One of my favorite childhood books was the one in a green cover smelling like our old bookshelves left after my grandfather. It was Gianni Rodari's Rome Fantasies. I remember the small funny parrot and the sun shining behind it, pictured on the cover, the feeling of happiness every time I opened it and the worlds it would take me to. Yes, the worlds of fantasies and impossible events: a nose that left the face of a gentleman, a sleepy robot from 2222, a town made of chocolate and many others. These were my first travels - the ones to the land of Gianni Rodari and my imagination.
As I was growing up, the love for special worlds was growing with me. There was another favorite and scary book - C.S.Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia, later came J.K.Rowling's Harry Potter and its revolutionary spirit, there were Aizek Azimov's robots, Orwell's 1984 and many many other worlds, these talented people allowed me to live in for a while.
And even yesterday I saw the world I have never thought of before - the one where LIE didn't exist. At all. I'm talking about Ricky Gervais's latest movie called The Invention of Lying - a brilliant idea in a probably a bit too simple performance. No lies, no religion, no expectations, no real politics or advertisement - pure world of bitter truth.
Unfortunately, there is one negative thing about the fiction - it ends. Whether it's the last page of a book or final credits - you always get this feeling when you HAVE to go back to the real world and live your real life. Why is it unfortunate for me?
Well, because this real world has no robots to do your job, no magic wands to make your problems fade away, no talking lions to share the life wisdom, no absolute truth to ensure the present or future, no chocolate cities to eat it all and die of endorphine overdose.
Just Orwell. And his 1984.
And this world is dark and scary and I don't like it at all.