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Woohoo, we’ll be at Voizines on the 8th of April!
Meanwhile, in DA...
That weird moment when a DA group actually features one of your fanfics.
“It must be well written, have good grammar, structure etc...“
A dream
„Not a car, yet?“
I turn my head. The soldier from 2 days ago, sits down next to me. A sad smile on his thin lips.
„Cigarette?“
„Yeah, thanks.“
We smoke in silence. My head hammers. I've drunk too much the last two days.
„I can drive you.“
„You live there?“
He shakes his head.
„No, but I see that you want to get there and you don't like trains and you need a car and I'm going to drive home, to Minsk.“
I take another shot.
„How do you know I don't like trains?“
His brown eyes regard me knowingly.
„None of us will ever enter a fucking train again, I guess.“
I lookt at him carefully.
„I guess you're right.“
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„When we first arrived in Budapest, in this empty apartment, we didn't talk for good three days. We'd just slept, lay down next to each other, embracing the other like our fucking life depended on it. We'd been so tired. I had been so tired, I think, never, ever after that I had felt so empty, dull, just done with everything. But it had gotten better. We had had each other. And out of this pit, this fucking pit of horror, we had pulled each other out of it. And so we had tried to live.“
„And then?“
I shrug, take a drag, look out the window.
„And then...,“ I look at the soldier.
„He went off and never returned.“ His face doesn't flinch.
„So you're looking for a guy who left you, a guy who is either dead or even if he's alive, what if he actually fucking abandoned you? Did you never think about that.“
I ash into the wind.
„No,“ my voice is raspy from the smoke, „no....I know he would not abandon me.“
„Why did he leave anyway?“
„I was sick with a fever and he wanted to get a doctor, something, anything.“
„Fuck,“
Now there's silence. I appreciate it. The wind is harsh, gets colder the further we drive. I'm not nervous though I should be, but my mind wanders off and I feel empty and that's okay, it's quiet peaceful actually. The leaves have fallen and every tree looks dead, or broken somehow, naked, like a puppet without a dress. The trees get more, the people less. And after a while there's nothing but deep woods, without any trace of civilization.
„It's fucking weird, I think you know more about my life, than a man I already lived with almost ten years and fuck, I don't even know your name.“
His brown eyes smile at me.
„There's not much to tell,“ he chuckles. „My name is Jakob, everyone I loved besides my sister is dead, and now I am a Jew taking care of Germans.“
And out of nowhere, I say.
„Come home.“
„What?“ His head turns to me. And I see confusion there, maybe even rage, but beneath that, I see ….longing...and strangely, I understand him.
„Come home to Eretz, go to your sister and then just take this car and drive to Italy there'll be a ship to home.“
Jakob grins, shakes his head, with his somewhat too long hair.
„You're crazy, come on. I just...we-“
„The last time our people said we don't go, we lost everything, so no, you gonna make it exactly like I said. End of discussion.“
And we drove on. It got darker and it started to rain. I didn't take a cigarette in my hand, till we arrived in the hotel.
The room is freezing amd we both just fall down on the mattress, still dressed.
I turn the light off and into the dark I hear Jakob whisper:
„Good night, David.“
„One last question,“ I whisper back. I feel the weight of the mattress shifting, as he moves his body closer to mine.
I turn my head., look into his dark eyes, the moon leaving little sprinkles on his face.
„Why don't you think I'm crazy? Why don't you judge me, by just having a dream, to think a person is alive?“
His cold hand touches my cheek.
„When my mama died, she stood at my bed. So, no, I don't think you're crazy.“
I move closer to him.
„Good night, Jakob.“
He embraces me, pulls me closer, closer, closer...
„Sleep well.“
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I start to shiver, though I am not even at the door, yet. And I haven't knocked yet. It's a small house. Made out of stone, old.
I was never so frightened in my whole life. What if he isn't Anton? What if all of this, is just the stupidest, craziest fucking idea, I ever had?
So I stand there, Minutes pass.
Suddenly, a man opens the door. My heart plummets into the pit.
He looks at me. I stare back.
I feel like someone just took the bones out of my body and I'm nothing but a pile of flesh.
And then he flies into my arms, bursting into hot, dashing tears.
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