PERSIAN CARPET

I was going out from the Subway to give a package to a friend. I arrived at his little and colorful neighborhood, and in front of a house I saw something flying. It was a man dressed as a merman but with a pair of wings on the sides of his chest. It was like he was swimming in the air. Something that captured my attention. How is it possible to fly!

I understood that it was a performance and I realized that something kept him attached to the ground, some threads. But I never knew if the threads leave him suspended or kept him tied to the ground so he didn’t go flying away.

I got really exited and I congratulated him for such an amazing performance. He, grateful and kind, invited me to go in his house. I assumed he was gay, so for me it was like going inside where the wolf lives, so I said no. Angry, he insisted, I realized that it was getting heavy and I went away.

But I was charging a bag in my back with a small Persian carpet inside, so it got stuck with some threads of the costume, I didn’t care and I kept walking, but there was a moment when I couldn’t keep going because there was hundred of threads that kept me stuck at his costume.

He begged me to stop because the costume was really expensive. I thought it and decided to stop and unstuck the threads nicely so the costume was ok.

Once we did it, we realized that my Persian carpet got damaged but one of his assistants stewed it back and I went.