"I stood on the terrace facing our home. The park stretching before me was moonlit. No detail, therefore, could escape me.
I can recall the silence - completely noiseless. I felt restless and frightened.
Then suddenly, the moon fell down.
The moon came loose from the sky and for a moment, it lingered just over the treetops across the pond. It seemingly wanted to reflect on something. Then, it plunged into the park, as if it needed to hide, but its size would not allow it to remain unnoticed.
I gazed at a big, luminous disc between old tree trunks. First it moved left, then to the right. In doing so, it got entangled between branches of large shrubs. Then it climbed and moved left again, apparently looking for something. A straying moon between old trees on a hill top just across a large pond.
Eventually it came away from the shrubs and started roaming above the water. It started examining the surrounding area, first slowly and thoughtfully, then gradually speeding up faster. Finally, it skimmed over the pond at a tremendous speed, left to right, then again right to left. It sometimes touched the water, fizzling lightly.
Never before I had really perceived the moon. Suddenly, it just hung in front of my face. It had laid eyes on me before approaching. It was big and calm, breathing quietly. When it felt assured of being noticed, it started turning, not on its axis, not like a coin on a smooth surface, but as a disk. It started turning counter clockwise, starting slowly, then faster and finally at a vertiginous speed.
I turned around, entered the house to tell my mother that my father had returned.
I found her in the kitchen. Because she constantly interrupted me, as she always did, I could impossibly clarify what it was all about. It took long, very long, before she agreed to come along. She dried her hands on a dishcloth, on her apron, then on another dishcloth. Then she walked ahead of me down the corridor, going outside.
We got out the door. Nothing remained there to be seen. It was dark and my mother got her right. She was dissatisfied and angry. She thought, henceforth I should listen to her, and to her solely.
I walked away from her, down the terrace steps. She followed me. We discerned nothing, but I knew the way. I knew we were passing lilacs, then a golden rain. There resided a statue that had never been finished, as well as nice and quiet breughelian trees. My mother complained.
On the other side of the house, in the courtyard, gravel crunched under our feet. Only when we arrived at the southern front, we saw what I was looking for.
Across a large lawn, high above tall pine trees, a number of large, luminous rings hung in the sky.
They reminded me of the Olympic Games logo.
Those rings remained motionless, while illuminating the park.
I tried to avoid thinking of the Olympic logo, but I did nonetheless."
Translation: Jeroen Boland