After the long winter days, we are all eager to Sun, and so we look at the rain clouds with sadness in our already dove-grey eyes. We cannot see the sky.
Mojca finishes her work commitments. She parks the car and remembers that there is something to eat today. Luckily, the market is just a few steps away. She drags herself there, her mind already shredding warm soup as she sits on the sofa, cuddled up with a soft blanket.
Even though it's a quiet, rainy day, there are quite a few people in the market. A few are sitting outside the bars, bored and waiting for spring, sipping hot herbal and cold drinks made from hops, a few are standing outside the stalls waiting for home-grown produce, and a few are just wandering here and there. Mojca comes to life a little after her shopping and a short chat with the friendly readers, so she doesn't really get into the lukewarm vibe of the market. It's usually buzzing and bursting with energy, with people mingling and gossiping. But today, it's like a silent movie. But suddenly, from a nearby car park, we hear a woman's cries: 'Lord, help! Lord, please help!" The ladies shake their heads, but the gentlemen don't let them get in the way. Mrs Mojca flinches. For a moment she thinks of going to help, only what if she is not a gentleman. But where is this gentleman hiding? In this silent film, the screams do not reach the numb ears, let alone the hearts of the passing gentlemen.
Mrs Mojca, curious as she is, strides briskly in the direction of the piercing screams. An elderly lady lies helplessly in a deep puddle beside the car, and the lady who is screaming is holding her by one arm. Almost voiceless, she explains to Mojca: "My friend's knee is knocked out and she can't get up. I can't lift her myself. Even with your help, I'm sure it won't work. We need a man's hand."
Mojca doesn't let herself be pushed away, but launches her umbrella into the puddle and says firmly: "Come on, let's at least try!" She grabs the lady firmly from behind under the armpits, transforms for a moment into a heavy weight lifter and - hopala - with the combined efforts of both, the lady just landed on her feet 🙂 Just before she sat down from the wet puddle on the hard asphalt on the dry and soft car seat, the lady turned back to Mojca and said gratefully, "Just to see that face that saved me."
Mojca became speechless and frowned. How nice to help someone! Happy hormones flooded her body. Ugh, how nice to feel the energy of the sun, even in the rain.
Mojca Guzelj, 7. 3. 2025
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