A tale of memories and nostalgia: A Visit to the Zoo
By David Gardiner
You don’t know me? So what? I don’t know you either. What has that got to do with anything?’ Professor Weinreb looked down at Lucy’s teacher with a mixture of impatience and disdain.
‘Well, Sir, we aren’t supposed to hand the children over to anybody we don’t know.’
‘I see. Very wise... Lucy!’ He rattled the iron gate with his cane. ‘Would you kindly come out here and verify that I am your kindly old grandfather, and not the neighbourhood axe murder?’ He lowered his voice. ‘Certainly nobody would accuse me of being a psycho. I can’t abide most of the little horrors.’
Lucy made her way through the group of infants to Miss Munsen’s side. ‘He’s my granddad,’ she confirmed. ‘He’s really weird.’
‘I see. Well, I’ll just have to give your mother a quick call on her mobile – it won’t take a moment.’ She took Lucy’s hand and led her briskly back into the building. Professor Weinreb made a grunting sound, expressive of exasperation. The children watched him in silence.
‘You’ve all had a good look,’ he addressed them after a few moments. ‘May I enquire as to your opinion of what you see?’
‘You’re proper weird, Mister,’ a little boy ventured.
‘Quite so. Very perceptive of you. There’s widespread agreement on that point.’
Before long Miss Munsen re-emerged, smiling now and still holding Lucy’s hand.
‘I’m sorry about that, Professor Wineberg. But you understand of course that we have to be careful.’
‘Weinreb, Miss Munsen. It’s a Polish name. Polish Jewish, in fact, so it’s become rather rare… in recent years.’
‘Sorry, Professor. Anyway it’s quite all right, Mrs Boyd simply forgot to tell us that you would be picking Lucy up today.’ She used the keypad to open the gate and Lucy let go of her hand and took her grandfather’s instead.
‘Quite all right. Come, Lucy. The domain of the beasts awaits.’ He glanced back at Miss Munsen. ‘You don’t need to be alarmed. I’m taking her to the zoo, not hell.’
As the pair drew up to the lemur’s enclosure the creatures stopped what they were doing, which was mainly climbing over the crude wooden frames and swinging on the ropes and tires that their keepers had thoughtfully provided, tumbling around on the grass, and, in the case of the babies, leaping from low posts onto the bodies of their ever-patient elders. Instead the entire colony formed a line just inside the chicken-wire barrier and stared at the newcomers. Their squeals and chattering stopped.
‘Unique to the island of Madagascar,’ the professor explained, seemingly to the concerned-looking animals themselves. ‘It was a little bit of Africa that broke off about a hundred and sixty million years ago. The animals on the mainland went on evolving and turned into the monkeys and the apes, and eventually you and me, but the ones cut off on Madagascar hardly evolved at all. Those little creatures are what we would be without the evolutionary pressures that turned us into the nasty and joyless bastards that we are today. They’re charming creatures – all subsequent primate evolution was a major mistake.’
‘You mean; you think they’re better than us?’ Lucy was anxious to get it right.
‘Almost any other species is morally superior to ours. But the lemurs are right at the top. They have yet to lose the ability to have fun. Have yet to learn how to hunt, kill and destroy. They still have their innocence. They are the angels from which we descended. Tragic – quite tragic.’ He shook his head. The lemurs slowly regained their animation.
‘Can we see the lions now?’
‘In a moment. Do you mind if we sit down here for a while? I’m feeling a little tired.’ They took their places on a low bench, and the Professor closed his eyes. ‘Why is it that children always want to see the lions? Violent bullies, the kind who would tear you to pieces and eat you, given half a chance?’
‘Yes, but it’s exciting. And they can’t get at you. They’re behind bars.’
‘The bars. Yes, we should be very grateful for the bars. And use them as a reminder of how little stands between us and annihilation.’
‘Just death, my dear. Plain old death. And it comes to us all in the end. The bars don’t save us for very long.’
‘Mummy says you think too much because you’re a philosopher. What’s a philosopher?’
‘That’s not an easy question. It’s someone of a particular frame of mind. A particular approach to knowledge, and to life.’
‘Mummy said you went to a big college and got certificates, and that’s what made you a philosopher.’
‘No, that’s wrong. It was the other way around. What made me go to the big college and get the certificates was that I was a philosopher. Life had already condemned me to that.’
‘So what is it that makes somebody a philosopher?’
‘You ask very difficult questions. But then children always do. Let me try to answer. Have you ever lain in bed at night and wondered if there’s any end to outer space, or if time will just go on and on forever, or if it will stop, and what there will be after that? Or if people really choose the things they do, or if they just think they do, but really it’s because of who they are, and how they were brought up, and all kinds of things that they can’t control? Or do you wonder what it will be like to be dead and not exist anymore? Have you ever thought about things like that?’
‘Yes. How did you know?’
‘Because we all do, when we’re children. Then most of us grow up and other things crowd in and we don’t think about those kinds of things any more. We think about getting jobs, and finding husbands and wives, and bringing up new children – who will lie in bed and think about exactly the same things. Most people get on with their lives and leave questions like that alone. It’s called growing up. But some people can’t, and I’m one of those. Because of the way I am – because I’m a philosopher – I can’t let go of the questions that have no answers. It’s actually a mental disability, and most certainly a social one. But they wouldn’t give me a Disability Living Allowance so they gave me a professorship instead. They probably did it to save money. And of course to keep me out of mischief – to protect normal society from the likes of me.’
‘Are you dangerous, like a lion?’
‘People who think a lot can be very dangerous. Particularly to leaders and people who want to control other people. But really they’re far less dangerous than people who don’t think at all. And they, sadly, are in the majority. And, given the right circumstances, they are the ones who can behave like lions. Not us. Credit where credit is due. All we do is make noise. Chatter, like the lemurs.’
‘Can we see the lions now?’
‘Please forgive me, Lucy, but I am still tired. I have some sandwiches that your mother made and lemonade. Or at least something in a can with a lot of dissolved carbon dioxide. Would you like to eat now?’
He carefully took off his backpack and laid the contents out on the bench between them.
‘Jaffa cakes! I love Jaffa cakes!’
‘Just to keep your mother from telling us off, do you think you could eat the cheese sandwiches first? At least I think that’s what they are.”
‘Okay.’ She said. The professor merely leaned back and slumped a little more, as though he might fall asleep at any moment. ‘Don’t you want any, granddad?’
‘Not just now, thank you, Lucy. A little later perhaps.’
‘Do I have to leave you some?’
‘No, you don’t dear. I’m not hungry today. Have as much as you like.’ For a few moments he watched her eat. ‘Jaffa is a place, you know. A town in Israel. One of the oldest human settlements on earth. Near to Tel Aviv. Almost a part of it now. A beautiful little seaside town. I lived there when I was a child. Maybe someday you’ll go to Israel too.’
‘Another very difficult question. Because your mother’s family has its roots there. Because the bars are very strong to keep the lions out. I don’t know… it’s just somewhere I would like you to see… one day.’ He seemed to be having difficulty keeping his eyes open.
‘Are you all right, granddad?’
‘Of course. Are your mother’s sandwiches good?’
‘Not as good as the Jaffa cakes.’
‘I met your grandmother in Jaffa. It’s a pity you never knew her. She was very like you. She loved life. Loved to have a good time. Loved animals. Lived in the present, not the past. The past… was too terrible even to think about…’
‘Is she in heaven now?’
‘No, Lucy. You mustn’t believe things that aren’t true. That’s what causes all the trouble. People are strange creatures; they have to tell a story about everything. There must always be a narrative, an explanation, a justification. If we don’t know the answer we have to make one up. We can’t live with uncertainty. The truth is that nobody knows what happens when you die. Probably nothing happens. You stop being, that’s all. Heaven is one of the stories that people have made up to explain things that they don’t understand and can’t face up to. And if you’re willing to accept one thing without evidence, the chances are you’ll be willing to accept something else. And then something else. And before you know it you’ll be willing to accept anything that people in authority tell you. Do anything that they order you to. Our only defense is rationality. The refusal to accept anything without evidence and reasons. The courage to face up to not knowing everything. Confidence in our own judgements. That’s all we’ve got to keep the lions behind the bars. When we lose it, that’s when they run amok and tear us to pieces.’
Her little brow became furrowed. ‘You’re weird, Granddad. I don’t understand what you say a lot of the time. How can not believing things keep the lions behind the bars?’
'The lions can’t act on their own. It’s the sheep who do their dirty work. Sheep are more dangerous than lions… are you still there, Lucy?’
‘Of course I am, Granddad. Can’t you see me?’
Granddad’s eyes were tight shut now. ‘What I see… right now… is your grandmother. She’s about fifteen years old and she’s coming down the gangplank from a big ship, carrying a brown leather case, with a lot of other people… they’ve sent me there to meet her, to welcome her, because I speak her language and she hasn’t got anybody else… she looks very like you… the same eyes, and the same hair… and she’s smiling at me. Even though she hasn’t got anybody, she’s smiling at me, because I’m speaking her language, and telling her that she’s safe now, that she’s going to have a new home and a new family… that the lions won’t be able to get to her…’
His voice faded out. He settled even lower into his seat. Lucy returned her attention to the picnic. She had finished the sandwiches now so it was all right to start on the Jaffa cakes.
Lucy walked up to the side of one of the two keepers who were carrying the buckets of meat for the lions.
‘Scuse me. My granddad is asleep and I can’t wake him up, and I think it’s time for us to go home.’
The two men looked at one another and the one Lucy had spoken to handed his bucket to the other. ‘Where is your granddad, sweetheart?’
They walked together to where he was slumped on the bench, the picnic remains still spread out beside him. Lucy watched as the keeper gently shook her granddad’s shoulder, then reached beneath his bearded chin and felt his throat. He said something into his radio too quietly for Lucy to hear before he turned and addressed her.
‘Look, sweetheart, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m afraid your granddad has gone to heaven.’
A tear began to trickle down Lucy’s face. ‘You mustn’t say that,’ she scolded him gently. ‘If you say that the lions will get out.’
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