Lisa was the prettiest in the village, but she lived in the most dilapidated house on the railway embankment.
Lisa was omnipresent: her swaying form, she already had breasts, her blue ones, eyes wreathed with lashes, her snub nose
and the shoulder length dark blonde curls, who loved to ruffle their foreheads even without a perm.
Lisa was one of the best in school and in sports. She didn't do the high jump with the leg scissors, but like Blanca Vlasic.
Maybe, well, Lisa was a little too chubby, but I very much doubt, if that's true, for soon she became thinner and thinner, and during sports you could see blue veins shimmering through her thin white legs, her milky doll's face stopped laughing and turned yellow.
Everyone knew, that Lisa had become anorexic, because her mother in the dilapidated house on the railway embankment, very, was very wide and lush. And because they didn't have a car, like the mothers of the nouveau riche, had to watch Lisa, the way her mother was looked at in the village: that's the woman from the old cider factory, her husband does the school lawn, otherwise it is not enough.
The old Mosti was also a dilapidated extension to the house, made of rotten wood and with broken windows. When I was younger, we often got apples and potatoes there. There was no lamp, only the light, shining through the broken windows, gave you a clue, what was lying around on the floor of the old Mosti: Sail, Cover, Skier, Sacks full of potatoes and turnips, paddling pools and dog houses … etc.
The roof was held up by braced beams. One of these beams could be climbed to another floor. I always looked there, while my mother packed the vegetables, I thought: where is lisa? Why doesn't she appear, there
above the ground in the attic? But Lisa never showed up in the Mosti, not once.
Apparently she had made up her mind, to vanish into thin air, because in the ninth grade, Lisa finally fit the gym pants of a four-year-old. Every day a loud Oahhhhhm went through the classes, when out in the hallway, Lisa collapsed again.
I do not know, how it went on. I think, Lisa got away from the village, went to high school and continued to do excellent work there. With her pretty looks she was now one of many. She never laughed. Nobody knew anything about their origin, and that she had made it her goal, to live in a house, later, in which one block of concrete sat on top of the other.
(30.7.22)