Whenever someone whines that miserable expression, 'That's Life', and nods his head with kindly condescension, I remember Hedgehog Hero. I see his narrow white fist pounding the table so that the mouse and keyboard dance and I hear his passionate contradiction, made with all his strength: 'No! That's not life! That's not life at all, unless you make it like that yourself!"
How tall and thin he is. Sometimes it seems to me that he is constantly growing, not in the same way as children, but as if a reaction to gravity were constantly trying to pluck him free of the ground.
One night at LAN, I see him from behind as he stands in front of the sliding glass door of our AirBnB, and I start. For it seems as if there were a tree in the room.
When I think of Hedgehog Hero, from a distance, his shape is that of a flame, and I would like to stretch my fingers to warm them at his blaze. I am not the only one who has the same desire. In the evenings, his mumble is often full of chilly people. They arrive one by one and look askance at one another; each of them believes the others an interloper.
Indeed, I have never met so many unhappy people as in Hedgehog Hero's company. Their unhappinesses are different, but all of them are alone and all of them believe they have fallen from the tree of life. Their lamentation echoes and multiplies as they bump into obstacles, and the obstacles are other people.
Hedgehog Hero is the only person it does not affect. He allows it to pass through him, and it sinks into the shade of the valley of silence, so that they may forget.
You too, might need to forget. Get this man on your team.