Talking to the stars. Elena García Pérez
“Perfect, that’s right. The change of colours is not done voluntarily, I cannot manipulate it at any moment, it is done unconsciously and reflected naturally on my exterior without me knowing.”
“Thank you, friend, just being with you here and now with me. I’m sorry but I have to...”
At that precise moment, Elena took the cell phone out of her pocket, saw that it was already a quarter to two, time had elapsed without realising it.
“What is that device?”
“It’s called a telephone. Haven’t you ever seen it?”
“Actually, no!”
“Incredible! The young people here can’t go without them.”
“Why?”
“We use them for thousands of things, but mainly to communicate with other people: chat, talk, send messages, connect to internet... Also, like now, to find out what time it is.”
“The time?”
“Yes, the time on the clock.”
“Ahhhh, I understand.”
“On my planet there is no time or space. I had already read in books from my institute’s library that here, in this third dimension, there is time and space, and that it runs very quickly.”
“Yes, so fast that I have to call my parents to let them know that everything is ok and that I will soon return home, as it is time to eat. Third dimension? What dimensions do you say? What is that? Amazing, really! Well, we’ll leave all this for later, okay? Now I must call my parents and tell them not to worry about me.”
How many things were the two learning in just a few hours: time, space, the sense of colours, feelings... Both were happy and that happiness led them to something even further, wanting to communicate it to other people.
¡Yes, you too are one of them!
No one answered on the other side of the phone. Suddenly Elena began to worry about Pipilet; since it was obvious that her friend’s physical features were different from humans and of course he could not go unnoticed in the eyes of others. She didn’t know what to do or say, what she was clear about was that she didn’t want to worry him. She began to perspire and suddenly the signs of concern were accentuated on her face despite wanting to smile at all times. Pipilet noticed.
“Why are you sweating? And your facial features have also changed.”
Elena did not know what to say. Suddenly she blushed.
“You too are a magical girl, see, in the end, we are the same. Some in one way and others in another, but we respond similarly to stimuli.
She realised that her friend was right, after all, they were more equal than she had thought at first, it was so, that her concern vanished.
The telephone would not stop ringing, it was her mother.
“Hello daughter, where are you? I have just arrived from work, it is 2 o’clock and you are still not home, what are you doing?”
“I am with a friend. Well, mum, I’ll tell you later about it, but please, can I invite him to lunch?”
“Of course, but come meanwhile and set the table while your father and I finish making lunch.”
“Ok mum, we’re coming.”
Elena was happy, everything was running smoothly, she had no doubt and transmitted it to Pipilet, she did not have to say anything since he had the ease of intuition and, although he did not know Spanish, he would have no problem.
“We have to hurry up, my parents are waiting for us to eat.”
Pipilet took his skate and his guitar, and approached his friend, the two began their way.
On the way they did not bump into anyone. They crossed the garden and arrived at the door. Elena preferred to call and have her mother open the door. Suddenly, they both heard her mother’s footsteps and:
“Hello guys.”
“Hello mum.”
Pipilet responded with a smile.
“Look mum, I present Pipilet Mandala to you, the friend I talked to you about.”
“Hello. Pleased to meet you, Pipilet.”
Teresa (Elena’s mother) didn’t look surprised when she first saw Pipilet. When she looked at him, she realised that the important thing was not the external appearance but the inner depth, and that it is necessary to go further: “To really look for the meaning of friendship and love”.
“Let’s go kids, go and help your dad set the table, I am going to finish preparing lunch.”
The two of them walked through the house to the garden. Elena was happy as she felt that her mother was relaxed and happy, now it was Pablo, her father’s turn...
“Hello dad, how was your day? I present Pipilet to you, a friend who has come to visit me for a few days.”
“Hello Pipilet, how was your trip?”
Pipilet smiled and opened his eyes even more (it was his “hello, thank you”) from them, only sparks of love and gratitude came out.
The connection had already been established, there was no problem. Phew! Elena thought.
Pipilet realised that with Elena’s parents he was not going to have any problems communicating telepathically, but would it be the same with others? As he was not sure, he decided that it would be best to start learning and speaking the language fluently to be able to communicate with humans, so he planned to start as soon as he could.
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FRIENDSHIP
After lunch, both Elena and her parents had a great conversation with Pipilet. He was telling them about his
Galappar planet. Pablo took advantage of the moment to ask him why he had come to Earth, to which Pipilet replied:
“For there to be a perfect balance in the universe, it is necessary that everything vibrates in perfect harmony. Everything that makes up the cosmos, and each one of us, are like cells within this great body. The creatures we inhabit within space are interdimensional beings; Love and friendship for us have no distances nor borders, this is what has led me here.
After several hours of conversation, nap time had passed, and now everyone needed a break. Elena’s parents looked at each other, under a unanimous and complicit look of approval that gave way for one of the two to decide to invite Pipilet to stay with the family. Teresa gestured for her husband to take the first step.
“Well, Pipilet, my wife and I have thought we would love you to stay with us as long as you wish to stay in our house. You can be in our son’s room. He is currently on vacation with my mother-in-law. How about it?”
“I would love to, I really feel at home and I thought Elena could also be my Spanish teacher, I must learn quickly to travel through Spain. What do you think, Elena?”
“I would be delighted to be your teacher, but first of all I want to thank my parents for having invited you to our house and now, without further ado, I would like to show you to your room and that we both rest a little after so many emotions, is that OK?”
“Of course.”
Elena’s parents realised that Pipilet had entered their lives and they could not leave him now since he had awakened in them a true friendship.
Teresa was a writer and also worked at the university of science communication, her husband was chief editor of a newspaper, they both had an open and creative mind, they knew that something wonderful had entered their lives. The two