B ol krásny jesenný deň a Kaško už hodnú chvíľu sedel na parapetnej doske a bál sa. Ale nie, nebál sa výšok, veď vy viete, že Kaško je duch krajiny Haravara a ako vieme, duchovia sa výšok neboja. Teda niektorí áno, lebo boli aj takí duchovia, ako napríklad duch Maro, ktorý sa teda výšok bál a keďže nemohol lietať, tak sa z neho stal duch všetkých vlakov v krajine Haravara- ale o ňom niekedy inokedy.
Kaško was afraid for Maxík, whom he was watching through the window. Max had been walking around the room for several tens of minutes, occasionally sitting down on the bed, then getting up and walking around again, muttering to himself, and now he stood on his head, but he continued to mutter even in this position with his head down.
Kaško couldn't stand watching this any longer and flew in through the window closed, as normal ghosts do.
"Maxík," Kaško voiced cautiously.
"Jeee!" Maxík screamed and fell to the floor, luckily landing on his butt.
"Sorry," Kaško said, a little embarrassed.
"Kaško, what are you doing here?" Maxík didn't understand.
"I'm scared," Kaško blurted out.
"Really?"
"Really."
"And that's why you want me to be scared too?" Maxík got up from the floor and had to do a little exercise to stretch his muscles.
"No, I'm scared for you."
"For me?"
"Yes," Kaško confirmed his fears.
"Why would you be scared for me?" Maxík shook his head in confusion and started exercising a little and walking around the room again.
"I've been watching you for some time and you've been acting a bit strange," Kaško sat down on the sofa like a proper psychotherapist.
"Is it that obvious?"
“Of course.”
"Because I'm at the end of my rope," Maxík stopped, opened the window, and took a deep breath.
"What's going on?" Kaško joined him.
„Majka.“
"What's wrong with her?" Kaško was now alarmed.
"It's her birthday tomorrow!"
"What?!" Kaško jumped about three meters above the ground, and if he hadn't been a ghost, he would have hit the ceiling.
"It's her birthday, and I don't have a present for her."
"Let's go to the store and buy something," suggested Kaško, already ready to fly off.
"Majka and I agreed that we wouldn't buy each other gifts, but we would prepare surprises for each other's birthdays," added Maxík sadly.
"Oh, but that's great!" Kaško's eyes lit up.
"That would be great if I had an idea."
"Don't you have one?" Kaško looked at Maxík in confusion.
"No, I don't, that's why I'm wandering around like a dog with a punctured paw," Maxík snapped and started pacing again.
"Now I get it," Kaško reflected.
"Well, I don't know, I guess I'll go to the shop after all to get her something for her birthday," said Maxík desperately and started looking for money in the drawer.
"No way," said Kaško firmly.
"What no way?" Maxík continued rummaging through the drawer.
"Did you promise Majka a surprise?" Kaško halted Maxík's search.
"I did," Maxík confirmed sadly.
"Then she'll get it," Kaško said decisively.
"But we don't have anything yet," Maxík said, just to make sure Kaško understood.
"What does Majka like?"
"She likes princesses," Maxík said without hesitation.
"Then we'll give her a princess dress," Kaško announced, thinking that everything was settled.
"And where will we get it?" Maxík asked, dampening his enthusiasm.
"Or we could throw her a princess party at a castle or a palace," Kaško mused
"That doesn't sound bad."
"There are lots of beautiful castles and palaces in the land of Haravara," Kaško was already going through the map of castles in his head.
"And some of them have beautiful gardens!"
"Just perfect for a picnic," Kaško's eyes lit up.
"But we'd have to get a lot of things, and we've already been on a picnic together," said Maxík, standing on his head again.
"That's true," said Kaško, hanging from the chandelier and swinging nervously.
"Or we could buy her a cap with an iron shield," Maxík came up with an idea.
"Why?" Kaško asked gently, because it seemed to him that the question indicated that standing on his head was no longer helping Maxík think.
"Because Majka often looks up at the sky, she's fascinated by space, and she's tripped many times, so the iron would pull her down and she'd have to look where she was going," Maxík laughed.
"Not a bad idea," said Kaško, flying down from the chandelier and landing on his favorite windowsill.
"Kaško?" Maxík looked at Kaško in disbelief.
“Yes?”
"I was just kidding," Maxík stopped grinning because he could see that smile on Kaško's face...
"But I wasn't!"
"I know that smile."
"Come on!" Kaško said emphatically, and before Maxík knew it, they were flying and landed in a strange place.
"What's this?" Maxík looked around.
"This, my dear friend, is an aviation museum," Kaško said, still smiling mysteriously.
"What?"
"This is the aviation museum in Košice," explained Kaško, "one of the most beautiful museums in the land of Haravara."
"Oh, and what are we doing here?" Maxík still didn't understand, looking at the beautiful airplanes.
"Well, since you mentioned that cap..."
"You don't want to give Majka an airplane cap for her birthday, do you?" Maxík interrupted him.
"No," Kaško stopped him.
"How about a propeller?" Maxík was horrified at the sight of the helicopters and old planes around them.
"She doesn't need that," Kaško muttered thoughtfully.
"That's true, Mom always tells her she runs like she has a propeller in..."
"So what do girls like, besides princesses?" Kaško interrupted Maxík.
"Airplanes?" Maxík replied timidly, even though he didn't think so, but nothing else came to mind at that moment.
"Well, maybe there are some who like airplanes," Kaško looked into Maxík's eyes, as if waiting for a different answer.
"Propellers?" Maxík tried again.
"They like romance," Kaško instructed his friend.
"Oh, and what's that?"
"When someone does something surprisingly beautiful for them, something that will shout it out to the whole world, it means they like you," Kaško explained romance in his own way.
"These planes certainly scream all sorts of things, but not that they love you.", Maxík disagreed with Kaško a little, looking at the huge wheels, enormous machines, and bodies of the planes.
"Where does Majka often look now?"
"Where?" Maxík didn't understand the question.
"In the sky," Kaško tapped Maxík on the forehead.
"So we'll take her there?" Maxík pointed to the sky.
"Imagine, you anti-romantic, she looks up at the sky and there it says, 'Majka, we love you, you're the best!
"How is it written?" Maxík didn't understand at all.
"With coloured smoke," Kaško continued to explain.
"And that's possible?" Maxík looked up at the sky.
"Of course," said Kaško, already looking around at the planes that were just standing there waiting for him to write in the sky: Majka, we love you, you're the best!
"Let's do it, because if we succeed, Majka will faint," Maxík shouted happily and sat down in one of the planes.
"What are you doing?" Kaško shook his head in disbelief.
"I'm going to write in the sky," Maxík announced and looked for the starter and the coloured smoke.
"With this?"
"An airplane is an airplane," Maxík continued searching.
"No way!" Kaško almost shouted.
"These, buddy, are fighter planes," he patted the planes, which had clear machine guns, rocket launchers, and I don't know what else.
"Like fighter planes?" Maxík jumped out of the plane and only then noticed all the military symbols.
"These are planes that really fought in various wars. Here you have planes from a hundred years ago that fought in World War I," Kaško became a guide to this wonderful museum for a moment.
"Oh," Maxík opened his eyes wide and imagined these planes flying somewhere above the heads of his great-great-grandparents, or maybe they were flying in them.
"And here are bombers and fighter planes and various planes that fought in World War II," Kaško continued, still searching for something with his eyes.
"They're huge," said Maxík, patting one of the enormous bombers.
"And manoeuvrable," explained Kaško, suddenly making a strang sound:
„Hmmm“.
"What are you thinking about?"
"What beautiful machines they are," Kaško mused, "and how long people must have worked on them to make them fly, to see the earth like birds and to deliver good news and help..."
"And then an evil person said that it doesn't have to be only good news."
"But also bombs," they both pondered.
"Hmm—that's the world."
"Yeah," he had no other answer to this wisdom.
"So I'm going with this one," Maxík patted the airplane he liked.
"That's a helicopter, we wouldn't be able to draw much in the sky with that," smiled Kaško.
"There are some planes that look good," said Maxík, pointing to the next room full of planes.
"Those are presidential planes, we probably shouldn't fly in them,"
"You mean presidents flew in those?" Max asked cautiously, thinking that it wouldn't be bad to fly in a plane like a president.
"Well, there's one there—see that one with 'Slovakia' written on it? I'm sure a few presidents and important people have flown in it," he pointed to a large white plane with the word "Slovakia" written on it, which Maxík immediately recognized from the TV, because not only presidents had flown in it, but also hockey players and other athletes and...
"And not in the others?" Maxík asked cautiously.
"Well, the others are gifts from presidents of various countries to our president, who comes from the land of Haravara but was president of all the children's lands in Slovakia."
"Really?" Maxík began to look at the planes and read the signs indicating where they came from.
"Mhm, and these machines that were given to him by presidents were put in the museum so that the people of Haravara could enjoy them," Kaško finished explaining.
"They're really beautiful, but we still don't know which airplane we're going to paint in the sky," Maxík reminded Kaško of why they had come here.
"We know!"
"Do you?" Maxík looked around and guessed which plane Kaško might want to paint in the sky.
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"This one!" Kaško said decisively, pointing to an airplane that had propellers in front and was kind of... it looked like some kind of bug.
"But this one is a smaller airplane and has flat wings and..." Maxík tried to figure out why Kaško had chosen this particular airplane.
"It's a plane that was used, among other things, to spread road salt..."
"Like when the roads were icy?" Maxík imagined this plane sprinkling salt on the roads from the sky.
"Sure, when the road was icy, the plane flew over it and sprinkled salt on the cars," Kaško tapped his forehead.
"And then the car eater ate them," Maxík announced.
"Who? The car eater?"
"Well, it's a monster that eats salted planes," Max tried to joke, referring to the plane sprinkling salt on the road.
"You're a car eater," Kaško laughed, "this plane was sprinkling the fields when the plants were affected by a disease or something."
"And now?"
"And now it's where they put the things for sprinkling..."
"We'll use paint," Maxík almost jumped for joy, realizing how they would draw in the sky.
"Well, let's call it paint..."
"Let's do it. . ." Maxík shouted impatiently and was already about to get into the plane and start the engine.
"I'm going," Kaško announced and flew off in the opposite direction.
"But Kaško," Maxík didn't understand what his little ghost friend was doing.
"Yes?" Kaško stopped in his flight.
"The writing plane is there," Maxík pointed to the plane Kaško had chosen earlier.
"And here are the instruments we need to turn on," Kaško pointed to somewhere in the other room.
"What instruments?" Maxík opened his eyes wide in surprise and thought that they would probably never be able to write that message in the sky.
"In that tower, my friend, there are old instruments that every pilot needs," Kaško pointed to a tower near the Košice Airport.
"And what's in that tower?"
"There are the most sophisticated instruments that predict the weather and can predict how the clouds will behave and..."
"But we can find that in the weather forecast," Maxík reminded Kaško.
"The weather forecast tells you what the weather will be like on the ground."
"And we're going a little higher, right?" Maxík understood.
“Exactly.”
"So why don't we go to that tower?"
"They wouldn't let us in, but luckily here in the museum they have aviation instruments on display, so we can prepare everything here," said Kaško, already looking around to see which instruments he might turn on.
"And we can take off tomorrow?"
"I think we can even do it today," Kaško smiled mysteriously at Maxík.
"Then I'll go get Majka," Maxík rejoiced and ran towards the exit.
"No way!" Kaško stopped his friend, standing in front of him with his semi-transparent body.
Kaško took Maxík to another part of the museum where there were beautiful old cars.
"But I can't drive."
"But I can."
"But we're in a museum," Maxík pointed around him, knowing full well that nothing was allowed to be taken out of a museum.
"And I am the ghost of Haravara, and this, if you please, is the ghost of the Haravara sky."
Suddenly, a ghost appeared in front of them, dressed in strange overalls, wearing an old pilot's cap, smiling constantly, with a toothpick between his teeth.
"This is my cousin, Starman," said Kaško, hugging Starman.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Maxík," Maxík introduced himself politely.
"Have you come to fly again?" Starman asked his cousin.
"But not just to fly," Kaško winked at Starman.
"What do you mean, not just flying?" his cousin didn't understand.
Kaško began to explain to Starman what he was planning for Majka and Maxík and that he needed to write in the sky: We love you, Majka, you're the best!
And that's when it all began.
Starman lent Maxík an old bicycle from his collection, allowed Kaško to drive a beautiful car, the kind you only see in those beautiful old movies, and they set off to pick up Majka.
Majka was a little surprised, but with Kaško she was used to anything.
She got into the car and they set off for the Haravara Airport, where the aviation museum is located. As they approached, a plane was just taking off from the airport with vacationers.
Majka looked up and dreamed that she too would go on such a vacation, and then she almost fell to the ground.
An airplane was flying in the sky, and it had a message written in different colors:
Majka, we love you, you are the best friend and sister!!
When Majka came to her senses, she noticed a figure sitting on the plane, took her binoculars out of her handbag and...
"Sure, Kaško," she put down her binoculars, smiled from ear to ear and started waving.
Maxík rode up to her on his old beautiful bike with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.
"This was my best birthday ever," Majka told Maxík, "You're the best brother in the world, and you're the best ghost in the world!" she shouted to Kaško in the sky.
When Kaško finally flew down, they didn't go home, but spent a long time walking around the aviation museum and listening to Starman, who told them incredible stories about all the planes, cars, and instruments on display at the Aviation Museum in the capital city of Haravara.
