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My grandfather had many stories.
No one really cared.
I didn’t believe him either.
Then one day he died, and I saw an unusual creature, that was when I started to believe him.
My grandfather told stories about some peculiar children who lived on a remote island.
They lived in a strange house, where no one could find them, and the sun was always shining.
He kept many vintage photographs of them.
They were able to do fascinating things.
There was a boy, who became invisible each time he wore no clothes.
There was a girl who wielded fireballs with her bare hands without ever got burnt.
There were two sisters, who talked to each other without ever saying a word.
And there was a girl, who walked without her feet touching the ground.
She was levitating so high up, that the others attached a string to her waist to keep her down.
A wise, old bird was looking after them.
The house looked abandoned, however, they all lived there.
They needed to hide.
On dark nights my mother always comforted me…
...that monsters did not exist.
Now I know that she lied.
I was there...
...and saw everything.
Each time...
...it happened.
Narrator: Amortours – Translator: pumukkli Prepared on: 26 January 2012