge was oxidized, so I used some muscle power and the door opened full of confusion. The digitally locked titannium toy box was standing right at the end of the room. It was opened and the little me was playing gently with them. He was holding my favourite toy: urannium-man. He seemed so happy and carefree. Those were the happiest days of mine. I saw Dorothy coming near him.

She gently flattered his fair hair. I felt the blistering cold of loneliness and sadness. Now it was time to go into my room at the penthouse. It was dark and dusty. The perfect smell of a clean boy was still in the air. She had always kept me clean and sweet-smelling. The roof of the room was full of self-dirt-detecting systems, so that whenever I got little dirt Dorothy had a chance to wash me. In fact I liked to have a bath very much, but I had never caused Dorothy to percieve that. That was not because I did not like her, on the contrary it was because I had liked to give her a chance to play with me.

I could still hear the sound of the solar-powered, vibrating and revolving hover bed. This bed made me love sleeping times. Every night my grandma had given me a tale book and admonished me to read. It was a big joy to read a book with accompaniment of my little desktop-lamp robot. He was so chattering that sometimes I couldnt even read two chapters a night. I could see the pink-flowered purple wallpapers, they were giving the room a space air. I stayed there about an hour. The thoughts were lined up in my mind. Suddenly I saw my mother. She was cramming my clothes into my transparent urannium man luggage.

Little mes face was covered with tears. I started to fell strange again. I felt a terrible ache in my deep end of the heart. It was terrible and I thought I would better leave this house. I quickly turned around, holding my chest. I tried to run, but the ache did not give a chance to me. When I came at the beginning of the stairs all the lights turned off. I rolled down the stairs. The old Big Patatoe could not lean against my heaviness. Everything was in slow motion. My life had passed like a film grain in my mind. I can clearly remember the roof collapsing on me.

There I saw Dorothy, sparkling in the shining white sun. She was giving me hand from the bright sun and I was getting closer and closer to her The Big Patatoe, the house of my sweet grandma Dorothy, was the only place I felt happienes and pain at the same time, in my whole life. It was more than a place I spent my summer holidays. I can say that my life began in this house and ended in there. Now I am with my sweet Dorothy, holding her hands closer than ever. Our spirits are finding their own in here. This house is no more special for me, because now its my life for ever.