Sweet and bitter autumn memories
Seven autumns ago, in my pre-kid era, while roaming free along the high bank of the Vedea River, I met my first hedgehog. Riciu. The one in the photo, so cute and friendly! I actually touched him and he didn’t move an inch! Which might have been a big problem, as I realized after the first few seconds of euphoria.
I was very worried that night. I went to check on him, first thing in the morning, determined to take him home this time. I couldn’t find him anywhere and thought it was a sign of good health. Hooray!
A week later, while crossing a corridor in the Prefecture’s building, an old man stopped me and asked me to help him. He was illiterate and needed to write an application for social aid. I can’t remember the details, except that he was a very thin and shy widower in his 80s, with no family or house, sheltered for too long by a nephew in an impoverished home.
I talked to the lady clerk and she confirmed that I could write the application for him. Which I did, and never met him again. It didn't even occur to me to take him home, though. Strange, isn’t it?
I really hope Riciu and the old man made it through the winter.