{"id":5077,"date":"2015-06-19T12:53:55","date_gmt":"2015-06-19T09:53:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=5077"},"modified":"2021-12-13T14:55:43","modified_gmt":"2021-12-13T12:55:43","slug":"waiting-for-the-cranes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=5077","title":{"rendered":"Waiting for the cranes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"cocori\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/cocori.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-5078\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/cocori-250x250.jpg\" alt=\"cocori\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/cocori-250x250.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/06\/cocori-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Waiting for the cranes<\/p>\n<p>And again, time takes another path, back through the years, at that age of innocence, when her Papa was young and her only hero. She was around four years old, a wild child, only dark hair and dark big eyes, widely open. They lived in an old Jewish house, an inheritance of her father from his Jewish relatives who left the country and went to Israel, leaving behind a lonely Papa. That house had a wonderful yard, with lots of trees, flowers, places to hide. In spring she&#8217;d have the wildest time to express herself. First it was her strong belief that, all the migratory birds would come back to her country personally for her. Then all the trees (particularly the one at her window!) would blossom only for her and spring would come every year just to be her toy.<br \/>\nHence, every year in late March she hid herself on the roof of their summer kitchen (easy to climb on for a restless child), nobody could find her there, and she was silently waiting for the cranes.<br \/>\nShe had the strong belief that they are coming back from other lands just for her and she would see the exact moment the first crane will appear on the horizon in the evening, if she waited for it peacefully, silently, faithfully.<br \/>\nShe always went missing at the exact moment her family was gathering around the table, so her mother always had to scream her name, to search for her, to threaten her, and so on\u2026<br \/>\nThe first year went well, without big punishments but also with big disappointments, because she could not see her cranes at the moment they entered her country. The second year though brought her a bigger surprise: her father.<br \/>\nThe same ritual, she was missing from the dinner table, her mother was nervous, it was late March and she was on the roof waiting. But this time, while everybody was searching for her, father saw her sitting on the roof and holding her knees patiently, and he came next to her, climbing on the same roof, sat in the same position and started to wait\u2026<br \/>\nHe did not ask anything, did not say anything\u2026 After a few minutes, he whispered: \u201cwhat are we waiting for?\u201d\u2026<br \/>\nAnd then she told him her secret: \u201cthe cranes, Papa!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5077","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5077","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5077"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5077\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10537,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5077\/revisions\/10537"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5077"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5077"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5077"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}