The open Cellar Door


“One night a lonely house opened his cellar door.”

“Why the cellar door?” the little boy asked with eyes drunken in curiosity.

“As lonely as the house might be, the house wasn’t cheap so he wanted the company of someone who cared to come inside. Someone who would at least go around and look what the house is like.” The wise man said.

“But why? Wouldn’t the people think that the house belongs to someone.”

“You are quite a smart boy, That’s correct. The house belonged to someone. But this is long ago. The owner left this house for good. Despite his love for this house. He had to leave as he has other houses to build and he believed as he had treated the house so well, others will find love for the house and start to live in it and let the house be as it is built for.”

The wise man raises a brow and watches the little boy. There is no doubt the boy is already vividly imagining the house. More kids gather around the wise man as mice around cheese or as cats around those mice. And they start to ask what the house is built for.

And the wise man says: “The house is built for the ones who want to live in it. If someone decides to live there, the house would make all the room the person needs, it would provide food and it would even help the person find the secret treasure the owner had hidden in the cellar!”

“Why in the cellar?” another boy asked

“Because the cellar is the first place the people see and the last place they would expect the house to have a treasure!” The curious little boy answered.

“Very well concluded my little boy!” the wise man said excited. “But do you know what the problem is?”

“What?” all the children asked in a dreamy but little frightened chorus.

“No one truly wanted to live there! Every visitor who has found the house used it as some temporal hideout, a place not belonging to anybody! That’s why the front door was broken up and barricaded countless times. No one wanted to stay, no one felt to stay! Everybody was only using the house as long as they needed. They just took what they needed without replacing and the house got more and more sad. Now the front door cannot be opened anymore, it is broken and not even looking like an entry. There is still a welcome on the doormat but no door to enter. He stopped believing that anyone would come anymore or even if so stay for his sake.”

The children were listening in silence, trying to figure out what will happen to the house.

“One day the plants and animals gathered around the house and asked him why he is sad. The house told them the story and the animals laughed. They asked him to stop being sad move around and look for his own sake. The house shook his head and told them that he has no legs. The animals got more and more angry and said that there is no such thing which cannot move. The plants answered in his sake, that they know what the house mean and that there are things which cannot move as most of them can’t move themselves. And the animals, not knowing how to help, went away! Then the plants asked him why he’s not satisfied with himself? Why does he need someone to live inside? The house answered that as the plants need water and the sun to grow and live, the house needs people to live inside him. Without people he cannot grow and he needs them to be maintained. Without the people inside the house he has no purpose. Some of the smaller plants understood what the house meant but the big trees didn’t. They have long forgotten what it meant to be without sun and water. They always have enough of both as they are the first to see the sun and drink the water. They just shook their leafs in disagreement. The smaller ones had compassion at first but when time passed by they withered or grew big.”

The first kids were sleeping already and the others were getting a smaller and smaller group because they felt the story to be too long and too sad to listen. Others had to go when their parents came and took them away, because it was getting late or because they found it weird that so much children were sitting around an old man listening to his story. The wise man knew it, Stories were not loved anymore. Just so called facts matter to grownups and only those should be told to children they thought. Believing in things which are just felt and understood with imagination are primitive and not accepted anymore.

He closed his eyes and continued: “The time went by and the house fell apart. Plants grew up and animals died moving around or not. It didn’t matter. As the house turned into ruins a carpenter reached it. At that moment the house were looking like a pile of rocks. But behind the pile of rocks the carpenter found a wooden cellar door. He took it home and made a table out of it. As years went by the carpenter gave the table to his pregnant sister, who was alone. She loved it as the wood was nice and kids could play on it, without her concerning about if the table would brake, as it was strong. Her children loved the table as they draw on it what they liked. As days passed by one of the children found a knob with two puddle of water. The water was salty and it looked as if the table was crying in joy. The little kid…..”

“Hey wait, we have a knob on our table and I found two puddles of salty water!” The little child shouted out loud

The wise man smiled and babbled in his beard: “Take care of yourself and the people you love, old friend!” Then he stood up and said loudly: “Have you ever tried to open it?” 

The little child ran.

Farzam Seyed Fardowsi, 2013

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2 thoughts on “The open Cellar Door

  1. Danke, dass du mich daran erinnerst, wovor ich als kind (z.b. als ich den kleinen prinzen las) immer so viel angst hatte. niemals erwachsen werden um die schoenheit der dinge mit kindlicher euphorie, ehrlichkeit und unvoreingenommenheit wahrzunehmen. danke, dass ich mich als eines der kleinen kinder fuehlen durfte, die der geschichte gespannt zuhoeren.

    liebsten gruß!

    • Ja klar gerne. Hehe ich hab auch zwischenzeitlich daran gedacht, ob es nicht zu sehr in die Richtung kleiner Prinz geht. Aber mir ging es tatsächlich genau darum, dass man wie du erwähnt hast eben unvoreingenommen und dadurch auch von der anderen Seite etwas wahrnimmt als man es normal machen würde. Natürlich lässt die Geschichte sich auch auf tausende Themen projezieren (Haus = Umwelt, Gott, Die Suche nach der Liebe) 😉

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