Dear Diary,
Plumeria alba is still growing in my stomache.
When i danced with the snow, flowers came out of my hands,
Petals flew away in the wind and i heard him cry.

"- Noura, please!
- My darling do not worry!
- Please don't turn into a tree! You'll soon be petals, and you will be flying away from me!
- But that is the only way i have found...
- The only way for what Noura?
- For reaching the North Pole...
- But why would you want to go there?
- To catch a falling star of course!
- The North Pole is too cold, and it's covered in ice, nothing but ice! Your poor heart will freeze before you catch anything!
- It shall not! And if it does, it will only explode and turn into snowdust! Then i shall turn into a falling star!"

Dear diary,

Today, for the first time in a long time, i wore my nightgown all day long. Because it rained a lot last night and kept my little eyes open by the windowstill. My sleepy mind travelled to Greenland on cotton clouds. I jumped on a melting iceberg and met a sad polar bear sailing away from home. Lonely Nanook would make my heart cry, waiting for a sailor to rescue us, waiting for the cold, but they'll never come back.

"Lay on your back Noura." Says the Bear
"Lay on your back, and watch for the Perseids. Let them grab your heart, Noura. Let them take us to Pluto, where all the abandonned souls meet. And if you cry, Noura, if you cry, you will turn into a falling star."


Then the north wind blew on my window, calling winter and foggy mornings, i will hide under my scarf and hide my hands in my pockets, hold my little treasures, little nanook, thimble and chestnut.