On her way through the village Jaluna’s attention is attracted by a boy, outstanding in some manner, and from the very first moment on he is on fire for her and immediately talks to her!
Jérèmie makes a bee-line and asks for her name. He tells her that he is fascinated from her and that he could not sleep tonight thinking only of her, if she would not give him a chance and identify herself for him. Her charming heterophoria stroke him just on the second view: “I am an artist,” and he longed to see her again. He desired to go out for a coffee with her: “I am looking for people to examine my works and think up new ones and, well, also the other things! – I am looking for a girl who inspires me!” He worked on a construction including construction drawings for a concept of a parallel world. “One coffee, maybe”, consented Jaluna curiously.
After some moments of common contemplation, sitting together, Jaluna and Jérèmie exchanged their views about the tristesse of their lives and the need of humans to fill the unaccomplished reality with an illusion…as Jérèmie fetches his worn booklet: His concept of the parallel world, in which he browsed every now and then to while away his time. It was about an alchemist trying to conjure the earth ghost and to gain reputation as an advocate by helping people out of their tristesse.
Together Jérèmie and Jaluna decide to make their way to the scary castle to look what is hidden and to explore the unknown third. Like a map the booklet with its constructions would help to open up the parallel world. Jérèmie flipped the booklet open and read. The words formed a wonderful story. It was about luck and decisions. People made decisions from different reasons. While reading, Jérèmie and Jaluna were ensnared by tendrils. Lines and sentences kneaded into leaves, into blossoms! Out of her boredom and the craving to be different, a second world rises around them: The story reflects another reality.
– Every single letter leads to new ramifications and butterflies appear on the tendrils. We can perceive insects chirring around! They placed the booklet next to them and began to dream …
An image pops-up from the booklet, representing a miniature of the village square, slowly prospering. The protagonists transform to little figures, positioned on the game board. The whirl pulls Jérèmie and Jaluna into a kindchenschema and they become transformed so that they can go on a trip as small figures to resume the concept of the story. It is not their witchcraft, but it is the magic of the story and the interest in their illusion that pulls the two friends into frenzy that hives off into a separate story. The freedom of fantasy cannot be construed as refuge into the unreal.
Ornaments begin to proliferate, forming various branches and tendrils, butterflies fly through the air and the figures walk through the allies of the miniature model of the village. You can find every detail in cold print in the booklet and the second world became part of the imagined reality, which would always accompany Jérèmie and Jaluna in their lives. At the end of the alley they hit upon the hill carrying the scary castle on its shoulders. The gate is widely opened, so Jérèmie and Jaluna enter. They enter and find themselves in the darkness. Behind them, the gate jars while shutting.
All alone, Jérèmie and Jaluna wish to conjure the earth ghost: There is a crucifix with marionette threads on the table; further marionettes with different features and functions hang there and our two friends begin to play curiously with the marionettes. Jaluna’s puppet on the string plays the violin, Jérèmie makes the other puppets dancing to the song. One mimes an actor reciting a passage.
Further, at the podium an academic with mortarboard stands barefoot in the middle of a fire circle. He wishes to invent a new toy, kids are playing with to escape from the tristesse on weekdays.
“There is no priest inventing new toys
Watch out for an idea in the box of toys, never disappearing
Boys and girls are looking for a mask
colored in black and white and they are asking for the idea of the toy close to them
If the game affords advantageous chances,
they believe the countersigned king, accommodating a number of harmonies
He is the sheppard, we are the sheep
he had made once the anti toy seeming new and bright
The anti toy elapses one day, would it be reissued, yet
There is not missing an speckle on an iota
He himself played with it,
in political correctness and compatible harmony,
now they have a bright new toy, not boring anyone,”
while Jaluna gets excited.
The flush of the words drags Jaluna through the ornaments of the story. She is now dressed in a black robe with her miniskirt. Wafted to the desk and in the game played as marionette, she receives a mortarboard that is handed in by angels. She touches the tassel with a finger and a child floats in a hurry to the podium: Now she becomes one of the puppets that takes the position of the protagonist and goes on knitting the story. Leaned at the podium, she bends over, bends back, until the ornamentation of the picture is rebuilt by orchestrating the image of the proliferating ornaments. Jaluna stands upright in front of the desk, as sun is shining in red light through the window. There is a cross lightening blue, then the ghost of the earth appears in the daydream:
“You got an anti toy
colored in black and white,
the mask of transformation
is something you nearly understand,”
and it disappears again.
Passing the stone walls of the castle, we now find ourselves outside. The castle is surrounded by green, deep lively green on fields and hills. You can see silhouettes of ravens playing in the lush green grass. Once they find something of interest, the ravens behave like children. Picking some moss, one raven presents it with his beak to the others. Some strut between the blades and take off to a flight around the castle, just before the raven can attract their attention. They fly up and down and always circling around the arches of the room, where Jérèmie and Jaluna were enchanted by their game, and gather in the upper floors of the mysterious castle. As if they deliberate, you wait for their take-off. Then they raise into the air. The ravens fly higher to the upper floors where a loge emerges. Somebody is sitting in the loge and overviews the situation and the inexpressible sign of the earth ghost in Jaluna’s and Jérèmie’s game.
The shadows of the figures collapse and fall onto the floor arousing a porcelain puppet. It flashes and twitches and the porcelain puppet is livened up…a little bit dishellved – somebody cut her hair and her glass eye sits crookedly in its socket. The puppet walks around dazzlingly, shouting lamenting words: “Snip snip, hairs off. Prick the needles into my marrow. Stuff and stuff and click and clack. Oh no, no enamel on the eye anymore. Snip and snip, hairs off. Prick and prick my soul. Stuffed, stuffed, patched, but the ghost does not turn up to me!”
She goes upstairs to the gallery, opening the door and standing accusatory face to face to the person we just have seen. “That is magic! Everything seems jinxed and I cannot figure it out!” – But this girl does not have much sympathy for all this: “Everything is shipshape, if you like to see yourself in the mirror! I am not out of expectations! Society has duties, my family imposes a role on me and when dealing with other people expectations were fomented and I try my best to fulfill these. I cannot clear every doubt that somebody intends to pin on me. I must not forget to be myself and I must remain true to myself!”
Jérèmie rises behind the small stage and packs the suitcase that has served as stage before. First the suitcase was unfold, like the construction drawing of a cube, and had the shape of the mysterious castle. Afar it looked as is giants were sitting in front of a castle, but the building was as big as their knees and now the castle was folded like a bag. They let the marionettes disappear, snap shut, transformed back into Jérèmie’s booklet and he takes it under his arm, leaving the place with Jaluna.
Our journey through the scene goes away from the hill and away from the place, where once the mysterious castle was standing, away from Jaluna and her new friend Jérèmie. They stand together and the darkness of the night shines through the clouds. Balloons ascend and confetti falls. Steamers and garlands were unfurled, waving in the breeze and swinging in all colors.
There is hustle and bustle on village square down to a fair. Some showmen sell things in their booths, some sit together and have a party. A band performs on stage, in front the people make music and drink. People cross our way, they come together into a cluster and behind us they diffuse again. Among the crowd the craftsman known from the mirrors gadded around: on his back an apparatus propelled by tiny bat wings, on his head a bowler. With his vendor’s tray he sells his apparatus to children who come him across on the square. The bat wings on their backs would catapult the boys over rough and smooth! Some would even fly far away with the bat apparatus, as they would report! Some children would state that you only need little run-up. You would not reach the tower clock but it would feel funny as if you have back wind and could jump in a great distance over a stone, further than normal.
Suddenly pages of the book flutter through the scene, the hustle and everything else gathering on the square vanish into the book which closes with a snap and settles up into the shelf of a children’s room, while on the village square a stone bay came to life. It is a bird which begins to glide through the air. High above the heads of figures it flies over the hustle. – It makes a turn before it leaves the scenario completely. Ornaments start to proliferate when the gleaming silhouettes of various items disappear into the past behind all sorts of lumber and shrink down. Toys, cartons and a hobbyhorse lay around. There is a knight’s castle, very much looking like our scurrile mysterious castle. The view departs from the toys under the bed. Bed legs are visible and the bed frame is composed. We find ourselves in a children’s room, a little midget between the sheets rubbing his sleepy eyes. His dreams were amazing! He was inspired by Jérèmie’s role. He wished to have a girl like Jaluna, who would reveal the ultimate secrets from the hidden with the strength of her fantasy world and who would dare to conjure up the earth ghost!