There was a man whose the whole house was built out of unsent letters. And the man in itself was just writing and writing and his house was getting bigger and bigger. His neighbors were a small mouse and a cat. He was feeding them up with stamps so he could have never sent his letters. He used to write to god to ask him for his plans. Once he loved a woman but she left long time ago from him. He could not sensed whether he was a happy man or not. He was so busy, so occupied that the only one thing he was thinking about was his letters. One day there was a girl passing by his house, amused with the shape and color of the house. She stopped by, knocked on the doors and asked if she can enter. It turned out that she was a beautiful woman and had her all time in the world to spend. She asked whether she could read some of the letters. Man didn't bother at all, he just asked the girl not to read the letters to god because they were quite personal. She nodded and took the first one:


First letter to R.
"There was a time when you were shining over the fjords of Norway as a star of North, that I was following coming back from trips. You were my harbor and my home. Never before and after I could have felt so connected to the world of gods and exctasy, connected to life, connected to sea and mountains. Never before I thought that there could exist someone who could as I believe in the same things, and that no word has to be uttered to understand each other. You embodied a spirit of love and unification for me each time I was looking into the Universe of your eyes. There was nothing except unity flawing in me to understand that one day you will vanish in the world the same as you arrived one day. Standing on the empty dock I smoke a cigarette and think about you in this dark night, dog running around eating rotten fishes heads and barking into a distance as if she would like to call you back. Now nothing has left from your presence except all that exists around. You are in each single move of the Ocean and in each falling snowflake in front of me. You are inside me in the place that once you took me. You are and just are."


Girl put a letter away, having a strange feeling of breaking into intimate world of an old man. She looked at the date of the letter. It was written fourty five years ago. -Strange, thought girl - ink is still as sharp and letters so vivid as if it had been written just an hour ago. She took another one that was subscribed to god, so as the old man told her she just put it away. She saw the first sentence, her eyes were faster than his hand. It was written:

First letter to god.
"Oh Lord want you buy me a Mercedes Benz"

Even stranger letter than the one to R. thought girl and didn't have any eager to look more through the pale of letters.

- Excuse me, sir. I think I will be going now. Thank you for your hospitality but my time is getting short and I need to go.

- Where are you going my dear? - asked an old man. - You have just arrived. I was writing letters for last few decades. Maybe you would like to help me to send them out.
Girl was surprised. What a strange proposition. Of course she could help him, she had nothing else to do for the rest of the day. She just wanted to escape from this weird house and this abnormal man. Finally she answered

- Ok, sir. I can help you but you have to put them into the envelopes, because I don't really want to read any more of your letters.

- There is nothing to worry about my dear. Those letters are just full of love. Like millions other letters sending each day in between people. But I respect your choice and I promise I will pack all of them only by myself.

A girl looked into the windows of letters and suddenly she was in the middle of the forest. An old man was standing by her side and letters were all packed addressed and ready to be sent. It lasted a millisecond and all was enveloped.

- How have you done it? asked surprised girl.

- Just another trick of an old man. Answered old man and grinned and behind his smile there was a warmth of a rising sun. - Let's harry up, a post office will be closed in fifteen minutes.


Girl was totally shocked, she didn't remember how did she get to this place, but now they were standing in the middle of a forest and this old man was telling her to hurry up not to miss a post office. Where the hell was a post office. And if there was really a one in a neighborhood. She couldn't ask him because old man was running far in front of her towards direction that she didn't know. On his left shoulder was sleeping a small mouse and cat was just a step behind him with its beautiful, glorious tale.

Suddenly she felt she could not move, she was immobilized, she wanted to scream but her voice was dumb. Old man turned back and tried to tell her something but she couldn't hear. She thought it's a dream so she tried to wake up. She moved in her bad. Next to her was sleeping her beloved one and in her legs a black dog was groaning while sleeping. She looked at both of them, then she stood up and came into the window. Behind an autumn wind was spreading falling leaves all around her mother's garden. She looked into the moon and sent him kiss. Another letter to god that has not been sent and one received from a friend. - What was it all about. She thought and turned back to her bad. She felt dizzy but after all a dream came upon over her. She was again in this forest of letters. An old man came closer to her. He took her hand and said that now all letters had been sent and that she doesn't have to worry any more about a post office.

When she woke up, the Sun was shinning through the curtains, in the kitchen a smell of frying eggs was snicking towards her room. It seemed that a day will be sunny and warm. A kind of winter day when all is sharp and magical.