ELISA'S CLOSET.

She is not the only person who lives segregated in this world of ours.

But, I think I have to talk about it here, because her condition offers meaningful elements for everyone.

It will seem like a strange story to you, but you will surely be able to recognize the meanings it contains.

I barely know this almost 40-year-old person named Elisa.

Still pleasant and attractive in appearance, she does not present any physical impairment or psychic disturbances recognized by modern medicine.

Her salient feature is that she never leaves the house.

She lives, alone, in a one-room flat on the outskirts of a Belgian city, where she moved to after the tragic death of her parents when she was a teenager.

She is not a prisoner of anyone else but herself.

She has now organized herself and she doesn't even feel the need for someone to help her with household chores.

A compliant Import-Export company delivers all the products that may be of some use to your home.

So, she feels like she's lacking nothing!

Every morning, after vacuuming and tidying up the kitchenette, there's nothing left for her to do but indulge in her favorite pastime.

She shuts herself inside the closet to "meditate".

She has cleared its shelves, getting rid of any obstacles.

Thus there is room for a comfortable wicker chair, which rests on a box of medicines, taken in a burnished metal trellis, whose usefulness is not understood.

In there - once the two doors are closed - the darkness is total.

She can't see the outlines of her hands, much less other parts of her body.

But she experiences a wonderful sensation, which the daylight would greatly thwart.

She dreams, without even closing her eyes.

She flies, and the surrounding darkness hides nothing, it's an infinite expanse of meadows in bloom, a rushing river, from which many salmon in love jump.

She sees her feet in shoes that walk on the clouds without sinking.

Her mouth becomes an incandescent rose, the sun admires her in the middle of a frozen lake.

When the wind ruffles her hair, long as ropes stretched between high mountains, she hears the soothing sound of a waterfall.

She lets herself be enchanted by that black abyss, from which it is easy to let oneself be absorbed.

For others it would be a distressing sensation, a psychic test impossible to overcome.

For Elisa it is a known environment, an affectionate friend, whom she always trusts without fear.

Perhaps she's discovered what we are all looking for, but never found.

While we whirl after each other in the traffic of a large metropolis, she enjoys an ever new and reassuring landscape, she feels the joy of being millions of kilometers away from the miseries and aberrations of a life she hasn't chosen.

She smiles smugly, while we feel like screaming.....