Leaving everything behind

And he glanced once more,

to the now closed door,

the door he once welcomed,

inside warmth feelings he felt,

his heart used to melt,

and now?

He is leaving everything behind,

what is that lone man to find?

Destiny torn,

a new baby born,

Sadness inside,

tears that are running,

there is nothing more that he can hide,

And when he looked towards the white reflection,

on that new door that once was his,

he imagined that he had to leave all,

and what is it really that he's going to miss?

Is it the days not lived?

Or the words not said?

Is it the sunsets not seen,

or what made him glad?

Is it the heart beating,

or the neighbors' noise,

He left the keys inside,

for he had no other choice,

But he had to,

yes,

just had to let go,

and he is now praying that all the sadness,

he will also leave behind,

of what was once known,

and now,

just now,

is making him blind,

for he is leaving home,

now house,

he is leaving,

everything behind.

Angels without aureoles

1

Bells were chiming in the distance. The coloured bulbs that adorned most of the streets reflected on the 2 wet parallel iron trails that were sometimes acting like hands holding a bunch of people that were travelling from one side of the city to the other, filling the heavy tin boxes that so eagerly we call trams. Precisely every five minutes, on the cobble stoned street where I was spending most of my hours lately, you could hear the deafening sounds of the tram’s wheels squeaking like a victim when it sees its prey and knows that it has to run for its life.

Rain was pouring gently, touching the uncovered areas and sometimes leaving a damp lake for the Lilliputians, in corners where those who did the cobble stones didn’t know what level was at that time.

Christmas was close. 5 days left and the time of celebrations and the wonderful atmosphere this specific festive season emits was being felt everywhere. Kids were on a rampant raw to discuss the possibilities of what they could get from their parents and relatives.

And I? I was studying at the time and needed a lot of money. Moreover I was tired from all the studying and work that I have been doing lately. I needed a break to regain my energies. I thought of my family. My family consisted of 5 brothers and 2 sisters, together with my mum. My dead died when I was four years old.

I was at the time on Christmas holidays from University and most of the time I was spending it in between studying at the dormitory and working at the Mezzanine café & restaurant in the central part of Brno in the now independent Czech Republic.

Brno is the traditional capital city of the Moravian Region and the second largest city in Czech Republic after its capital, the magnificent Prague.

This coffee parlour was a very popular dwelling for those young workers that wanted to have a break from the rest of their world. Along with people yelling out of their lungs ‘Waiter, Waitress’, tens of people were speaking at the same time, sometimes were silenced by the ruptured puncture of a glass as it touches the floor and scatters itself on as much tiles as possible, if possible in thousands of pieces. That was the fault of an unbalanced waiter and the nightmare of the cleaner, to the detriment of both.

The inmates, that’s how we used to call our clients had the tendency, that when such a thing happened, they burst out laughing and needless to say make us embrace and endorse, the red colour, so full of life, tickling our face, resemblance of a waiter’s enemy. Shyness.

Sometimes the bell that the chef chimed also broke the silence. It obviously meant that his work was finished and ours started from there. It meant the order was ready.

The restaurant served as a refuge. It was protecting us from a fearful afternoon that doomed on this part of Czech Republic. No one could withstand the now pouring rain. No fire could have held up to it. Moreover there was nothing in the street or elsewhere that could make us remember that hours earlier, those centuries lava coloured cobble stones turned into a white snow covered one piece carpet that was roaming around this old part of the city merging everything into one.

2

For me, the restaurant was also reminding me of Christmas in a special way. I loved Christmas. I was the one that mantled all the decorations in the restaurant. I could see that the inmates, from time to time, were staring in awe at my masterpiece. You could hear in the distance the sound of Mud’s ‘It could be lonely this Christmas’ as it swerved around with the sounds of hundreds of voices as they rise and fall, stood up or crawled in between these walls that showed a total different world on their insides.

There were two reasons why I was here. I needed money as I have said before and because a friend of my friend, Igor, who owned the place, needed more people for this busiest time of the year.

In between orders, my work mates and I were like in parliament, discussing various topics from make up to dresses to studies and dreams. We were never bored and that was why actually, I did return every year for the past three years to help out in here when needed.

In times like this then, even though I had my friends I was still homesick. I was studying to become a children’s nurse. I was 3700 km from home. I used to attend the lessons in the morning during the week days and then worked as a waitress during the evening and weekends. Sometimes I used to go for long walks, when I wasn’t working, in the forests near Kamehy and Komin. The scenery and the peace that you find within yourself on such trails was as incredible as it might sound when someone reads this and is able to imagine, understand and comprehend what I am recalling.

But what was about to happen to me was a total different story, for which I wasn’t mentally prepared. Something I wasn’t planned for but yet when it happened it showed me new ways.

I knew how to be prepared, from then onwards for the spontaneous circumstances in life.

But all I knew was that at the time that I am recounting, I was tired and terribly homesick.

3

I wanted so much to be able to go back home. But to pay the dormitory and keep up with the expenses that a student goes through – car, fuel, drug store items and a million other things. Plus that I was a woman, so I needed to care for my body. Minimum once a month :) Yes, Yes I know what you’re saying… of course much more than that. But I had to be beautiful and content with the image I saw reflected in the mirror.

I felt like I had so much to do, so much to tell but mostly I wanted to get away from my hectic life of three years and see my family and friends. And finally have sometime for me. Dedicated fully to me. To finally rest. With all these thoughts I knew that I would then regain my composure and have enough energy to finish the two remaining studying years.

These were the thoughts that were crossing my mind when Katrina, the other waitress working on the same shift as me came to me and asked me to replace her while she took a fag outside the yard in the middle of this u-shaped restaurant. Before she left she told me though, “There is that old frail man on table 7. He’s been there for the past hour but he did not order anything yet. Take care of him, just in case he needs something.

I looked towards where she pointed with the slight movement of her head and I saw this old frail man who seemed oblivious to all that what was happening around him. You couldn’t tell exactly where he was looking but he, most certainly was sad and lost in thoughts. Moreover he had a jeans that had lived its days I guess. He was wearing an ordinary flannel shirt which was a bit awkward for a man that age to wear at this time of year. But that grabbed my attention even further. He also had a hat that he was playing with in his hand. I went near him. He slowly lifted up his head as if there was an intuition that an intruder was going to get close to his world. Then I smiled and told him, “My name is Nessy. If you need anything just let me know. That’s all he wanted to hear I guess. That broke the ice.

I was already turning my head towards the next table when I felt his hand that gently took mine as he silently said “ Would you mind getting me some chips, please, together with a big bottle of water?”

I nodded.

The chips were the cheapest item on the menu. The first thought that came into my mind was that I had no chance to earn some well deserved tips from this one!! But I pushed that thought away!!

Most probably, he does not even have any money himself, I thought. So I made an extra effort to make him feel ok. “I’ll soon be with you” I said. After a bit I returned with his order and the bill as we had this tradition of presenting the bill instantly. The total he owed was of two Euros.

He looked up at me. He smiled a bit. He put his hands in his pocket and took out a small white envelope. He gave it to me. “Keep the change” he said. I looked at him then I lowered my eyes towards my hands, where he had just put the envelope. I slowly opened it and in it, folded neatly there were 10 bank notes valued at 10 Euros each.

“But this envelope has 100 Euros Sir” I said.

“I know” he said, “The change is all for you. You might need it”.

I looked at him and obviously wasn’t hiding the fact that I was shocked. I was afraid of what was to happen in the next moments. “I can’t understand but” I now said seriously. “What do you want from me?”

He smiled.

“Nothing” he looked outside to see if now it was the best chance for his torn clothes to resist the rain. Happily he noticed that the rain had slowed down. He then looked at me and said “Don’t look that confused”.

He stood up. He took my free hand. His hand was warm.

“Tonight call your mum” he said. “Happy Christmas”.

Once again I looked at my hand and the bank notes barely visible in the envelope. Then I looked at his still warm chips and the bottle of water that he had just ordered. I then looked up to remind him that he forgot his order and to thank him, but he wasn’t there. The restaurants door bell did not chime and he was nowhere to be seen. It was like he vanished in the nothingness that along with the people and the sounds that they were emitting and Elvis Presley’s ‘Winter Wonderland’ was all that filled the restaurant.

Don’t ask me how I spent my evening. I don’t know. I finished from work then I went to my apartment. I threw myself on the Ikea chair that I had just got as a gift from some of my closest friends. Again I thought of what had happened in the restaurant and looked at the envelope that I laid down on the cómoda in the hall.

4

I looked for the remote control and as soon as I found it I switched on the TV. It was at that time that I heard the phone ringing. It was my mum!!

“Your brothers bought you the ticket so you can visit us this Christmas”. Somehow she still sounded sad.

“What’s wrong mum?” I asked.

“They could only buy one way ticket Nessy” she said. “They wanted to help and you know how the current situation is” she worriedly said. “It’s bad for them as well because of the kids and their education. Peter and Robert are without a job as well. You have to buy the ticket back”.

I smiled. Of course she didn’t see my smile. But she could feel it somehow. And slowly I retold what happened at the restaurant.

Meanwhile I was looking at the TV and I happened to see that an airline was advertising their latest offer. One way flights from all their destinations for 98 Euros. 98 Euros were what remained from what that old frail man gave me. And it was exactly how much I needed for the ticket!!

And so I managed to see all my family. We managed to go all together for the Christmas Eve’s mass. And I came back with all the energy that I needed and more. A new me emerged after all this. I now had a strong determination to succeed in my studies. I eagerly went to work with a positive attitude. Everyone noticed the change.

Today I am a qualified nurse, helping children that are diagnosed with cancer. I am also into a lot of voluntary work. I will never forget that old frail man that helped me, when I so much needed help. And all this without expecting anything in return. He came without any aureole, without any wings but somehow I know that the old frail man I’ve seen, was an angel sent by Jesus.

THE END

And you? Do you wait for festive seasons to give gifts? To give life as a gift is the greatest gift that you can give. Surprise your loved ones by giving them a gift – a small one that comes from the heart – when they least expect it. And do it without expecting anything in return. Do not do favours, only to mention them when the time comes. Favours have to be forgotten, if they come from the heart.

Is-Serp jitkaxkar u l-Hmar li jinhaq

I

Sa minn zmien,

Meta ma kienx hemm il-jien,

Habba li x-xitan,

Fik ifforma,

Wil- bniedem,

Xi ftit bezghan,

Kien resaq lejk,

Mess il-fjuri li tefghaw mitt riha,

U semgha minn mara,

U daq it-tuffieha,

U min dak iz-zmien,

Int bqajt tigi mistmerr,

U jekk jien nahseb fik,

Ikolli inqerr,

Ghax int ir-re tat-tentazzjoni,

Lejn id-dnub tal-emozzjoni,

Tqanqalli qalbi,

Twaqqani fiz-zina,

Dnub li tant nistkerr,

Hajja li jekk imtappna irrid nidfina,

Serp li titkaxkar,

Ghal ghonq it-triq,

L-isbah wiehed inti kont,

Kif qatt setghaw joboghduk,

Hafn’aktar mill-hurrieq,

Inti tniggez,

Taghti s-salt,

Titgezwer mal-preda,

W’hi thossa li fgat,

Serp int ghandek missjoni,

li twaqqani fid-dnub,

Imma jien le nhallik,

ghax jien irrid inwassal il-messagg t’Alla,

W’inqanqal il-qlub.

II

Kemm tghakkist,

Kemm waqqawk ghac-cajt,

Min zmien zemzem f’halq kiefer,

Int dejjem waqajt,

Izda elfejn sena ilu,

Ragel kien ghazel lilek,

Biex twasslu sal – hitan li sallbuh,

U halla kollox f’idek,

Ir-ragel qaddis dahal ghal mewtu,

nies jghajtu, jghidu xi salm,

laqghu lir-Re li kellhom isallbu,

saqajk jirfsu il-mijiet ta' palm

Kont int habib tas-serduq li kellu jidden,

Erbat’ijiem wara dal-jum,

Meta kmieni filghodu l-ghajjat tal-migeghma,

Li kisru l-hemda tal-lejl,

Kotra nies li gaghlitek tqum,

Is-Serduq idden,

W’int inhaqt,

Kont taf li issa,

kien tassew wasal il-waqt,

Li Sidek lejn x’imkien iehor kellu jmur,

U int mal-ghassara taz-zebbug kellek tibqa’ ddur,

Imma qabel ma hallik Huwa tak harsa,

Stajt int xxom il-bibita tal-kalci li kienet qarsa,

Bik, ghalkemm biz-zufjett, il–kenn tas-snajja,

U Sidek kien daqt jitlef il-hajja,

U tajt harsa int li min tradih,

U fil-Gnien tal-Getsemani kien gie ghalih,

Biex ma tagmilx hoss lilek,

It-traditur tak lewza,

U int bqajt thares lejh tiela lejn l-gholja,

Sakemm lil sidek ta’ bewsa,

U dlonk rajt il-Getsemani jixghel,

Qisu il-lejl sar-nar,

Xi hadd ghajjat min warajk,

Biex lilek jiehduk id-dar,

U int bkejt ghal Sidek,

Iz-zerriegha li kienet ser taghmel hafna frott,

W’il biki tieghek ma setghax jilqa il-hemda ta dik il-lejla,

Ghax id-dmugh tieghek kien xott,

Imbaghad imma xi hadd gibdek,

Serrah mieghek il–bekkej,

Sehet lilu nnifsu,

Talli bih ghal tletin bicca fidda,

Li dak li kien mexxej,

U spiccajt int go ghalqa,

Fuq dahrek igorr it-traditur,

Fil-hemda ta’ lejl li bidel id-dinja,

Meta kulur is-sema kien ghadu skur,

Il-piz tieghek huwa uza,

Sabiex huwa jnehhi hajtu,

W’allura kellek fi ftit zmien,

Tarah jmut ftit wara li rajtu,

U Sidek ghajjat ghajta,

Hemm fuq l-gholja,

Fit-tlieta ta’ wara nofsinhar,

Imma int kellek tibqa tissemma,

Ghal dejjem, le nghidlek jien m’intix povru,

Imma int gibt l-unur lir-razza tieghek,

lil min ma jifhimx - lil kull HMAR.

Hsieb sewqan mal-medda tal-hajja

Insuq,

nahseb fik,

din hajti kollha,

irrid intik,

ghamel biha,

dak li trid,

basta nkun hdejk,

u nimxu id f'id,

tal-gwienah jittajru filghodu,

inti tieghi l-ewwel hsieb,

kemm nixtieq naghlaq ghajnejja,

w'insib ruhi wara l-bieb,

nimissjak hafna,

bil- wisq iktar milli stennejt,

inhobbok wal-dejjem,

furtunat li f'hajti inti gejt,

Nahseb fik,

il-hin kollu tal-gurnata,

din qalbi,

inhossha fgata,

bl-imhabba li hemm lesta ghalik,

li l-passat ikrah li kellek,

hallini innesik,

ghax int it-triq il-murija,

inti mara ghaqlija,

sibt lilek go maxtura,

mara matura,

u issa li sibtek,

le,

u qatt,

ma rrid nerga lura,

ghax jekk infittex,

wahda ohra bhalek,

mhux ser insib,

semplici,

ghax m'hemmx,

ghalekk irrid nibqa nghozzok,

w'inhobbok,

sal-ahhar dell,

sakemm ghal dejjem,

tinzel ix-xemx.

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D for Divorce - E for Emotion - L for Love

I

He thought of her like a mermaid. A mermaid that adorned his life. His new life. His transformation. Long gone were the days when he used to love his wife of 15 years, Maria. He was also risking the battle for the custody of his children. His mermaid was his new secretary. A flame, as he used to call her, 13 years his junior. She was, in his mind at least or the way she did project herself in, all that Maria wasn't. He engaged her two months earlier and it did not take him that much to engage her unofficially also in his personal life even though he was married.

My wife will never discover. Sometimes she is so naïve, he thought.

Julie. That was the name of the secretary. The moment she entered his office, she knew she had to have him. She concealed her thoughts when she saw him in that picture that was standing on his large oak desk. This picture was a couple of months old and it showed him with his beautiful wife and their two children, Liam and Berta while on a sailing trip with his yacht in the Mediterranean Sea. For her this was going to be a challenge. A challenge in which she would come out as a winner. She had to have him at all costs

II

That day, when he entered back home after work, his wife was preparing the food. He grabbed her hand and told her "We need to talk". She followed him in the living room. Their living room. The same room where they had made love for the first time. Yes, unbelievably after they got married. But she was like that. She wanted to give her virginity to the man she was going to spend her life with. Her children with. Love forever.

She sat near him and started twirling the fingers of both her hands against each other. He could see that her eyes were trying to look at his but she couldn't. She knew he was up to something and that something was not a thing that she was going to like. At that moment in time, he barely knew what he was going to say and how he was going to say it. He could see the pain and sadness in her eyes and that was making his task even more difficult.

"You will soon be receiving the divorce files", he said convinced that this was going to be the prelude of a new life that was awaiting him. Julie managed to drive him crazy. She convinced him that she was much better than his wife. He shot the words like a boomerang for they were going to return back, one day. That day was not yet there. He said the words the calmest possible way that he could ever think of. She looked at him for a split of a second. He tried to read her mind. He couldn't. He tried to see her emotions. He didn't.

She just couldn't believe deep inside but decided not to show him. Instead she moved her tongue. She connected it with her brain. A barrage of messages went on between the two. The thoughts filled her eyes and went down to her tongue and she finally managed to whisper and ask "Why?”

He didn't know what to do or what to say. But then, all of a sudden, she went to the kitchen and she threw the spoon towards the fridge. In doing so she hit the magnet that they bought from their last trip to Florida, the previous summer. "You are not a man" she said “You are not loyal" She was broken hearted. That night, the sky was blue adorned with stars. Everywhere was quite including their house. They did not talk that night. She spent it crying.

Greg knew that his wife Maria wanted answers. She wanted to know what had happened to their married life. But he had no appropriate answer.

III

It was incredible how life did change. He just wanted to go out. Leave this home that was his refuge for fifteen years. Now not anymore. His refuge was Julie's flat and his money. The money that he decided to share with her. He did not love his wife anymore. Those days were now gone because a woman - a devil in disguise - managed to turn his life upside down and take him away from his fortress, the temple of his love. His wife and his 5 year old son and 2 year old daughter.

His wife on the other hand wanted answers. It was her right. She just wanted to know what changed from the days when they met. What happened since they fell in love? She wanted to know what happened to her loving prince charming. She noticed that she became a foreigner to him. A necessity gone. Something old or vintage but still in the blossoming young days.

He felt sorry for this. He felt sorry that he had wasted 15 years from her life. But he knew that he could not go back. He loved Julie now and that was not an infatuation. He was seeing Maria crying nearly everyday. But in seeing her crying he consolidated the must to divorce her even more.

One day, after he arrived from work, he saw her writing something in the kitchen. Without a word, he went straight up to the bed. He was exhausted. Not because of the working day but because of the emotional and erotic aftermath with Julie, his secretary.

In the meantime he had decided to leave her the house, the car, a 40% share of his own company. He had given her the sheets which without looking she tore apart so vindictively.

At one time during the night he woke up and went to pick up something from the fridge but when he saw that she was still there, he turned back and went to sleep again.

She was writing. She wanted Greg to tell her a month before leaving so that she can prepare herself. She wanted him to help into presenting the best for their children. She wanted everything to be as normal as possible. She did not want to change anything. Then she will take care of what was to come. Like she always did.He agreed on nearly all the conditions that she imposed.Liam was going to have his pre-grades and they did not want him to be effected with their or his decision.

But she added up yet another decision.

A strange one indeed but one that he agreed on as well.

IV

“Do you remember that on the first day as a married couple, you lifted me up and took me to our bedroom?” she asked him.

“Yes, I do”, he answered – not knowing what to expect next.

“I want you to lift me everyday – for the last month from our bedroom to the front door”.

He agreed.

He thought that she must have really lost her mind. But he agreed. Also in order to avoid any other problem that might crop up both financially and emotionally between them in these last 4 weeks.

4 weeks and I will be out.

When he told his secretary/lover about this, she laughed so much.
“She is trying to make everything to win you back”, she told him with a tone filled with hatred. “But the divorce decision is taken is it?” she continued.

V

From the day that he told her that he wanted the divorce, Maria &Greg never made love. Love didn’t live there anymore.

“Look at Dad, he is lifting up mum Liam” yelled Berta with all her innocence, the very first time that Greg lifted Maria. Her words pierced Greg’s heart wholeheartedly.

From the bedroom Greg walked with Maria on his arms till the front door. Some ten metres in all. She closed her eyes and whispered in his ears, “Make sure that the children know nothing about the divorce”.

He acknowledged with a nod and then, somehow a bit surprised put his wife down on the tiles that they specifically chose a decade and a half before.

His wife then, took the tram to go to work. His Ford sedan engine roared more than usual that morning. They both left their house. Alone. Both lost in their thoughts.

The second time was a little bit easier. They both knew what to expect. She leaned her head on his chest as he lifted her up and he could smell the Calvin Klein’s Woman perfume that she always used to wear. His favourite. Not that it mattered anymore now. But it was enough to make him realise that it had been sometime that he did not give this kind of attention to his wife. He could see that she looked older now. Wrinkles mapped the sides of her beautiful blue eyes. She had some grey hair as well along with the dyed ones. But they got lost together and it took this kind of close attention for him to really notice them.

It has been sometime indeed, he thought. This woman gave me fifteen years from her life. Just me. Me and then the kids. But nothing was more important to her than us.

The days were rolling and the request soon became a tradition. Greg could sense, after the first week passed, that the intimacy, the flame between the two was being lit up again. With these simple little things that he thought were long gone.

He didn’t say anything to Julie about all this and the confusion that he was feeling inside. Not yet at least.

As the days were passing by, Greg realised that he was getting accustomed to lifting up Maria. It was kind of easier.

Maybe it was because it was serving as a kind of exercise, he thought. And I am getting stronger day by day.

During one of those days, he found his wife in front of the mirror only in her night gown and a dress in her hand. Other dresses were scattered on the bed.

“I don’t know which one I am going to wear” she told him. “They don’t fit me anymore, they are too big”.

It then hit him. He realised that Maria lost weight and that this was the reason why he could feel her lighter when he was lifting her up in the now established daily routine.

Greg realised that years of unfaithfulness from his part and less and less support were taking the straw on her. Her health was really deteriorating. For the first time, since all this started, since he brought this upon them, he questioned his dignity. His loyalty. He felt disgusted…and sick. But then he also felt a balloon of love bursting inside his heart. He looked at her reflection in the mirror. The same reflection was looking back to him. He folded his hands around her shoulder. For that first time, they both looked into each other’s eyes just like two lovers do on their first date.

Right at that time, from the door that was ajar, both children appeared. “Are you going to lift mum again dad?” Berta asked. Liam looked surprised and was waiting for this now established daily routine. It became part of their life too.

VI

The last day finally arrived. The last day of this routine. The last day. The day of the decisions.

It will be so easy, he thought.

When he lifted her up though, he found himself unbalanced. Just like his life was. He realised he couldn’t make not even one step. He held her more tightly than usual. He found himself wrapped with her. His body with hers. His love with hers.

“I realised that I lost the feeling throughout these years. I have made my share of mistakes yet love has to be grown into two hearts and flourish in one vase. One Love. One life. Only now I am realising what you really mean to me” he whispered. They were both crying now.

He felt so happy. He sped his 4x4 towards work that day. Julie was the first person he called to his office as soon as he entered. She was also his secretary.

He told her that he is going back with his wife. He wants to break up with her. He wants to end these wild nights of sex. He wants real love. He wants the person that loved him for what he was long before he had the money. He did not want to live in a lie anymore. He knew what he wanted now.

The smile that appeared on her face just as she entered his office soon disappeared. She smacked him on the face, started crying and left the office. Money mattered, he thought.

The life he enjoyed with her was disappearing quickly now. A new sunrise shone on his life. His new life. His normal life with his wife and kids. He was back in control of his emotions and his love.

THE END

He was back in control of his emotions and his love. Just like you, reading this, can be. May all the married people or those who found their love and that are having troubles use this as an example!! Cherish the love!! When sin takes over yet there is love always remember that love is always bigger. Love, finally is always the winner.

Jack Vella
15.2.11

Love me for what I am not for what you want me to be, hold me like you want to be held, whisper in my ears words no one ever said to you - Jack Vella

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