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“Listen, why don’t you learn to pronounce the letter?” asked Matilda.

“We ain’t allowed!” the glamrocks answered. “A c’ash will happen if we say it!”

“Well, I’m telling you that there won’t be a crash. I’m your new mana. I decide! Understand?”

The glamrocks were shaken with indecision.

“But we ain’t allowed! It’s aboo!”

“Yes, you can! Repeat after me, ‘we are glamrocks’.”

The glamrocks exchanged glances and whispered to each other for a while, not yet ready to take such a decisive step. Finally, one of them stepped forward and said,

“We glam’o-o-ocks.”

“We glam’o-o-ocks.” The others followed on, no longer swallowing the letter ‘r’ but trying to pronounce it, at first, however, with little success.

“Repeat after me: crocodiles!”

“C’okodiles! C’okodiles!”

“Cheburashkas!”

“Chebuaashkas! Chebuaashkas!

“Brownie!”

“B’ownie! B’ownie!” the glamrocks said, trying hard to get it right.

“Go on, go on, you can do it! Ok, again: Leningrad rock-n-roll!”

The glamrocks were enlivened by these words and tried even harder. It is unlikely that they understood what they were saying but they obviously liked the words. And then a miracle happened. They did it!

“Leningrad! Leningrad!” they cried with enthusiasm. “Leningrad rock-n-roll!”

“You see!” said Matilda pleased with herself. “Well done! Now, repeat after me,

The glamrocks were clearly capable students. They easily repeated the unfamiliar words. But it didn’t matter to them that the words were unfamiliar. They just really enjoyed it because now they could say the letter too and there was no crash.

“Aba! Aba!” they shouted in delight. “We are glamrocks! We read gibberish! And we read the letter!”

The savages became excessively excited by the new opportunities now opening up before them and Matilda wondered how to calm them down before went seriously out of control.

“Stop, stop! Listen to me!” Matilda was only just able to make herself heard above the noise they were making. “Why do you read this gibberish?”

The glamrocks calmed down a little and then one of them replied,

“We must read gibberish.” and then they started up again. “Aba! I am reading the letter.”

The exclamation ‘aba’ appeared to be the glamrocks way of expressing delight. But Matilda interrupted the enthusiast.

“Yes, I understand, you read gibberish. But what is the point of it?”

The glamrocks seemed puzzled by the question.

“What is point’?” he asked, and then without waiting for an answer, added, “there does not need to be a point. There needs to be full!”

Matilda was beginning to realize that weaning them off their silly habit was beyond her and that it probably was not worth the effort anyway. After a little thought, she turned to them with the words,

“Right, so you don’t need there to be a point. In that case, I will teach you some new, magical gibberish. If you read it regularly and continuously, you won’t just be full, you’ll be wonderful. That’s more. That’s better.

The glamrocks seemed to be intrigued. Matilda gathered her thoughts and began to recite a chorus not yet wanting to overwhelm them with the song’s melody.

The glamrocks listened spellbound, and after Matilda had finished, they were silent for a few moments more. Then they burst into ecstatic exclamations:

“Mana-mia! Mana-mia! We have new gibberish! Won-der-ful! That’s more. That’s better. Aba! Aba!”

“Yes, it’s Abba,” Matilda said. “Now calm down, all of you! Listen, I’ll repeat it for you so that you can learn it by heart.”

“Mana-mia! We remember!” the glamrocks responded, then repeated it word for word in an out of tune chorus, only replacing ‘mama’ with the usual ‘mana’. Clearly their minds were unburdened with excess information, and so they could memorize and reproduce any word or phrase with ease.

“Well, what do you know!” said Matilda, surprised. “Okay, let’s go outside. It’s stuffy in here. Let’s go!”

The glamrocks obeyed and flocked behind Matilda who led them outside. But they could not calm down outside either. Overcome with emotion and very excited, they arranged themselves according to their custom in a circle and started stamping their feet, muttering their new gibberish.

“Mana-mia, hir a go egen…”

This time, they confidently uttered the letter, but the cheerful song had turned into a gloomy chant, like soldiers mechanically singing a boring drill song.

“Ma-na, dast ha mach a mist yu…”

Observing the stomping and mumbling, Matilda thought, ‘No, this is just another kind of frenzy. This won’t do. I need to get them going with something more positive.’

“Right, listen up!” commanded Matilda. “Stop where you are. Now we’re going to learn some new gibberish. In fact, it’s not just gibberish, it’s a song-dance. That’s even more! Even better! You will feel wonderful! Grip onto each other and repeat the movements and the words after me.”

The glamrocks were surprised, but obeyed, nonetheless. Matilda stood at the front of the line, placed the hands of the glamrock immediately behind on her waist warning him, ‘Don’t touch my bow!’, and began to sing, beginning the steps of a once fashionable dance.

Awkwardly out of time at first, the glamrocks copied Matilda’s movements, becoming increasingly coordinated and merry as they went along. It turned out that they were even capable of reproducing the melody. Even though it was new to them, it was clear that they loved the song-dance.

Anyone who has ever seen the letkajenkha performed with dancers jumping back and forth making funny movements with their feet can imagine what a spectacle it was to see the same dance performed by the glamrocks. The diva knew how much the good old dance had been made trite by the glamorous divas of today. But she was not quite as trivial as her ‘fellow tradeswomen’. Matilda valued everything that was real, which was why she sang and danced like they did in the good old days, which she loved, just as much as she loved the twist.

The glamrocks quickly mastered the melody and words, and were happily singing along, jumping about enthusiastically and throwing their legs out from under their robes. They were engulfed in an unfamiliar feeling they had never experienced until now – happiness.

Having danced to their heart’s content, they gathered around Matilda, and brimmingover with delight began to praise her in their own fashion.

“Mana-tida-enka! Mana-tida-enka! Invites us to dance!”

They would have gone on shouting for much longer, but Matilda waved her hands at them.

“Stop, that’s enough! I’m tired. I need a rest.”

As if filled with understanding, the glamrocks took her by the hands and walked her in the direction of the buildings shouting all the while.

“Mana-tida! Mana-tida-enka! You are our mana!”

They escorted her into the nearest house, carefully sat her down on something resembling a bed and left, respectfully stepping backwards as they went. The bed area was covered with hay. There was a table and a chair in the room, as well as some kind of toilet. The rest of the premises were empty and extremely austere. Round windows were positioned high up on every wall and there was just one door. Everything was made of the same unfamiliar, smooth material with which all the other buildings were trimmed. Despite being primitive, the construction of the dwelling was quite technically advanced, the only exception being the hay, who knows where that had come from here in the desert.

Matilda sighed with relief. They had left her alone at last. But not for long. Soon the door opened and a glamrock entered the house without knocking of course, (such were their manners), although carrying an offering. Only now did Matilda realize how hungry she was. The glamrock placed a tray on the table on which there was a cup, a spoon and a dish.

“What’s this?” asked Matilda.

“Food!” he answered concisely.

The cup contained water and the bowl, something that looked like beans. It did not smell too bad. Matilda tried the beans cautiously. Oddly enough the dish turned out to be quite tasty.

“Where did you get this?” she asked.

“Hlevjun gives it to us. There is lots of food!”

’Bastards’ thought Matilda. ‘Why did you want to eat me then if you have shit loads of grub?’ But she did not say anything. The glamrock did not say much and she did not have the slightest desire to start interrogating him. He left, walking backwards away from her and closing the door behind him. Finally, it seemed, the ceremonies for today were complete.

Matilda ate quickly, climbed onto the simple bed and covered herself in the hay. The bed was not up to much but in circumstances like these, there was no point in hoping for comfort. The poor thing was so tired from the events and emotions of the day that she could not fall asleep and instead burst into tears. Yes, everything had turned out well in the end. The glamorous diva had become the glamrocks’ goddess. But what next? What could Matilda do here in the city of glamrocks? Why should she stay?

Matilda was overcome with deep sorrow. ‘Was she really not destined to return home? Would life really never be again as it was before? Her old life remained in a carefree past that had not been valued and might now be lost forever. And no-one would ever put her to bed in clean sheets, kiss her little forehead and affectionately call her ‘Tili, darling’. She could remember her mother doing that. How was she now? She must be worried. And what about the others? Were they looking for her?’

With these sad thoughts, now totally exhausted, Matilda fell asleep.