Bas, he found everyday life so untrue. He turned over and smelled his hands again. The flavor was still there, and he remembered the experience he had yesterday as if it happened again. When he experienced a certain reality, it would not change in a split second. That was his thought. But flavors changed. What was real for Bas, was not real the next moment. His reality was something like experiencing grass on a 12m high stage. High in the air an airplane passed. He turned again. He felt it was enough. There was more to experience. Slowly his toes reached the floor. Would he awaken the beautiful woman next to him? Just to tell her softly that it was time for him to move on? Time for another reality? No, would you? Would anyone? We better leave them alone, asleep. Bas wanted to go without making any noise, not giving her the idea of his new found reality. The floor was cold. The wooden parts were noisy under his feet. He did not dare to turn and watch her. He would wake her up. He would be aware of her beauty and stay. Or would he stay to watch her movements? He considered that action, stepped forward and looked over his left shoulder. Than he did a next step. She was still in this other reality. Possibly she dreamed about him, or about the grass on a 12m high stage? Grass that was for her to walk on. Before him he saw the bathroom. He walked over the threshold, closed the door, switched the light and stepped in the shower. Slowly the flavor vanished away. He needed lots of water, lots of warm water to wash away his past dreams. Now he found out that in order to reach a higher platform, he should find different grass to walk on. There was no other possibility. No way back. He had left the grass of his past. Ella stayed just where she was. With lots of water, a never ending shower, it really felt like a warm whom. There he could ask for new opportunities. Suddenly he stopped the water and stepped out. It was time for a towel and singing births. They were so happy having a party on the side of the roof. For them yesterday was really gone too. Would they smell their feet in order to remember yesterdays emotions? Did they experience another truth in every new moment? Bas did not know, stalled his toothbrush, straightened the bathroom carpet and took his trousers, blouse and socks. He even switched off the light before he opened the bathroom door. You could hear him walking on the tiles. Ella turned and exhaled. Somewhere far away he saw a glimp of her body. He felt her warm touch, while he walked down the stairs and entered the living room. Yesterday everything was just different. He had looked through other eyes and had met Ella at the train station. Straightaway he knew she was different. They had coffee. They sat at brown tables. Ella had pulled him in her world of desire and different experiences. She had that particular voice, that feeling. She looked a little shy, but you could easily get the wrong impression. Ella had a world of imagination and she began to tell about an adventure she experienced once. Right in this moment Bas understood what she really told him. It was marvelous. If she knew what was coming. Actually awkward too. Did she knew what was coming about? Was she so open minded? Another airplane passed over his head. The first three thousand meters were very noisy. After that it was ok. He could think again. Yesterday Ella drunk her coffee with lots of milk. Like a stranger she had been for him, but had changed just quickly. His feelings for order disappeared after looking in her eyes for a little longer. Worlds passed, possibilities were shown. Changes were looked upon again, in another way than was normal to him. Ella helped to destroy his world and to build another within two and half hours. Bas putted water on for tea. It was too early for coffee for him. What would normally feel now? How did he feel? He asked himself but he could not think. The morning, his morning had begun, but it was like he was not there. What had really happened? "My name is Ella!", Ella said and sat down. He did not ask her name yet. They did come to it. It did not seem of any importance. Now Bas glanced at Ella's face and said: "You really have a beautiful name. My name is Bas" "I know", she whispered. 'Hello Bas!" "Really? How...?" "Written on your bag, on your etui and at the back of your phone. . . ", answered Ella with a smile. "Ooo", said Bas, while he felt threatened a little. "Don't worry. I only know a few things before others do." "Then I am to transparent for you?..." "No problem! Many people are to me. I know that you wear funny slippers at your home, shuts off the television properly and you never forget to brush your teeth... " And she smiled like no woman could do, according to Bas. That Ella, she knew everything about him from the start. More than his mum knew... Maybe, she even understood him, he thought. She teased: "I am very sure that you are very peace full, will dry your back properly after a good shower and you will use no body lotion..." After her words she just smiled at Bas and he just answered: "You are in the right, but how do you know all of this?..." He had had only time to groove. The time for running away had passed over the last few minutes. Then they had never really met each other. Now they did, while it had started with Bas asking for the daily paper. She said 'no', was not reading it and laughed. Then she stated that he had not everything he wanted. "Why ask everything...?", she said and looked openly at him. After that their conversation just started about the jobs they both did not do. Why would they talk about something they knew already, she said and he just followed her. Later they left the train at the same platform and station, not rushing off like they were in a hurry. "I know quit much about the people I meet", she purred out. "According to me, that is because I have a good nose> I belief it is because of the right winds. If I take a good breath, I smell the ingredients as with soup... " "Tell me more . . . ", said Bas and his smile form an earlier moment was back. "It is easy! I just know how you are, cause you are one of the people who is absolutely good organized. Isn't so?" "Yep, that is right!" Bas drunk his first cup of tea and thought about yesterday, the day everything changed. He hadn't had bread, like he usually did. He had opened the curtains. It had really changed. No, and there was no way back. Another truth, life, reality and experience. The challenge had started. For this there occurred time. Even if he had that feeling of grass at a certain height, this was yesterday. "Where do belief in? Do you belief that the sun and the moon circle around the earth? Do you think that people are made to see everything in one certain way?" Many questions to answer. "Yes, but then again no", Bas answered and therewith he gave Ella the sign she looked for, to destroy Bas’s past life. Afterwards or now in this very moment, he had understood. There was only little time needed to change his views. And he never before took the time to really change his views. He hadn't simply had the time for this and it didn't interest him. Why would it, he had asked then. Now, he asked himself why it never did. Everything just went. Did he really need Ella for this?... Yep, he thought, with a happy smile on his face. Ella said: "You drink coffee from a mug. You want to see everything in one certain way. And you never really meet a woman in the train . . . " She kept confronting him. "Why . . .?" He didn't come any further. Did she try to saw his body into two parts, he wanted to think, but his thinking did not work anymore. At the very moment he asked for the paper everything had changed. He had seen her strength in her eyes. She uttered the words that didn't come to his mind anymore. "Because you are actually different than how you behave. Your creativity is eaten by that usual self, you think you are. You are not aware of this, but everything happens with a reason. Yes, in a certain moment of time and at a way chosen long before. The real you does not know the wine you drink any longer than two minutes before. But all the wine you will ever drink, is drunk by many others before. You know this, like you know the others.. . . " "So you are saying that I am like a clock not able to change anything. . . ?!" "You can change, but you are not alert to change now. That is why change is very difficult to you. You live for the things you know already. You like to put everything into corners. Still you are curious. . . " Bas felt lost in their conversation. She had said so much, never stopped. Where was the structure, the one he brought in every conversation? "Even now you want structure", she said just staring at him, "You are not easy to stop. The only relief I got for you is: there are quite many persons like you! They do the same." Ella did not sound a bit hopeful for a new reality. What had Bas to do with all of this? What could he change and did he really want this? That were new questions to him. What would change him, that would be new! Wasn't everyone just ever the same? "You can change everything, Bas, even your thoughts. You know this now...!", Ella went on. "You can change the color of your life, so that it fits your feelings of today. Nobody tells you to stay stuck with whatever!" Bas sat devastated. He wanted to change the colors of his home, change his life if it had reason. To change without seeing why or just because of a feeling, he never did before. His coffee cup was empty. He sat turning his ash on the seat. And she, Ella, she sat and looked so quietly at him. Only her beautiful eyes brought him peace. That eyes kept him in his chair. He would not run this time. "More coffee? Or would you prefer something else? Tastier . . . ?", Ella said. "Yes, something more tastier . . . ", Bas said, with astonishment about his own answer. Where did this came from? Her lovely eyes must be accountable for this. Slowly he loosened up. Ella kept talking. Telling him story after story. Who things had to be threatened and either way. About her relatives and her past life. She told him for instance how she used only one shampoo, not being able to wash her hair for a long period, because she couldn't find the shampoo in the shops. This was before something had changed in her life, she said. "I have had fears and was afraid that everything I did was wrong. I was unsure of everything! I wasn't a beauty, could do nothing right, listened to all the others first. My dad was always in my head telling me what I should do different. Do you know this. . . ?!" Bas nodded. He recognized himself. Maybe he could use some change, he finally acknowledged. They drunk four glasses of wine and ate something. It wasn't much, because they talked so much. And then had Ella moved her hand to his neck, suddenly she touched his face so softly and kissed him, only one little kiss on his lips. She started without any warning. Without any connection to what they just said. She had taken him by surprise completely. Although so pleasantly. "This felt good. . . ", was the only thing Bas could bring out. "You got lovely lips!", Ella said quasi nasty. "You beautiful eyes . . .!", Bas finally said what made him stay, and he moved his face closer to hers. Her tete a tete had begun. From this moment on their words were not more powerful and above. Their kisses and soft touch were about to bring another reality to the surface. "Shall we go?" "Yes" No more to say. Their hands and lips kept touching. That was enough. On the threshold of his house was her hand on his belly, her hands pulling his blouse from his trousers enough for a new experience. And when they entered the bedroom there kisses and wetted embracement enough to sink away. Words were from another reality. They never talked about the actions afterwards. Her body fitted in the night with passion in that body of his. He could change. His reality had changed. Ella brought him back to his senses. With feelings, without words. With a change he longed for that long... The tea was already cold... He thought of her, her touch of her hands on his body. He made orange jus and went upstairs, after calling off his work by phone. Then he forgot the jus on the table next to the bed and softly curled against her body, enjoying a talk without any words... THIS WAS THE ELLA, WHO SAW TO HIS CHANGE, HIS LIFE WITH AN OPEN END.