The fetish hunt
The morning light shines blindingly.
A slight breeze blows my hair out of my face.
Nonetheless, it brings very little comfort. The asphyxiating heat manages to cut every single breath.
I walk slowly, following the trail, blending in my surroundings as much as I possibly can.
I’m surrounded by plastic kaleidoscope jungles of colorful wonders and the extravagant creatures who inhabit this territory. They all observe me as i walk by, an alien in their land, a ridiculous and uncoordinated trespasser.
I try not to make any sudden movements and look down as i walk past them but they still howl strange words at me. I ignore them and hurry forward.
I am near now and I know it.
The adrenaline is pumping in my veins and the excitement escalates with every step.
And right there, without warning, a red framed cavern pulls me into its spell.
A massive gatekeeper welcomes me with a complicit look. We smile at each other with mutual understanding as he gestures me to enter the cave of a thousand and one shoes.
I take a first shy step in and I’m directly engulfed by the overwhelming sight and my eyes light up in stupefaction.
Whoever said less is more was clearly wrong in this case. More and more and more is more. My eyes have a hard time adjusting to the abundance and i suddenly feel like a child unleashed in a candy store.
I start digging, searching, shoveling and scooping out, in hope to find the lost, the buried, the forgotten treasures of another era.
I transpose myself in the skin of an archeologist, an explorer, a modern day, more colorful Indiana Jones, discovering a lost artifact and all its secrets. The spectrum of colors call on me to find them, those precious flashy jewels worn by the kings and queens of the noble disco era.
But no hunt is complete without stumbling upon the crown jewel of the collection. The shining plastic pink diamonds stood on the very top of the very highest pile, glowing gloriously like a holy relic waiting to be saved. As i reach for them, I almost dread the worst in fear of having the whole cave crumble at my feet. I stand on the tip of my toes and catch them in relief and triumph. My own Ruby Slippers, slightly more plastic, slightly more pink, but just as magical.
I leave the cavern and bow my head to the gatekeeper in great gratitude as I take away a piece of his collection to introduce it to mine.
I walk back out into the jungle, head held high, pink plastic slippers at my feet, carrying me away to their world of wonders.