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I was fifteen years old when I received the first evidence of another world, a world completely different from the one I was living in. That year at school I sat next to a girl called Helette Kniesel. She had long white hair and a fully developed bosom and was obsessed with the meaning of words.

One day in class she put up her hand and asked the teacher what the meaning of ‘parent’ was.

A parent is a person who takes care of you and shows you how the world works, said the teacher.

What if that person does not know how it works? asked Helette.

That person gave birth to you and is a figure of authority, said the teacher.

Rabbits give birth, said Helette, Are they figures of authority?

Yes, said the teacher, In the rabbit world.

The next day Helette put up her hand again.

What is a Spanish dancer? she asked.

What is wrong with you? said the teacher.

A Spanish dancer, said Helette, Is it a Spanish person who dances or a person who does Spanish dancing?

Both, said the teacher.

Does that mean two different things can be the same? asked Helette.

Sometimes, said the teacher.

Helette looked at me.

Last weekend we went to see the Spanish dancing, she whispered, Victoria Daniels who is repeating standard nine because of the baby, she has a brother who dances with them. He was born here but he is a Spanish dancer.

What do they do? I whispered.

The women have skirts and shawls, whispered Helette, They look really angry and hit the floor with their heels like those machines that flatten the road. I don’t like them. But the men are fantastic. They wear eyeliner and tight, tight, tight pants and very high heels.

Suddenly my mouth was dry.

They wear what? I whispered.

High heels, whispered Helette.

Everything around me started changing. At first I thought the sun was rising for a second time but then I looked up and saw a light bulb had appeared above my head.

My father thought it was disgusting, whispered Helette, My mother said maybe the men’s clothes got lost with all the travelling, but I thought they all looked pretty and normal.

Then she put up her hand and asked the teacher what the meaning of ‘normal’ was.

When something is normal, it is how it should be, said the teacher, It does not upset or scare or confuse us.

Helette put up her hand again.

Nobody’s upset or scared or confused when Reverend Stephens and Jonathan’s mother make the combi rock after choir practice, she said, Or when Gerry Polson throws up because his father makes him shoot animals on their holiday or when Mrs Redelinghuys buys cat food for her husband because he can’t see or when Mr Neethling’s shoes are wet because the sherry drips from the drawer in his desk. Does that mean it’s normal?

The teacher said nothing. She just looked really tired and sent Helette to the principal, who was Mr Neethling.

I woke up in the middle of the night because my room was so bright. I looked up and saw that the light bulb was still there.

It stayed there until I was old enough to leave the house and go look for the other world. A few times I have found it, more often I have lost it. It is hard when those around you can’t decide what’s normal and what is not. But I will always know there’s another world, a new and better one. And I will always be happy and excited because I will always be in tight, tight, tight pants and very high heels.

(from the Aula Concert, 2008)