Chapter 56 Heart K... The past is gradually drifting away from its creator...

Our family drove north.There were four people in the car, two more than when we came from the south.The card game ended pretty well, but somehow I kept feeling like there was one card missing - the King of Hearts. On the way, we passed the garage with only one oiler, and I could see that Dad wanted to see the mysterious dwarf again.However, the clown has disappeared without a trace.I wasn't surprised, but Dad was swearing in disappointment. We asked neighbors about the Joker's whereabouts, but they all said that the garage had closed after the energy crisis of the seventies. This is the end of this long journey to the hometown of philosophers.My father and son found my mother in Athens and my grandfather in a small village in the Alps.But I also feel wounded in my soul, wounds that lie deep in European history.

It was a long time after returning home that my grandmother quietly told me that my grandfather Ludwig gave me all the properties under his name to inherit.She also told me that my grandfather used to joke that one day I would come to the village of Dürf and take over the little bakery. It has been several years since my father and son left the town of Allenal and traveled thousands of miles to Athens to find our mother lost in the fashion fairy tale.However, in my feeling, everything seems to have happened yesterday. I remember it well, sitting in the back of our beat-up Fiat all the way, and I will never forget the magnifying glass given to me by a dwarf on the Swiss border.I still have this magnifying glass, and my father can help me confirm that it was indeed given to me by the dwarf in the garage by the roadside.

I could swear my grandfather really had a goldfish in his bakery in the village of Dulph, and everybody saw it.Dad and I both remember a small cemetery decorated with white stones on the hill behind the cabin in the village of Dulf.The passage of time does not change the fact that an old baker in the village of Dürf once gave me a bag of buns.To this day, the pear flavor of the bottle of soda he bought me still remains in my body, and I have not forgotten that my grandfather once said that there is a drink that is much better than soda. But, is there really a little book hidden in the bun? Am I really sitting in the back seat of the car reading about Rainbow Soda and Magic Island? Is it possible that all this is just sitting in the car and imagining it? What about it? As the years passed, the past gradually drifted away from its creator, drifting further and further away, and the doubts in my heart became deeper and deeper.

Since the bun book was stolen by the clown, I had to rely on my memory to write down the story of the magic island.As for whether my records are correct-whether there is any embellishment, only the oracle of Delphi knows. It must have been the ancient prophecy of the Magic Island that made it dawn on me that the old baker I met in the village of Dürf was my grandfather.I had no idea who the old man I met was until I found my mother in Athens.But how did my grandfather find out that I was his grandson? I only have one answer: my grandfather, who wrote the Bun Book himself, has known about this ancient prophecy since the end of World War II.

Perhaps the greatest mystery is the place where our grandparents and grandchildren met - a small bakery in a mountain village in Switzerland.How did my dad and I get there? A dwarf with cold hands directing us to take a detour. On the way home, we met my grandmother and her elders in the same village.Or is this the greatest mystery? At the end of the day, the greatest mystery may be that we rescued moms from fashion fairy tales.The greatest thing in the world is love.Time can fade memory, but it cannot destroy love. Today, our family of four lives happily on the Norwegian island of Hisoy.

I say family of four because I now have a younger sister.She was walking on the road outside the house, stepping on fallen leaves and buckeyes.Her name is Tone Angelica, and she's turning five soon.This little girl chatters every day, as if she has endless things to say.Maybe one day she will become a great philosopher. As time went by, I gradually grew up.Time is also corrupting ancient temples and sinking even older islands into the sea. Is there really a little book hidden in the largest of the four buns in the bag? That question often comes to my mind.As Socrates said, I only know one thing, and that's that I don't know anything.

But I'm sure a clown still roams the world.He harassed the world everywhere.From time to time, he would suddenly appear in front of us, wearing the clown costume with bells on his body and two pairs of long donkey ears on his head.He would stare at us and ask: Who are you? Where are you from?