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Authors: Diana Karezi
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“patrída” (the fatherland). Then I can get on with my life.”
“How long do you have left of your national service?”
He sits back in his chair, takes a deep breath and lets it out, “Finished! I get my discharge papers in two weeks.”
Relief is written all over him and Hope feels a pang of disappointment in her stomach, as it means he will be leaving the island. She looks at her watch and realises its time to go to the airport.
“Shall we go? We’ll just make it. Oh, and by the way, I can’t thank you enough for this.”
They get up at the same time. He moves stealthily to the counter to pay and she watches his back and the beautiful form; the wide shoulders and slim hips, the pouting butt, that is so kissable! Lucky girl, whoever has him, and just for a nanosecond, she wished she was twenty and unencumbered.
They walk through cobble-stoned side streets to get to the Square, where the cars are allowed to park. To Hope’s surprise, he leads her to a conventional civilian car, rather than the army jeep she expected, and for some strange reason she is disappointed. Weird!
“Where’s the jeep?”
“I’m not allowed to use it off duty.”
He opens the passenger seat door for her and she gets in. The last time a man opened the car door for her was her father, who had old world manners. This is very unexpected from someone so young. The drive to the airport is about half an hour, because the road is well constructed, and the traffic is easy.
She looks at him driving, and she sees the perfection of his profile and wonders at how anyone could be so perfect. She wants to ask him so many questions, but good manners prevent her from doing so. Instead, she allows him to talk.
He turns and looks at her and gives her a soft smile, then turns to the road and asks her, “Where is your son?”
A question that she was expecting, but it still surprises her and creates a certain amount of unease, only because of her guilt for uprooting her son. Not because Jason asked the question. It would not matter who asked her that question, she would feel the same.
“In Melbourne.”
“With his father?”
“Yes.” And she clams up, because she doesn’t want to talk about her family and he instinctively understands.
“Sorry, I did not mean to pry.”
But he did and she finds she has to explain that she did not abandon her child.
“He is there for a break. He lives with me.”
And with that he takes the conversation on another path.
“Do you like music?”
“I can’t live without music; it calms me. It also makes me a better person.”
“What do you listen to?”
“Everything!” and with that statement he switches on the radio with the iPod connected, and the sublime voice of Maria Callas singing Un bel di Vedremo from Madam Butterfly caresses her ears. How does he know what this music does to her? He looks at her as if understanding.
“Good?”
Oh yes, yes, yes… she lays her head back in the seat of the car and replies, “very, very good” and they need not talk. He has put it on repeat. The hair follicles on their heads are dancing and all the hair on their bodies are being caressed.
They arrive at the airport with Maria Callas blaring. He parks the car, and gives Hope a lingering look before he switches off the motor, silencing the music. She looks at him and they understand each other for whatever that meant to each of them.
It’s the height of the tourist season and the small provincial airport is buzzing with people waiting for the disembarking passengers from Athens, the last flight for the day.
Hope sees Pétro and waves, jumping up and down like a teenager. He sees her and she sees that wonderful cheeky smile. As usual he looks immaculate; he always manages to look like he has popped out of a men’s fashion magazine. He’s always fashionable and smart and after all, that is his trade. He designs accessories for big fashion houses all over the world, which allows him to travel and to
“How long do you have left of your national service?”
He sits back in his chair, takes a deep breath and lets it out, “Finished! I get my discharge papers in two weeks.”
Relief is written all over him and Hope feels a pang of disappointment in her stomach, as it means he will be leaving the island. She looks at her watch and realises its time to go to the airport.
“Shall we go? We’ll just make it. Oh, and by the way, I can’t thank you enough for this.”
They get up at the same time. He moves stealthily to the counter to pay and she watches his back and the beautiful form; the wide shoulders and slim hips, the pouting butt, that is so kissable! Lucky girl, whoever has him, and just for a nanosecond, she wished she was twenty and unencumbered.
They walk through cobble-stoned side streets to get to the Square, where the cars are allowed to park. To Hope’s surprise, he leads her to a conventional civilian car, rather than the army jeep she expected, and for some strange reason she is disappointed. Weird!
“Where’s the jeep?”
“I’m not allowed to use it off duty.”
He opens the passenger seat door for her and she gets in. The last time a man opened the car door for her was her father, who had old world manners. This is very unexpected from someone so young. The drive to the airport is about half an hour, because the road is well constructed, and the traffic is easy.
She looks at him driving, and she sees the perfection of his profile and wonders at how anyone could be so perfect. She wants to ask him so many questions, but good manners prevent her from doing so. Instead, she allows him to talk.
He turns and looks at her and gives her a soft smile, then turns to the road and asks her, “Where is your son?”
A question that she was expecting, but it still surprises her and creates a certain amount of unease, only because of her guilt for uprooting her son. Not because Jason asked the question. It would not matter who asked her that question, she would feel the same.
“In Melbourne.”
“With his father?”
“Yes.” And she clams up, because she doesn’t want to talk about her family and he instinctively understands.
“Sorry, I did not mean to pry.”
But he did and she finds she has to explain that she did not abandon her child.
“He is there for a break. He lives with me.”
And with that he takes the conversation on another path.
“Do you like music?”
“I can’t live without music; it calms me. It also makes me a better person.”
“What do you listen to?”
“Everything!” and with that statement he switches on the radio with the iPod connected, and the sublime voice of Maria Callas singing Un bel di Vedremo from Madam Butterfly caresses her ears. How does he know what this music does to her? He looks at her as if understanding.
“Good?”
Oh yes, yes, yes… she lays her head back in the seat of the car and replies, “very, very good” and they need not talk. He has put it on repeat. The hair follicles on their heads are dancing and all the hair on their bodies are being caressed.
They arrive at the airport with Maria Callas blaring. He parks the car, and gives Hope a lingering look before he switches off the motor, silencing the music. She looks at him and they understand each other for whatever that meant to each of them.
It’s the height of the tourist season and the small provincial airport is buzzing with people waiting for the disembarking passengers from Athens, the last flight for the day.
Hope sees Pétro and waves, jumping up and down like a teenager. He sees her and she sees that wonderful cheeky smile. As usual he looks immaculate; he always manages to look like he has popped out of a men’s fashion magazine. He’s always fashionable and smart and after all, that is his trade. He designs accessories for big fashion houses all over the world, which allows him to travel and to
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