It’s 8PM, Christmas Eve, and my parents and I went to the village graveyard to light candles for our dead relatives. A few candles were already burning when we got there. As we were moving through the graves, I was thinking how the graveyard and the sky looked the same: dim lights on a black background.
On the news they said it was the warmest Christmas eve since the temperatures started to be recorded in Romania. In Bucharest it was 16 degrees Celsius (60 Fahrenheit).
We got back home and grabbed a bite to eat. Before I put my fork in the last of the sauerkraut, the house sunk into blackness. The lights went out. We lit a candle. There was no power in all of the village. Dad called the electricity company. He found out the power cut happened because of a fire that started on the Mayor’s property. He wasn’t home at that time and nobody got hurt.
It struck me that that was the best moment to watch the stars, so I put my jacket on and ran outside. They sky looked beautiful, and it felt like I was on the bottom of the Grand Canyon again, watching the Milky Way. Dogs were barking, there were some people shouting on the road. Among the stars, a jerking light flashed red and green.
I went back into the house and we started eating tangerines, filling our empty plates with peels.
“Could that blinking strange light be from a drone?” I asked my parents.
“It might be.” Replied Mum. “It might be protecting the lake or the forest.”
Dad got a call from one of his friend, who has two granddaughters: “Do they [the granddaughters] know how to sing carols?”, Dad asked his friend over the phone.
“Get them on the phone so we can hear them singing”, shouts Mom from her armchair across the table.
“Better not,” replied Dad, “as you’ll have to ask them for their bank account”. In my part of the country kids visit the houses sing carols and get money in return.
Later on, we called my brother who was out visiting with his high school colleagues.
Then the light comes back and all the machinery starts working again: the bulbs, the TV, the heating system, the washing machine, the wireless router, the Christmas lights.
There was something special about having no electrical power. There was silence. As I was looking at the sky, I was thinking how under a sky like that, Plato was pondering on knowledge and afterlife over 2000 years ago.
But thank God the power came back on so I can type all the magic on my blog.
Happy Christmas everyone!