Once upon a time there
was a giant who lived in a slanted house. He did not live there alone, but with
his normal-sized family members: his mother and sister. There was also a
father, but he spent more time at a large lake in the south of the country. In
the lake, it was said, there were many treasures. The father regularly traveled to
this lake and searched for them. But he was so obsessed with it that he
unfortunately forgot about his family and did not return. The family was very sad
about it, but had to learn to live without the father. However, there were more
and more quarrels between the siblings. The mother tried again and again to
reconcile the two, but one day gave up exhausted. Thereupon, the giant decided
to go into exile - in a dark cave. The giant lived in this
dark cave for several years, without many contacts and in his own thoughts,
which were just as dark. He felt lost, not understood and like an outsider. He
was also tired of being a giant, because the people he knew who sometimes came
to visit him assumed he was strong. No one took his dark thoughts seriously. He
could no longer hear the phrases "it'll be okay" and "it's just
a phase." Deep inside, he longed for someone who would just listen to him
without judging, someone he could confide in without running away, someone who
not only saw his greatness but really perceived him - all his facets. Where would he find such
a person? Certainly not in this dark cave, he realized one day. And so he left
it to go in search of him.
