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“The moon has fallen to earth” shouted Kim, pointing out to sea. Indeed the moon looked like huge yellow balloon sitting on the horizon. Kim’s Dad Aroon laughed gently.

“It is a Moon Illusion,” he said knowingly.

“What’s that?” asked Kim and his mother Isra together.

“It’s the way our brain tricks us into thinking the moon is larger when it is on the horizon. Near the horizon, the moon is close to objects of a size that we know, such as trees, buildings and so on. And since we can compare it in size to these objects we know, it appears larger.”

“Oh,” replied Kim and Isra amazed again at Aroon’s knowledge. Aroon was always reading or looking things up on the computers in the internet café. Most of the time Aroon was out fishing; but whenever he had some free time he spent it with his family, or feeding his hunger for learning. He would have loved to have gone to university; but it was only a dream, as he couldn’t afford it.

Isra did what she could for the family finances, by weaving palm leaves into baskets, hats and ornamental objects, and selling them to tourists. Kim helped her when he wasn’t attending school at the local Buddhist temple.

Kim believed his father about the moon; but Kim had a great imagination, and loved to make up stories about nearly everything. When seven year old Kim got home, he drew a huge moon floating on the top of the sea. Then he drew a big smiley face. He showed his mother the picture.

“Why is the moon smiling?” she asked him.

“Because he always wanted to take a dip in the sea, and then his dream came true.”

Isra was amused at this idea. “I think that would make a great story,” she said, patting Kim on the head approvingly.

Over the next few days, whenever Kim had a chance, he worked on his story. He also added more pictures to it. When it was finished he showed it to his parents. They were both very impressed with it.

“This would make a great animated story,” said Aroon. “Do you mind if I hang onto it for a while Kim?”

“No, Dad. That’s okay. But look after it.” Kim said smiling up at his dad.

During the week Aroon made frequent trips to the internet café. He found out that Thai animation entrepreneurs were reporting outstanding growth. He also learnt about the new Kantana Film and Animation Institute in Bangkok. He sent them an email about his son’s story. A week later he got an email from the Institute asking him to scan the pictures and story and email it to them. Aroon asked a cousin of his that worked in an office if he would do that for him. His cousin agreed to do it.

Aroon didn’t hear anything for a while. He hadn’t said anything to Kim or Isra, as he didn’t want them to have their hopes dashed. Just when he was giving up hope himself, he got an email to say that the institute were interested in the project and wanted to take it further. They invited the whole family to Bangkok to talk about it, and to meet Kim in particular. But Bangkok was a long way away and the family couldn’t afford the flight. Tears of frustration filled Aroon’s eyes. The man sitting at the computer next to him noticed.

“Bad news eh?”

Aroon told him the story, and the man listened quietly.

“Don’t worry my friend,” the man said putting a hand on Aroon’s shoulder. I’m a pilot with Thai Airways, I’m sure I could sort out some flight tickets for you. I always dreamed of being a pilot, and someone helped me to do that. Now I want to pass that good fortune on.”

Aroon took the man’s hand and shook it furiously.

“This means so much to me; if I can I will repay you. What is your name?”

“Sanouk Boonmee… and yours?”

“Aroon Srisai”

They exchanged contactable phone numbers, emails and addresses.

Within a few days return flight tickets to Bangkok came in the post. When Aroon told Kim and Isra the news, they couldn’t believe it. They had to borrow some suitcases from other family members, and bought a few new clothes in the market. Eventually the bags were neatly packed and the family were ready to go to the airport. A friend took them there in his Tuk Tuk. None of them had been on a plane before, and had mixed feelings of fear and excitement. When the plane took off they all closed their eyes and held hands. Once they were up, Kim couldn’t believe he was up with the clouds in the sky. When they started to descend he was amazed by all the little houses and paddy fields below him like a miniature world.

A man from the Institute came to greet them, and showed them to a hotel.

“We can’t afford to stay here,” Aroon whispered to the man.

“It’s okay, the Institute will pay for it. I’ll pick you up later to take you to the Institute.”

After freshening up, and having something to eat, they finally reached their destination. The Institute was a magnificent building that had won awards for its unique architecture. It had eight metre high hand-made brick walls. They were greeted warmly by creative directors, technical experts and artists. Kim and his story were praised, and they told him that they would bring his story to life, and that he would be rich and famous.

Kim was overwhelmed with happiness.

“Don’t tell me this is an illusion too. Dreams can come true for the moon and for us,” he teased his father.

“ I’ll have to agree with you,” Aroon chuckled.

 

 

 

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Posted November 19, 2013 by eileenmoynihan in Uncategorized

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