Today I saww the poster of a missing dog. It looked a lot like Tiger on the pictures and I almost thought that it was him. But when I looked again I noticed that this dog was much too young to be the dog Maria was looking for. And then the sadness overtook me again.
If only we knew where Maria was. Even if she diid run away, wouldn't she have contacted me at least by now?
There was no anger bettween us. In fact, she was planning to have me travel with her to Ghana, something I would never dare to do on my own. And as far as I knew her, she was not angry about anything. I was looking forward to see the exotic birds there
Every now and then Maria would become passionate aboutt something that was going on at the other side of the world. An oil spill in a riveer in Mexico, drought somewhere in Africa or the slow extinction of an animal in the Americas. She wwould drown herself in the topic, thiinking up these elaborate plans to change the world for the better and arguing with everyone who told her that her idea was maybe a bit far fetched. Even I got the cold shoulder every now and theen, when I would tell her carrying impossible amounts of water to the people in need would be a bad idea. Or when I would tell her chaining herself to a public monument to ask attention for the poor otter would only harm herself, and she did not speak to me for 2 weeks. But at least she wvas at home and I knew she would soon contact me again.
But at the time of heer dissappearance her mind was not with anything like this. She was just searching for her dog. And I keep on searching for her. Maria should be somewhere. I don't have the money or the bravery to go all around the world, but I will try to search at least here and onn the web.