by Noemi Szadeczky-Kardoss
We are just newcomers on this planet. Those, who arrived here before us, have every right to claim that it belongs to them. We marvel at things they hold to be commonplace, and they laugh at our childlike curiosity.
“Look! There’s a cat! It’s coming down the path!” my ten-year-old brother said and pointed down the valley.
“Yeah, I see it! It’s black and white.” I was holding the binoculars to my eyes and followed the cat’s way down the path which was paved with stone slabs.
“I want to see it too! Give that to me!” he demanded and snatched the binoculars out of my hand.
“Hey, don’t drop it!”
“I won’t,” he said and started to sweep the distant trees and bushes. “Where’s the cat? I don’t see it.”
In that moment, I didn’t see it either. It had probably stopped somewhere under the leaves.