Start and finish. Birth and death. Is time a straight line? Surely it all ends when we close our eyes and when we go…somewhere. Some of all raised by that thought, that we must go somewhere after our existence, just to create that comfort, and give peace to people that not everything ends and that life after is even more beautiful. Now, even if that might be true, we are not sure. What we are sure of is this life. We can see it and feel it. We can feel it on our skin, and anytime when we think, when we create these mental puzzles and paths. What we are sure of is now, and how we create our complex puzzle called life, and what pieces will we use in order to make sense. Those pieces are all around us, they are everywhere. And despite knowing that this (a)society now is based on individualism, and we are trained like monkeys (sorry monkeys just a metaphor, I actually adore you) to believe that our life depends on us. Deadly wrong. What matters is the connections that we form with everything around us. What matters is the connection that I am using now in order to post this scribble. And what mattered yesterday night, at that moment, was her. One piece of a puzzle. A really fascinating piece of a puzzle.
It all started unconventionally. But I do like that. She told me that she will be late. I didn’t have any problem with it, because I knew this night will be special. She arrived on a bike. And right then, she started proving me what I was suspecting: she is different. And I can recognise different people easily. I find these people interesting. First thought that crossed my mind : She must be an adventurer. And I happened to confirm this fact, by the way she filled the bar corridor, the way she feels closed and trapped in a small space, the way she moved around the bar. I could see her energy, her restless aura that was glowing all around her. She was like a hurricane that can destroy everything around her if you are not careful. At time she reminded me of a French girl with her movements and her purple beret, but with an even stronger spirit of a girl from the east. And once a person sees that, it’s hard not to get addicted of it. But because I had to stay with my feet on my ground, and act ”normal” and not say something that will be too much, for a first encounter, I had to remain not that impressed. And I was. It was probably one of the very first experiences in life, where I meet a person like that. So unique, so talkative, so willing to listen to whatever I had to say. Some people tend to become uninterested. She didn’t. And something tells me (that something maybe is the fact that she stayed longer than she expected and she actually surprised herself) that my not so well thought words and stories are interesting to her as well. Looking at her eyes I knew she was drawn. I was and still am surely. I didn’t look at time at all and she didn’t as well. Time is important and we are the architects of time, but at that moment, time was not continuous. My mind wandered whenever she talked, and sometimes I reached places like I was there. I couldn’t stop talking to her, and I think that she had “troubles” stopping talking back. I knew that night will end, but I knew that it was special. I felt like not ending. In my mind it continued, and I am still going back to yesterday, trying to find out more about her, something that I might have missed, a little detail, the smallest one.
The night was special because it was not ordinary. We went to a coffee after that. I liked that she liked doing unconventional things. Like having a coffee after. In a random bar. With random people around us and a dog. With a bartender that was crying for his sleep.
At the end, as we watched at the river together I felt different. I was passing that part before, but this time, the water was different. It was more calm, even though the teenagers were too loud and too drunk. I insisted on waiting for her tram. And I wanted the tram to be late. Just so that I can talk to her more and more and get to know her more and more. And I don’t want to stop. And something tells me that it won’t stop.