A HAND IN THE FOG

XXI

She didn’t remember how many times in that fifteen days she said thank you and the name of the dark blue sea!

Countless. Several times. Sometimes thank you Universe, many times thank you to him. And the name of the dark blue sea each every corner when she could see the sea circulating the little and beautiful cities.

The ruins, the temples, the food, the wine, the history, the churches, the ice creams, the forum… by all and for all she said thank you. And in the moments that he touched her so soft – she said thank you for the Life.

He smiled after every thank you and after the name of the dark blue sea.

It was delicious to watch his joyful smiles. After all that happened – his smile it was the best gift to her – a wonderful pleasure. She enjoyed his smiles like it was the first smile in the beginning of the Life.

All the evenings – after the delicious dinner with delicious wine – they walked back to the hotel. And they sat in some square close to the sea – and smocked cigars. And they talked about themselves or their memories.  The night covered the colors but the city ​​lights drew the salty aroma rising by walled that circumvented the squares. At each new city – more surprises and joyness. Only the sound of her voice repeating the several thank you and the name of the dark blue sea was the same.

They smiled and laughed from everything. They enjoyed the casual and the programmed.

But it was unbelievable the last night in one of the cities.

After the fantastic restaurant and the delicious food and the perfect wine they went to the square to smoke the cigar.  After all and full of a warmish sensation they come back hugged at the hotel. Inside the beautiful room – she decided to charge the cell phone battery.

In seconds a slight explosion left them in the dark. A short circuit put out the room. She screamed and laughed. And laughed.

It was a wonderful hotel – all starry and they were in a gorgeous room and in front of such dark blue sea. And she almost exploded all the stars. He was so pragmatical and within few moments they were in another room that the manager organized to help them.

But it was not enough for that night.

When she was on the corridor between the bed and the toilet of the new room with many lights on – she screamed again. A scream that all the opera composers would have loved – deified.

At this time it was not because an electrical short circuit. At this time she screamed without a laugh.

He knew her style and understood that something really tragic was happening.

He jumped off the bed so fast. Beside her he understood immediately – worst than a big circuit.

Calmly a cockroach without absolutely care screams or any kind of circuits – walked. Just walked.

It was a dance much faster than a tango could be – and of course much more efficient. Legs went to the right place. She jumped on the bed and he jumped on the cockroach.

And with this isolated pas-de-deux – it was killed the calm cockroach instantly – that died probably without any time to understand the line between a ride and a death. A Shakespearian cockroach – at the end all is silence.

And never a tango was so well appreciated.

He was as always – if you want we can get out now from here to another hotel. But she said no – the killer made a good job and all was finished.

And they smiled together – laughed. After an almost fire – a murder in the middle of the night. It was perfect for the style of the island.

And the rest of the night was celebrated with the dance of the legs and different of the volcano – they were mute but not in silence.

In the next morning very early they went to another city of the Island.

What a wonderful place. She was sure that it was the most beautiful place all over the Planet.

That was a really unforgettable trip.

When they went back to La Grande Nave Veloce – she began realized a new list of difference. Yes. Veloce.

If in the beginning it was a philosophy – now it was a hard and iced word. All was so fast. The ship skirted on the way back the small islands.

She looked it cutting the waves as the cut that she felt in her heart.  She was happy and sad.

And she understood that when memories began to work it is because the reality is changing. Or then when much more memories come – farther is the reality. Look back makes the Present cloudy. And many other sensations came to her very fast – much larger and faster than La Grande Nave Veloce. And a kind of grip caused an immense pain in the heart and shared with the bones as a sensation of a rheumatic disease – all hurt and all was particularized.

She looked sadly when said good bye to the dark blue sea.

They went back to his beautiful bedroom. It would be their last night together after the fifiteen nights.

The Future sometimes can be myopic – but never blind.

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