The first step

It isn't that I'm not aware of her. In the background she is always present. As well in my dreams, as well in my daily activities, in my job, in my love life. But I pretend that it doesn't matter. I mislead myself that her ubiquity is like lust, suspension, greed or biases. And even if I will notice her, what will change? Can I direct evil, am I responsible for love and peace on earth?

Probably she would have been a constant factor in my life if I didn't decide to move away. To visit different countries, to learn new cultures. Was I fed up with my old life? Did I feel a prisoner in my own house? Anyway, one morning I wake up and I start packing my stuff: clothes, toilet ware, food stuff, computer. It isn't really clear to me what the journey will look like. Where to start? The sea? The mountains? The jungle? The desert? Actually, I don't mind. I trust my gut feeling, I count on my common sense.

When I pass my doorstep, when I mumble 'goodbye' to the familiar bricks and stones, I walk into her. The dragon. This is the first time I see her so close up. A massive godlike creature with a long neck and long tail. Her skin is scaly and glistens drearily in the early morning sun. From her serpent-like beak (sharp teeth, slithery tongue) fumes of smoke are escaping.

Although I should be petrified when she asks venomously 'Where do you think we are going?', I'm actually very relaxed and composed. I put down my luggage and offer her to come in (I realize that this is the first time I invite her into my house). Once inside, we drink coffee, have some chocolate-dipped cookies and we talk about politics and the weather. We could even become acquaintances (she start telling about her latest love affair) if it isn't for me who brings out a giant sword and cut off her ugly head. Like one cuts off the dark leaves from leek. One second I contemplate to take the dragon's head with me but instead I decide to pick the vinyl record of Seven Steps to Heaven.