Tõestisündinud lugu? /A true story?

Ma mõtlesin, et võib-olla sobib Torukoll mõnda kingikotti ja nii on "Tilluke Delisa ja torukoll" nüüd raamatupoodides soodushinnaga. Tervelt 51% ehk 7.55 eur.

Kas te suudate uskuda, et Torukoll oli kunagi päriselt ka olemas? Et ta tegelikult ka elas meie Annelinna korteri vannitoa kapis? Ja lausa terve perega. Te ei usu? Ega mina ka ei usuks, kui ma ise seda ei teaks. Mina ju Suure Õena torukolli "leidsin". Ärge küsige, kust mul selline idee tuli, ilmselt ma lihtsalt olengi kogu aeg üks parasjagu veider tüüp olnud. 

Ei tea, kas Tilluke Delisa võiks Torukolliga uuesti sõbraks saada, või kasvame me siiski mingi hetk torukollidest välja. Igaveseks? Aga kui me oleme piisavalt lapsemeelsed? Mina millegi pärast usun, et Brucelee ja ta pere elavad ikka mõne korrusmaja torudes. Kui te teinekord kuulete vannitoa torudest kahtlast kahinat, siis koputage igaks juhuks sinna ja hüüdke vaikselt "Brucelee!"

"See on väga lihtne. Järgmine kord kui sa lähed wc-sse, siis koputa ettevaatlikult selle pruuni seinakapi peale. Kui nad kodus on, siis nad vastavad sulle."
Tilluke Delisa jäi kõhklevalt õele otsa vaatama ega suutnud otsustada, kas õe juttu seekord uskuda või mitte. Sellegi poolest otsustas ta katsetada. Järgmisel korral kui ta wc-sse läks, koputas ta arglikult pruunile seinakapile.
"Tere!" kostus hetk pärast koputust teiselt poolt kappi kellegi peenike hääl, "kes seal on?"
"Mina olen Delisa," vastas Tilluke Delisa arglikult.
"Ah sina oledki Tilluke Delisa," ütles peenike hääl teiselt poolt kappi, " ma olen sinust palju kuulnud."
"Sa oled minust kuulnud?" kordas Tilluke Delisa üllatunult. "Aga kes sina oled?"
"Mina," lausus peenike hääl teisel pool kappi, "Mina olen Brutselee."
"Brutselee,"sosistas Tilluke Delisa omaette. "Nad on siis tõepoolest olemas..."

  

When I was a teenager I had a little and sometimes annoying little sister. I mean, I still have a little sister, but she's not that annoying anymore. She can be, but she also can be quite cool (don't tell her that!). 

Well, when she was little - 8-9 years old, she always wanted to be in my room, but I had my own things to do. Like recording songs (from radio shows) to tape cassettes. Yes, saying it out, makes me feel old. We lived in an apartment block and sometimes the pipes from bathroom (when neighbours flushed for ex) made strange noices. "What is it?" my sister asked. "A pipe monster," I answered right away. 

"What is the monster called?" she asked. I looked at news paper in front of me, where there was an article about Bruce Lee. 

"Brucelee," I answered. That is how she found out there was a pipe monster called Brucelee living in the pipes. The funniest part is that I used to stand behind the bathroom door when she was in bathroom and pretend that a pipe monster is talking to her from the pipes ( there was a ventilation opening in the bathroom and when I talked behind the door it sounded like the voice came from the pipes). First Brucelee was on my side and told my little sister not to bother me, but after a while my sister started to complain to her new  friend when I had been too mean to her and I felt really bad. That is when Brucelee became my sisters ally against the Mean Big Sister (=me) and they shared secrets no one else knew. 

So the story of the Pipe Monster is actually a true story;) 

More photos of my favorite Fashion Sunday + book party HERE. God, I sometimes miss these events, but am so grateful for this experience.