A black and white island of peace and tranquility! A place where one can feel safe and protected.
One rainy afternoon in November, just around dusk a couple decided to cross a street in the old town, which pulses with chaotic energy that is utterly perplexing. It was a busy crossing, and the rain made it more difficult to see ahead. It was possible to see nothing but drops of water, dimmed lights, umbrellas, ponchos and wipers, moving fast to clean the windshield of the cars. It was also possible to hear nothing but the rain drops falling on the ground and wipers rubbing itself against the glass. An umbrella was held by a man who offered shelter to a woman holding a bouquet of flowers. They were talking while crossing the street. One step ahead, and a black line crossed, then a white one, then a black and another white, and a further black and a scream and a car driving over the woman!
Eventually the driver was forced to stop the car. His face was cold, absentminded, pressed against a mobile phone. Thick moustache covered his top lip, which made it tremendously difficult to lip read his words. He was angry, his face turned red instantly, while he waved his hand across the glass giving sign to people in front to clear the street. In a moment the man on the street walked towards the car to open the driver’s door. His intention was human, full of care and pure. His desired outcome was to stop the driver driving off and face the consequences of his actions. When he opened the door, he become frozen in time. All the noise around him, every drop of rain, every light above him, become so blurred, so distant. He felt all alone, so small and insignificant. He looked up and brought his hands forward in a prayer in front of his chest. There was a silence followed by a bang bang…The driver shot him down…He hit the ground…bang bang….that awful sound…
After all, It should have always been black and white… However, it is never black and white…Destiny has its own set of colours; painting generously blood red over the zebra crossing embellished with colourful petals…M
Posted by mimmsiko on November 19, 2012
We all got sooo excited! A foreign cake shop has been opened in our neighbourhood. Wohooo! Cupcakes, brownies, caramel slices, muffins, pop cakes, famous apple pie, all that on our door step.
Phones are ringing, messages are flowing and emails are being sent, so that finally we all met at the city square and walked over the bridge to the old bazaar..
While walking, sweet words were coming out of our mouths. I was able to hear the boys in front sharing a recipe and the girls around me chatting about experiences gathered on the travels enriched by a delicious puddings and desserts. Everyone around me was eager to get to the place and the walking pace increased into a running. It did not take long to locate this cake shop as it is right next door to a well known to us, a vinary.
We sat on the decked veranda overlooking the old bazaar. Small wooden benches and tables neatly positioned on the veranda, were leaving very much a feel of a comfortable and cozy place to be. Surprisingly there was no music to link the place. A smiley chap approached our group, welcoming us broadly to the newly opened cake shop. Surprisingly there was not a menu. Instead one by one were asked to go inside and choose from the selection of cakes on offer. This place was hiding more surprises for us. There were only five types of small cakes to choose from. By the time I got the turn to choose, there were no cakes left on the plates in the fridge. Surprisingly I could see the emptiness, I could see the void between a cake and no cake. Is this a reality, is this a childish game or is it just a life lesson teaching simple disappointment? A cake shop with no cakes?
A cake shop with no cakes to buy, with no cakes to share, with no cakes to see at all? Isnt this the same as going to a tea house, but no tea available to drink? Or to a wine tasting evening but no wines to sample?
Was I having a great expectation about being able to taste something different in my home land or was it just a hope to see the world shrinking on my dessert plate? Whichever way, that gave the impression that disappointment was greatly bigger than any other feeling at this moment. It came as a wave and affected everyone within the group. Those who had a slice kindly offered to share with the rest. We got to taste them and that as far as it went. For those visiting after us, a cake shop with no cakes was more real then ever before…M
Posted by mimmsiko on November 14, 2012