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STORIES FROM NOWHERETOWN
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STORIES FROM NOWHERETOWN
MOISES F. SALINAS
WRITTEN IN ENGLISH, NORTH OF THE RIVER,
SOUTH OF REALITY
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Moiss F. Salinas
All Rights reserved. Can be freely distributed in whole
or in part with attribution to the author.
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INDICE DE CUENTOS
THE PIECE OF CLOTH .....................................7
A BUS RIDE ON A SUNNY DAY ....................19
MAXIMUM SECURITY ....................................27
THE DELAY .......................................................31
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THE PIECE OF CLOTH
2006
It was an early afternoon on a typical Friday
at the house of the Goldbaums. They lived in the
hird floor of a turn of the century building in a
nice area of the Bronx. A Jewish neighborhood
where, even though the majority of the families
were secular, the incoming Sabbath could be felt in
he air, with many Jewish households abuzz with
he preparations for the festive dinner. Michl, the
grandfather of the family was sitting in an old sofa,
next to the small terrace were the sun lit warmer at
hat time of the afternoon. His grandson, Joseph, oras he now preferred to be called, Joey, had just
returned from school. Joey was in seventh grade in
public school, and he was approaching the age
were he had to do his Bar-mitzvah. But to Michls
dismay, Joey did not really know much about
davening, the ritual prayers of Judaism. He did notspeak but a dozen of words of Yiddish and much
less Hebrew. He attended a fine public school were
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many of his friends were Jewish, but other than
Sunday religious school for the last year to prepare
him for his haftorah, a portion of the bible that you
read when you do you Bar-mitzvah, he never got
much of a Jewish education. Michl was greatly
roubled about this, but several years ago, after
arguing about it with his son Morris (Moishe by
birth) he decided there was nothing much he could
do about it. After all, as Morris had said, thisReform new ways were more modern, more
pluralistic and in tune with the melting pot that was
America, and very different from the orthodoxy
Michl grew up with far in the village, the shtetl o
his native Poland.
But today Michl was going to do somethingabout it. He decided that as Joey approached his
Bar-mitzvah, it was perhaps time to tell him a
story, and to pass on a memento from his own
grandfather. Joey, tatele, he called when Joey
was passing by the living room. Can you come for
a moment? I would like to tell you a story he saidin the very heavily Yiddish accented English that
he had learnt to speak years earlier, coming as a
refugee from the Holocaust in Europe.
Joey loved his grandfather very much, but
sometimes he found him annoying in the way most
older people tend to be for pre-adolescent children.In spite of that, he did not have anything really
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better to do before Shabbat, so he decided to
acquiesce with Michls request, and sat next to him
on a chair.
Joey, tatele. Many many years ago, my
Grandfather, your great great grandfather Mendel,
use to live in a very small village in an area close
o the border between Poland and Russia. I wish I
could tell you which country was it, but I really
cant because the area changed so much along theyears but the truth is that for us, the Jews, it
didnt really matter since we lived as our own
people, with our own language and customs, and it
did not make any difference if the ones who hated
us were the Poles, the Russians, the Ukrainians or
he Slovaks. For us it was all the same. Anyway,Joseph oh sorry, Joey, one day in the early
evening, my grandfather Mendel was getting ready
for Maariv. Oh, sorry, yes, Maariv, the evening
prayer Yes, I promise I will keep the foreign
words to a minimum, yes. Well, in any case, he
was getting ready for prayer time, when suddenlyhe heard great noise and commotion outside in the
street of the village. Before he could react,
somebody kicked down the door of their little shul,
he synagogue, and a big, dark Cossack soldier
dragged him outside with the rest of the men of the
village. There were probably a couple dozen ohem, and they smelled strongly to alcohol what?
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Reeked? Yes, reeked. They put all the men on the
center of the street, and their leader, a man named
Svoboda or something like it, pulled out his sword,
and a big, gold cross. I came to save your souls,
you Jewish sinners. He spoke with a drool and
was obviously very, very drunk. You should
resign your sinful ways and swear allegiance to our
only savior, Jesus the lord. And I shall let you
live. He said. Mendel was obviously very, veryafraid. He knew that these men were not joking, the
value of life back then was very, very low, and
Jewish life was even cheaper than that. They
looked at their rabbi for guidance, as these
Svoboda guy put the cross right in front of him.
The rabbi was silent for a moment, but then he began: Shemah Israel, Adonay Eloheinu, Adonai
Echad Oh, you learned that one in Sunday
school? Yes, yes, Hear thee, oh Israel, the lord is
our God, our Lord in one. Your great grandfather
Mendel remembered then the story of Rabbi
Chananya ben Teradyon who sacrificed himseland ended up burning wrapped in a Torah scroll
rather than renouncing his faith. And Kiddush
Hashem, the holiness of the name of God as the
only God of the people of Israel, and how over
generations we, the Jewish People, have died to
sanctify his name and maintain the legacy of Israel.And that gave him strength. So he started too:
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Shemah Israel, Adonay Eloheinu, Adonai Echad
Soon, all the men started to pray, together, and the
Rabbi, who was on his knees in front of Svoboda,
stood up. All the other men started to do the same,
but then Svoboda screamed and stabbed the Rabbi
in the chest. The other Cossacks fell upon the men
and started stabbing them right and left. Mendel
oo got stabbed and fell on the dirt. The Cossacks
burned the shul, and they left. Many of the mendied that night, but not your great grandfather. He
was injured, and very ill. They took him to his
house to rest, but he was not well. The next day,
Mendel called his son, Yitzhok, my grandfather.
Mendel had his Tallis with him, his prayer shawl,
which had been stained by his blood because hewas wearing it when the Cossacks dragged him out
into the street. He told my grandfather Yitzhok to
ake it. This is to remind you of your legacy.
Never forget who you are. Keep it and pass it on
for generations, and hopefully one day this Tallis
will make it to Jerusalem when the Moschiachcomes. Mendel died the next day, and even
hough Yitzhok was too young to say Kadish for
him at the funeral, he donned the blood stained
Tallis on and repeated the ancient words of the
bereavement prayer: Veyitkadal, Veytkadash,
sheme rabba
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Michl was very tired, and they had to stop the
story anyway to get ready to light the candles and
start the Shabbat. But that night, Joey stayed
awake very very late thinking about his great grand
father, the blood stained Tallis, and his legacy.
The next morning Joey could not wait to hear
he rest of the story, so he asked his grandfather
Michl to please continue where he left the night
before. Well, Yitzhok never washed the stains, and
he continued to use that Tallis for many years. I
remember as a young child thinking about it and
saying, why doesnt he wash that old dirty
Tallis? But one day he told me the story of the
Tallis, and I understood. When he died, a few yearslater, I kept the Tallis. I did not wear it all the time
as my grandfather Yitzhok did. But I kept it in a
very special place, and took it out on special
occasions when I needed to remind myself of the
hardship our people had to endure to survive for
he past 2000 years. That is, until several yearslater a guy by the name of Hitler came to power in
Germany. Oh, you learned about him too? In
school? Yes, he was a very mean person. He
wanted to kill all of the Jewish people. Well, he
was in Germany back then, and I was in Poland,
and we didnt think much about it at the beginning.But then the big war began and in a couple o
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weeks German soldiers were parading all over
Poland. And it wasnt long before SS soldiers came
into our little village and took all of us. I was a
very young man then, but I was married and had
one little son. No, Joey, Im sorry, both of them
died in the war. We got separated, and I was sent to
a concentration camp first. But when the German
soldiers came marching into the village, the first
hing I thought about was the Tallis, so I ran to myhouse and put it under my clothes. After a while I
got sent to another camp, and I could not keep the
Tallis anymore, but I did not want to loose the
legacy, so I cut off a corner, the tzitzit, and carried
it with me even as our condition was getting worst
and worst every day. Well, Ill tell you the story ohow I survived some other day, Joey, but for now
all I need to say is that I survived and the only
piece left I had from my life back at the shtetl was
hat little piece of a Tallis, with a small stain o
blood and a tzitzit that was more gray than white.
And yet, at that moment, the day the Americansoldiers marched into the camp and rescued us,
here was nothing more important to me than that
little piece of Tallis that in my mind represented
our legacy and the whole 2000 years of history o
he Jewish people outside of our land, the land o
Israel. No, I married your grandmother when I gothere, to America, and your father was born soon
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hereafter. Well, yes, as I matter of fact I do, I still
have it. And guess what? I have it right here with
me.
Michl pulled out a carefully folded
handkerchief from his pocket, unfolded it, and
revealed a small triangular piece of cloth that was
so grimy and discolored that it could really be
anything. At the center of the triangle there was a
hole, and from the hole, some strings, the tzitzit,hung in a tight knot. There was indeed a small
brownish stain, which Joey guessed was the blood
of this very ancient ancestor of his.
Joey, tatele, I want you to have the Tallis
now. Your Bar Mitzvah is approaching, and you
will become part of the people of Israel. When youdo, I want you to remember the legacy. I want you
o remember how hard it has been for our People to
make it this far.
Joey took the piece of Tallis that day, and the
day of his Bar Mitzvah he had it on his pocket, in
he handkerchief and inside a plastic bag. That dayhe felt very proud to be part of the legacy. The day
after, he put it in a closet. And there it remained for
many many years, undisturbed, and while not
completely forgotten, it became just a part of a
memory that Joey would only bring every once in a
while. He only took it out twice in the next 30years. The day his grandfather Michl died, as he
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held on tight on the small piece of Tallis as he
recited the ancient words of the Kadish, and the
day his own son, Michael, who had been named
after his great grandfather, became a Bar Mitzvah
on his own and thus part of the ancient people o
Israel.
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It was an early afternoon on a typical Friday
at the house of the Goldbaums. They lived in thefourth floor of modern building in an upscale area
of Seattle, a trendy neighborhood, where young
successful professionals made the bulk of the
enants. The incoming weekend could be felt in the
air with many of the young professionals were
abuzz with the preparations for the weekend, thedances and the dinner parties of the Friday night.
Yuan, a beautiful young woman whose
grandparents had emigrated from China, but who
now preferred to be called Jean and had very little
connection with her family, was getting ready for a
dinner party at her house. She had been married toMichael Goldbaum for about a year now. They
were very happy and they looked like the perfect
couple, perpetually happy, even though Michael
had a bad month or two after his father Joseph
passed away early that year from cancer. Jean was
looking for some tablecloths and dinnerware in acloset when she stumbled upon an unopened box
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hey had received after Michaels father passed
away, with some of Michaels childhood
belongings. She had plenty of time before the
dinner, and the box was kind of unsightly (Jean
loved cleanliness and organization, and everything
in her house had to be as close to perfection as
possible). She decided it was time to open the box,
and sort its contents out. She took some old
baseball cards, an old high school diploma, pictures, a small little league trophy. Some old
record albums (they dont even make those
urntables anymore, she thought). And inside a
small plastic bag, a white handkerchief. She
opened it, unfolded the handkerchief, and then was
disgusted with what she found. It was a small piece of old cloth, filthy and smelly, stained by
what looked like chocolate, and clearly had been
attached to something by an unraveling piece o
string that looked like it had been dragged through
mud. It was positively disgusting. She put is aside
and as soon as Michael got home she confrontedhim about it.
Jean, it is some sort of family heirloom. A
souvenir or something from and old ancestor. I
really dont remember the story that well. Yes, I
know is disgusting. Well, it kind of connects me to
my past. Yes, I know, we have to look towards thefuture, and I know that you gave up all of your old
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Chinese culture and break up with your family to
become part of the modern world, as you say it.
No, no, I know you wouldnt be married to me
otherwise. Fine, fine with me. Get rid of it. I know
how much that bothers you, and yes, I love you, so
if you thing is a focus of infection, just put it in the
garbage.
The next Monday, the city dump truck drove
hrough the pick up area of the complex. A largemetal container was dumped and then compacted
into the truck. The little piece of cloth, now mixed
with some rotten raspberries, some used paper
napkins, and a disposable diaper, laid inside.
The middle aged driver pushed the lever to
compact the trash further, but some of the leftoverfood splashed and stained his uniform. He cleaned
up the pieces of food from the nametag in his chest
hat clearly showed his family name, Svoboda.
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A BUS RIDE ON A SUNY DAY
2009
The 23 bus line takes you from the top of Mount
Scopus, down to the Old City of Jerusalem, via the
Arab neighborhood of Wadi Joz. It was the
preferred bus line for the students of the School for
Overseas Students at the Hebrew University oJerusalem, wanting to go down to the Old City: to
he Arab Shuk, or market, to the Western Wall,
or to the hundreds of small shops and restaurants
hat surround the ancient walls. It was a cold,
sunny, and dusty afternoon, just like many an
afternoon in a Jerusalem winter. I was riding the 23
bus line with my friend Mike, just as we had done
dozens of times before. It was an unremarkable,
white and red bus from the Egged bus cooperative,
except for the acrylic panels outside the windows.
Most buses in the world dont have acrylic panels.I mean, they didnt look pretty; they looked like
hey were hastily screwed to the body of the bus,
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giving it an unsightly appearance. Acrylic panels
also get scratched easily, and after a few months,
hey blur the view. When riding the 23 bus line, it
felt like you were watching the city go by from
some sort of fog. Which was very fitting, since
riding a bus in Jerusalem is like traveling on a time
machine: From the very modern and architecturally
impressive Hebrew University, that dominates the
summit of Mount Scopus with a commanding viewof the city, you enter some of the older
neighborhoods of Jerusalem where you suddenly
find yourself in 16th century eastern Europe. Men
fully clad on black robes or rain cotes, old
fashioned hats, and long beards. Women donning
long skirts and head scarves or even wigs. Narrow paved streets that look more like they belong in
Cracow or Warsaw than in the Middle East. And
hen the bus turns left. And your are in the land o
Sherezade, the 1001 nights and Aladdin. Arab men
shouting, with white and red Kefiyes over their
heads. Donkeys and sometimes horses pulling cartsfull of produce, or spices. That is Jerusalem, the
city of gold. The city of Miracles. The city o
stones. Since the beginning of the 20th century,
every building in the city has to be built, by code,
with the white limestone that is common in the
hills surrounding Jerusalem. At dusk, the sundowngives the city a yellow glow that poets over the
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eons have compared to gold. But at noon, with the
sun up high, it just looks like stone. But stones
were everywhere in Jerusalem of the late 1980s.
They were on the walls, on the paved streets, on
he ancient ruins, and in the air. Yes, in the air,
because besides being the city of stones, Jerusalem
is the city of conflict. The city has been fought over
and conquered dozens of times, by the Israelites,
he Mesopotamians, the Babilonians, the Greeks,he Romans, the Mamelucs, the Muslims, the
Christians, the Ottomans, the French, the British,
he Jews, hey, some people say even the Aliens.
No, not illegal Aliens, Extraterrestrial Aliens. Are
hey are not joking either. The Internet is full o
stories, from the Second Temple to Elijah the prophet, claiming a connection to Aliens. In any
event, the point is that Jerusalem is the city o
stones, and the city of war, and at that point, in the
winter of 1987, the stones and the war came
ogether. See, in 1967, depending on which side o
he stone you where, Israel either liberated orconquered the east side of Jerusalem. And for the
next 20 years, the Palestinians from Jerusalem,
which where for the most part considered second-
class citizens de facto even if legally they were
supposed to have all the rights of their Jewish
counterparts, actually did their best at integratingeconomically to the new Israeli reality. But by
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1987, a new generation of Palestinians, who had
only known Israeli occupation, and had never lived
under Jordanian occupation, or British occupation,
or Ottoman occupation, got tired of this particular
occupation and were willing to fight for their self-
determination. And that is when the stones and the
conflict came together in beautiful synergy.
Palestinias, first in the Jebalia refugee camp, then
in the rest of the West Bank, Gaza, and Jerusalem,decided to fight the powerful Israeli Army with
stones. The same stones that gave Jerusalem its
aurous name became the weapon of choice for
hese perennially occupied people. The Israelis
were mystified. How does the mythical Army o
he six-day-war and the Entebbe rescue fight anarmy of stone-wielding Palestinian Davids? The
reactions were varied. Rubber coated bullets,
water cannons, tear gas. Break their legs said the
legendary Yitzhak Rabin. And of course, acrylic.
Tons and tons of acrylic sheeting to cover the
windows of military vehicles, of civilian vehiclesof West Bank Israeli settlers, and of course, of that
non-descriptive white and red Israeli line 23 bus
hat me and my friend Mike were riding that
ordinary afternoon in Wadi Joz.
Take Cover screamed the driver. The bus was
pretty full and there was no room in the center aisleo drop to the floor. I was sitting next to the acrylic
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covered window anyway, so all I could do was
crouch. I remembered those little safety cards from
he airplanes that said that in case of emergency,
you should put your head between your legs. I
dont think the safety engineers on airplanes ever
hought about flying stones as one of those
emergencies, but that was all I could think of on
hat second. I was expecting baseball sized, sharp
rocks to start hitting the window any second now.Probably because what we, and the rest of the
world had seen on TV, I imagined Palestinian teens
on the other side of the street, like young Arab
versions of Roger Clemens or Fernando
Valenzuela, throwing with all their might to try and
break the acrylic sheeting protecting the bus (me!)from their fury. So what happened next came as a
otal surprise. A heavy, loud thump!! From the
ceiling. I instinctively lifted my head in surprise,
ust to hear a second thump!! And actually saw the
roof of the bus cave in a little and begin to crush
ust like an empty beer can against the forehead oJohn Belushi. This were no stones. They were
massive boulders, several dozen if not hundreds o
pounds heavy, that had been lined up carefully on
he edge of the roof of adjacent buildings. I was
paralyzed. Would the roof of the bus cave in,
letting one of this massive rocks in, crushing thebodies of the people inside? I was not confident the
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aluminum body of a bus could take the impacts,
not to say anything about the useless acrylic that
he Egged cooperative spent millions installing in
many of its buses. It was a small example of a
basic rule of warfare: improve your defenses, and
he enemy will eventually find a way to improve its
weapons. Military solutions are never final, always
cyclical.
And then, a miracle happened. No, the Israeli armydid not show up to save our souls. No, the bus did
not sped away, it had to slowly roll out because o
he traffic. Neither God nor the Jerusalem Aliens
lifted the bus into safety. No. The miracle was at a
more human level. As I sat there, with my torso
down and my head up, paralyzed in disbelief, myfriend Mike took the hood of my coat, and put it
over my head. Just like that. Suddenly I had the
certainty that the thin cloth hood would protect me.
Suddenly my thoughts moved away from the fear
of being stoned to death, to that simple, useless act
of kindness, of caring.Slowly, through the rain of rocks that weirdly
reminded me of the sound of heavy hail, the bus
struggled to roll out of Wadi Joz. The roof was
seriously dented. Suddenly, a massive rock hit the
windshield. The driver steered left, and the bus
went off the road and started speeding down the
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hill, faster and faster, towards the valley down
below
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MAXIMUM SECURITY
2002
The van arrived to the building early in the
morning. It was a large, mostly concrete and
unassuming building surrounded by security
guards. I have never been in the big building
before. Sure, I have been in places like this one,
but mostly small time. Local, maybe state, but
never in one of the big ones. Federal guards
escorted you pretty much from the beginning. A
long time ago, you were allowed to bring some o
your possessions with you, maybe even a small
bag. Not any more. At some point the feds got fedup with people trying to smuggle dangerous stuf
and they simply prohibited us from bringing any
items inside at all.
I knew the drill. Even though this was the first time
with the feds, I knew what I was supposed to do.
They lined all the people from the van in a longline. We were being watched all the time by
guards with automatic weapons, and you were
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always afraid that something would happen i
anybody misbehaved. Finally, after a long wait
hat seemed like hours, I arrived to a counter. I
submitted my documents, was placed against a
screened wall, and a camera took pictures that were
compared to a computer database to make sure I
did not have any priors. A fingerprint scanner also
confirmed my identity, and after I was issued a
number ( A-G17-14D) I was escorted by a guardfor the security check.
I had to remove all my clothing. The security
guard placed all small items (my watch, my wallet)
in a paper bag, and then the paper bag with all the
clothes in a marked, sealed plastic bag. Then the
humiliation began. They stripped searched me,made me kneel, made sure I was not smuggling
any dangerous items in my anus. Then pulled from
a shelf a plain gray jump suit, and fabric slippers
with plastic soles. They gave them to me with a
plain paper pass with my name and assigned
number. Nothing was allowed inside anymore.Anything, pens, belts, even shoelaces, could be
used as weapons so they had to make sure nothing
made it inside.
The gray jumpsuits were marked with big white
letters on the back, Property of AA. I was placed
on another line, and even though I have beenstripped searched already, I still had to walk
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hrough a metal detector. Finally, a group of us
was escorted to A-G17 by another security guard.
At the end of a metal hallway, we could see the
heavy, hermetic steel door where a young woman
reviewed my pass and plainly told me: 14 D.
Straight to the right. Thank you for flying
Amazing Airlines.
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THE DELAY
(Translated from Spanish)
1992
I had my sight glued into the white device, which
remained stubbornly silent, waiting for it to react as
if my life depended on it. In the beginning, I did
not doubt even for a second that it would be amatter of hours, or maybe a day, for him to call. It
was like, so obvious. After all, he was the one that
ook the first step (that's the way it always is and
he way it should be) even though, of course, I had
done everything necessary to be noticed by him: A
smile, a slight touch, a fleeting glance. He was talland dark and with very masculine traits. He was
sitting in a table with two friends, no girls. I was
sitting in mine, with a group of girlfriends from
school, and had set my sights on him from the
moment we arrived. Our eyes crossed paths, and he
smiled. I did not smile back, but I kept staring at
him for a fraction of a second longer than
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necessary. I knew that would keep him interested.
For a while I just talked to my friends about trivial
stuff attempting not to look towards him. Then I
urned. Indeed, he was looking at me. He tried
again, he smiled. This time I smiled back, but then
quickly turned my head around. I turned back to
see him, and I laughed loudly as a friend was
elling a joke. Finally, he stood up and walked to
my table. He approached me with a generic type oexcuse, something like "Don't I know you from
somewhere?" or "Aren't you so and so's sister?" I
don't really remember.
One moment, the phone
My hart beats with violence, I'm mad and at the
same time I feel helpless. When the phone rang Ihought it was him. I thought about everything he
would say:
"Hello"
"Heather?" I recognize his voice.
"Yes. Who is this?" I pretend not to know."Robert"
"Robert?"
"Yeah, from the bar, the other night"
"Oh, yes. Robert" I say with an uninterested
intonation.
"How are you?"
"OK"
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"Listen, I wanted to ask you out on Friday"
"Oh, I can't Friday" I lie.
"How about Saturday?"
"Where to?"
"To this place"
"Maybe, I don't know. Why don't you call me
Friday to confirm?"
"OK, but it's a date"
"Maybe. Call me""OK, bye, but I'll see you Saturday"
"See you"
A few more words, a few less words. I approached
he device while my heart accelerated to the
rhythm of the bell sound:RingRingRingRing..RingRingRing.
"Hello"
A fraction of a second, no more, are necessary to
arise hope, and then, a voice.
A woman's voice.She asks for my mother, and I feel a frozen liquid
flow through my veins, and I tremble while I call
my mother. The fluid gets to my eyes, where it
attempts to escape in the form of a tear
But no. Who does he think he is, to deserve a tear.
They are all the same, men only want to play withyou. That's what he is doing, playing. Well, I will
not stand for it this time, not anymore.
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Ever.
If he calls I will not answer. If his intentions had
been honest, if he had felt attracted to me, he
would've called right away. To wait for three days
means that he only wants me "to have fun." Well,
his time he is dead wrong. I will not fall on his
rap.
I can figure out his strategy: He waits for three or
four days, since he knows I'm attracted to him.Otherwise, why would I have accepted to dance
with him from the get go? That was my mistake. I
gave him "wings." I Know he KNOWS I'm
attracted to him, and he begins to play his game.
By the third day, he knows I'm thinking about him,
hoping for his call, desiring him Finally, he calls,asks me out. Of course, he is sure I'll accept. He
akes me to an elegant place, maybe a restaurant,
ells some tasteful jokes, we drink some wine, and
hen
"You are a very beautiful woman, Heather." I
blush. He is preparing the terrain."Thanks for the compliment, but you know it's not
rue" I lie. I've always been told that modesty is
a good quality in a lady.
"Oh, no. It's true. I never lie." Another lie. But
here is nothing I could say.
"You know," he goes on "since the moment I sawyou I was attracted to you." A pause. The pause is
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important since it generates expectation. On one
hand, he lowers my defenses with a compliment,
hen he makes me wait, to long for him to say
something, I do not know what, but something.
And finally, when he says it, one falls into the trap.
Whatever he says, it was what I was longing to
hear. I smile, and he goes on:
"It is like so incredible that we have such a good
ime togetherand, you know, is that I wouldlike to be closer to you"
Closer to you. That is the first pitch, a curve,
sneaky. It is vague enough to be misinterpreted,
but direct enough to initiate his move. I give it a
pass, not my king of pitch.
"What do you mean, Robert?""Oh, nothing." That's zero strikes one ball. "It's just
hat I would like to have something between us
beyond just friendship. I would like to get to know
you better, I want there to be something special
between us."
Makes me wonder. Maybe I was wrong? Maybehis intentions are honest? But that is what he
wants. To make me doubt. NO, this is also part o
his game. If I had swung for it, Zoooom! Strike.
The pitch was inside, or perhaps it is the "bat" he
wants to get inside. But if he doesn't, then the old
story. Just a 'friendly' pitch.
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He changes the topic, again, courteous and
friendly, but this time he takes my hand. His hand
is strong yet delicate. It's warm, it feels good. I let
him be and he keeps talking without interruption.
He smiles. His smile is charming, and his eyes.
But it is all part of the plan.
The telephone rings again. It's him, I thought.
Ill let my mother pick up. In a second, she'll yell
"Heather, pick up the phone."
"Who is it, Mom?"
"Robert"
"Tell him I'm out." That's it. A taste of his own
medicine. And let him listen 'Tell him I'm out.'
I wait for my mother's call, but it doesn't come.
Silence. What's going on? Why doesn't she yell? I
approach the phone and pick up for a second.
"Julie, don't forget the committee meeting"
It's not him.
I hang up very rapidly, and I feel desperate.
Maybe something happened to him. Maybe he
couldn't call, he is on a trip, or he thinks is
courteous to wait a few days before calling.
Everything was so magical the other day, I can't believe he would do something like this on
purpose.
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We were talking in the bar for a while. He was at
he same time funny and interesting. His eyes
looked so beautiful in the tenuous orange light, and
he sound of my favorite song suddenly filled the
air. That soft ballad, full of love.
I looked him in the eye and he read that I wanted to
dance. I took my hand, and without saying a word
he took me to the floor. He placed his hand in my
waist, and I garbed his shoulder. It was a strongand safe shoulder, that attracted my head just like a
soft pillow in which you want to dream a fairy
dream. Our hands, strongly clutched, and our
bodies rocking to the rhythm of the soft music. I
felt in paradise. I did not resist when he pulled me
oward him, softly, sweetly. I rested my head onhis shoulder, like a fulfilled dream, and I felt his
chest touching mine. I let the music take over. I
closed my eyes and I felt we were flying. He
gently pressed his body against mine, and I felt his
legs moving in rhythm next to mine, one, two
one, two. The music played and drugged me witha wonderful love potion. I felt his breath on my
neck, and a soft, warm sensation filled my
rembling body. The sensation of his body over
my chest excited me, and I was sure he felt mine
on his, through my clothes and his. I yearned to
feel his skinThe phone again.
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I answered almost automatically.
"Hello" And then I realized my mistake.
"Heather?" A male's voice. I got nervous. What
was the sound of His voice? I don't remember.
"Yes?"
"Is your Mom home. This is your uncle Charlie"
Disappointment and Relief.
It is amazing how two emotions so contradictory
can live inside you. We women are ambivalent beings. We can love and hate at the same time.
That is our weakness.
And that is why we must be tough. We must
follow 'the rules' and not become easy prey.
Because the balance is broken and they take
advantage of it because of our love. Men are notambivalent. They only look for sex. Sex or
submission. Or in easier terms, while the soul o
he woman is hungry for romance, the body of the
man is hungry for sex. They are parallel feelings.
Just like safety and submission, we look for safety,
hey for submission.We kept dancing for a little while. Well, to me it
felt like a little while, but my girlfriends
approached me and hinted that it was late and it
was time to go home. I could hear in their voices a
number of different feelings. Disapproval for
allowing to be seduced by a man I barely knew,
ealousy for finding a 'stud' while they were leaving
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empty-handed (or should I say empty-legged?), and
also some worry , since when I finally looked at
my watch I realized it was getting late.
"Heather, let's go because we all came in Monica's
car"
"If you want, I can give you a ride home" Robert
said "where do you live?"
"Oh, no, please, don't worry. I live at the other end
of town" and I explained in some detail where 'theother end of town' was in an attempt for him to
read in my words 'Yes, I want you to take me.'
"Oh, please, is no bother. I live around that area"
when in fact he lived quite in the opposite
direction.
The Phone!I ran towards the device, and just as if it had been
at a thousand degrees Fahrenheit, I jerked my hand
away from it just as I touched it. No, I will not
answer.
It rang once, twice, five times
"Heather, can you get the phone" yelled mymother.
Six. I pick up.
"He" Click. They hung up.
I'm suddenly overwhelmed by doubt. What if it
was him? Would he call again? I feel pain in mystomach, and a drop of cold sweat runs down my
back. What a fool I am. Besides, who told me to
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start imagining things. Maybe he has a perfectly
good reason not to call until now, maybe he is
really busy, he has finals, I don't know, something.
It was so beautiful the other night. So magical, so
special.
I called my Mom and told her we were going to be
out for another while longer. "Don't get home too
late" she said. "don't worry, Mom, Monica willake me home." More lies. But what matters a little
lie when you feel love knocking on your door? We
kept chatting. Small talk. Then, that cool song by
he popular artist started to play. I looked at him
with a begging expression. He understands. Shall
we dance? He whispers something to one of hisfriends and we hit the dance floor. When we are
done dancing, his friends are gone. We sat and
kept talking about us, our likes and dislikes, our
lives, everything. We are so similar, and yet so
different in the small details. I like that. I have no
doubt I'm attracted to him and he is to me. Or isn'the?
The imagination flies and time does too,
unnoticeably. We are in another dimension,
chatting, laughing together, holding hands. It seems
like only a second has elapsed when I finally look
at my watch.
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"My Mom is going to kill me!!!" I jump out of my
seat.
"Don't worry. We'll be at your home in a minute"
He said which with such confidence that a strange
feeling of calm invades me.
We get on his car, and begin a long road to an
unwanted farewell. Almost without noticing, his
fingers drip down and weave in with mine. We
stay that way, in silence, until we get home.Silence and love. I was drunk with happiness and
at that instant I couldn't ask for anything else in the
world.
"Well, we're here"
"Yeah. We are here." I look at him with sadness.
I would like for that evening to go on forever.Only one thing was missing.
"Why don't you give me your phone and I'll call
you" the phrase interrupted by the speed in
which I get a pen from my purse and I write down
my number in a piece of paper. I sign it: Heather,
and draw a happy face right next to it.Just like the happy face, he looks at the paper, and
smiles. He steps out of the car and opens the door
for me. I stand up, look at him, and almost like
making a wish he holds me with tenderness and
ime seems to stand still. He moves his face closer
o mine and only one thing was missing: a kiss. Ifeel his lips, warm and moist, on mine. My heart
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beats furiously and I get scared of myself. I freeze.
A few seconds go by and I feel confused, and
finally he moves away. I feel like an idiot, and
begin to wonder what is he thinking about me. I'm
ashamed of having desired that kiss so much only
o ruin it by getting petrified when he finally does.
I would like to hug him and kiss him again just to
show him, but
"Bye" is all I can say."Good bye. I'll call you" but it sounded like I
don't know. Maybe I'm just imagining things.
Maybe it was sadness what I heard in his voice, or
maybe not. Maybe hope, I don't know. He looked
at me intensely for a few seconds as I was opening
he door, trying not to turn around. Finally he goton his car and drove away. Away from me.
That night I could barely sleep. I was thinking
about him, his hugs, his kiss. About me. The next
day I was expecting all day, waiting
The Phone!!!I run to pick up and grab the handset: "Hello"
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