Aylin has never been this nervous. The big day, she has been waiting since her childhood, finally arrived. What she was preparing could be considered both frightening and exiting. As she hold the mirror in front of herself, something was deeply disturbing. Her eyebrow. They were uneven, the right one was plucked to thin. What will be everybody thinking? The whole congregation will be watching, her friends and family. This is not something that would happen every day! She has to look good, even perfect! It might be vain, but how will she look in the pictures? She should also dress up! That couldn’t left to the dresser! That charlatan definitely would put some old rag on her. She wanted to do it herself. If she had already decided, she would like to do it right!
Of course, everybody asked why him? Rumour says he is so old, that his parents must have been born during the times of mythological chaos. But Aylin remained stubborn. She was old enough to decide what is good for her! There is no such peace when someone knows, her life would change completely. Her body is this gorgeous now for the last time. Who would tell, what happens after?
Her family and friends were worried. They couldn’t be as patently enthusiastic as she. They were concerned not seeing her again. Tough she wouldn’t have been living among them up until now either. Has always been walking five feet above the mother ground, as they say. And whenever she would talked to them, as if she would have been somewhere else, talking with someone elves. And now at last she would meet again all those she has been with all along. She was yet very curious.
Good heavens, she put the mirror aside. Her eyebrows miraculously were even. She was tired, more like exhausted. The time has come. Her dress impeccable, her hair in bun, her complexion with a touch of make-up. She drank a sip of water from river Lethe, laid on to her bed and started her journey down on river Styx to meet him. Hades.
Budapest, 4th August, 2018.
Translation: Rita Margit Ivanics
