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Meeting With A Stranger (March, 1976)
… a few days before a job was assigned to him …
«Meet me tonight», the unknown girl woman. «Warrior’s Square, seven o’clock.»
He had no particular wish to go, but…
«All right», he said. «See you tonight.»
He went there, of course, and, of course, on the dot.
Seven o’clock p.m. he was there, for the first time after a long time, he realized.
Strips and mounds of frozen snow, not exactly frozen, but packed and creaking, grainy and flaking away under the heel, really frozen only along the sides, at the base of the little mound, a translucent layer of ice on the flagstones of the square.
However, she will not come, he thinks, but why?
He stands at the corner, under the arcade.
He doesn’t want to stay still there, nor walk fitfully in the middle of the square, under the beam fo light projected on the clock of the tower.
Suddenly, a flare of memories from another meeting …
If she came, she would be seen, but they don’t meet each other.
A quarter past seven, he goes away and walks for about two hours.
It’s good to walk by night.
He likes the night, he likes to walk by night …
… palm trees, long beaches, sun and sea, hot steaming fragrant coffee, whilst doing a job, coffee two or three times a day or more, slow gestures, dry grass, even sugar, reefs and cliffs above crashing waves, green rocks, blue, white, and wonder what kind of visions …
«Meet me tonight», the unknown girl woman. «Warrior’s Square, seven o’clock.»
He had no particular wish to go, but…
«All right», he said. «See you tonight.»
He went there, of course, and, of course, on the dot.
Seven o’clock p.m. he was there, for the first time after a long time, he realized.
Strips and mounds of frozen snow, not exactly frozen, but packed and creaking, grainy and flaking away under the heel, really frozen only along the sides, at the base of the little mound, a translucent layer of ice on the flagstones of the square.
However, she will not come, he thinks, but why?
He stands at the corner, under the arcade.
He doesn’t want to stay still there, nor walk fitfully in the middle of the square, under the beam fo light projected on the clock of the tower.
Suddenly, a flare of memories from another meeting …
If she came, she would be seen, but they don’t meet each other.
A quarter past seven, he goes away and walks for about two hours.
It’s good to walk by night.
He likes the night, he likes to walk by night …
… palm trees, long beaches, sun and sea, hot steaming fragrant coffee, whilst doing a job, coffee two or three times a day or more, slow gestures, dry grass, even sugar, reefs and cliffs above crashing waves, green rocks, blue, white, and wonder what kind of visions …