Barcelona, Friday, 26 December 2003
Once, long time ago, I met an extraordinary person who was in her mid-fifties and the smallest woman I had ever met, sixty centimetres tall more o less. Her body was tubby, in fact it was easier to jump over her that turner her around. Her face was round with a small short pointed nose and warmed by big light blue eyes. She had a little red mouth that always smiled showing her white teeth. If you looked out her you would feel welcome. I found she was friendly, kind and good-natured.
Her clothes were a bit of a disaster because they didn’t much. Her long dark blue skirt was Victorian in style and she was wearing a red shirt with a short wide pink tie. When she laughed her shoes laughed too because their tips were open showing two green and yellow socks.
After I had spoken to her for a short time I saw that she was a wonderful, extraordinary and hard-working fairy. Her job was to turn naughty boys and girls form Barcelona into generous, honest and friendly adults.
Since then I have believed in fairies.