Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived with her parents in a flat in a big apartment building. The houses were big and gray and looked all the same. Fifteen of them, they were, from A to O, and she lived in L.
This meant that she had to pass eleven gray pillars to get to the bus stop. To her it looked like an endless row of gray where she walked by her parents.
She preferred to go the other way, only three buildings. There was a river with a stone bridge across, after that a path over the fields, a walk through the woods and finally she was there at her grandfather’s house.
It was one of those really old houses with large keys and real keyholes which you could look through to the other side. Her granddad was an old fellow, more or less glued to his walking stick. She loved to go there.
Her parents didn't know about her path there, over the bridge. They didn't know she visited him once in a while on her own. When she went there with her parents, they took the bus. Once they got there, dad would get the tent up for her to play in. When she was there on her own, granddad and she would play dice games and have fun. It wasn't that fun to go there with mom and dad, but usually granddad could sneak away from them by saying that nature called, and join her in the tent, playing dice.
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