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Story from a table

As I already told you guys before, it`s kinda strange to see that from week to week you start having different feelings towards the tables you have to serve at. This week maybe you hate one table, because the people sitting at it are really annoying and disrespectful. Next week you love it, simply because the guests are treating you nice (and by nice I do not mean receiving tips only!!). So a couple of weeks ago, I had table 13. There was a couple: a *Her” and a “Him”. She was about 50 years old, but she looked very young, despite all the wrinkles on her face. Her eyes were really green and her hair was always perfect. You could have easily say that she is a Lady: the way she walked, the way she was looking at you (sometimes with coldness, sometimes with sweetness), the way she was eating, and finally, the way she was talking to the one in front of her.

He, on the other side, was an old man at about 70 or 80, with his white hair always perfect, on a side, a tall and skinny man, dressed poorly (compared to the wines he ordered during his stay), glucose allergic, but with a voice full of care and love that from the first moment I have remarked. I do not know if they were together or not, as a couple, because they never kissed, they had only intelligent discussions about wine making process, about history and philosophy. But I am sure that for this man, this women was everything he had at that very moment. I was clearing another table next to theirs and suddenly heard:

“Cheers for you, my darling! Thank you for making my life wonderful every day!”

And she smiled, like a Lady. Of course, I stopped for a moment and realised: despite their age, they are still young inside. Their eyes were so young and cheerful and full of joy. She was waiting for him to finish all his meals. In this time, she was looking at him and from time to time sang the song that was played at the piano, but so quiet, that you could have only see her lips moving. I never saw him looking around them, except looking at her. Only when, of course, I was serving their meals and drinks, he always called my name:

“Thank you, Ynes, for this wonderful meal”,”Ynes, I think we will keep the wine for tomorrow, or..just pour a bit more now. You know why? Because I am going to have some cheese and if I have my cheese, my wine, I will be more than happy tonight!”.

Once, he asked me if he can play the piano. I did not know what to answer since the piano over here is very expensive and only our pianist is allowed to touch it. And moreover, I did not know if he would know to play it. I`ve asked my boss and the next moment I came back from the kitchen, I saw him: playing a song full of joy, with his quick hands, the other guests were fascinated, as well as the Lady that could not stop smiling. In the end, he apologized if he disturbed anyone, but his piano at home is broken and did not play it for a long time. The other guests were still applauding. At the end of their stay, I did not have the opportunity to say good bye, since I had off. I did not receive any tips, even though I was being their waitress during their whole stay. But I received something more important: the joy of serving them. It was my pleasure to serve them, it was my pleasure to make them happy and pleased. To see such a young smile on an old face. To hear small chats about history and philosophy and most of all, to see that love can be of all kind, at any age and no matter how old you are, you should not feel embarrassed to express what you feel towards the ones that you love.

Cheers to all of you who are not afraid!

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Fum…

Ar fi fost imposibil sa se intalneasca dupa 4 ani in care, hai primul an au vorbit pe net, declarandu-si dragoste eterna, mentinand acelasi vis din liceu despre o casuta si 3 copii impreuna, despre atatea si atatea planuri, despre rottweiler-ul de care urmau sa aibe grija, despre nopti pierdute privind la tavan, povestind cat de frumoasa, dar dureroasa a fost viata departe unul fata de celalalt in tot acest timp. Ei bine, dupa primul an, s-au cam schimbat lucrurile. Ce aveau ei, de fapt, nu se putea numi nici macar relatie la distanta. Sau..nici macar relatie. Erau prieteni, niste cunostinte chiar, nostalgice, ce-i drept, care isi scriau din cand in cand, din obisnuinta de a vorbi unul cu celalalt, din reflexul de a impartasi intamplari zilnice, amuzante sau nu, din dorul imens pe care ii cuprindea cand se mai uitau la vreo poza de acum 2 ani, cand inca erau impreuna, la 7 km unu fata de casa celuilalt. Eh, acum se punea problema de cateva mii de km intre ei, pe care, sperau ei, vor putea sa ii infrunte.

Dupa un an, vine mail-ul lui:

Draga S.,

Stiu ca ai sa razi in sinea ta de ridicolul cuvantului “draga”pe care il folosesc atat de formal, doar pentru ca vreau sa par un dur. Stiu ca nu imi iese, nu tre sa-mi mai spui. Dupa ce am terminat cursurile, am venit in camera, colegul dormea bustean, eu eram rupt, am facut un dus fierbinte si pe la 7 m-am bagat in pat. N-am putut sa adorm. Am avut atatea ganduri despre tine, despre cum o duci, ne scriem atat de rar in ultima vreme si parca suntem tot mai departe de visul nostru. Amandoi suntem ocupati cu facultatea, cu prietenii, cu colegii, viata asta ne ocupa tot timpul..Seara in care am plecat e atat de proaspata in mintea mea, incat zici ca s-a intamplat ieri. In ziua aia stabilisem sa stam in casa, sa ne “spalam”cu vodtca si sa mancam pizza.Camera mirosea a tutun amestecat cu parfum Davidoff. Nu te intreb daca te mai dai cu el, ca sunt sigur ca n-ai renuntat la vechile “vicii”. Te tin minte si acum: cu parul plin de clabuci, cu prosopul atarnat pe tine, ai intrat in camera nervoasa, te-ai asezat la fereastra si ai tras insetata din tigara aprinsa deja de mine. De parca stiam ca urma sa se opreasca apa calda. De parca stiam ca vei avea nevoie de o tigara, ca sa poti sa gandesti care e urmatorul pas. Sau sa iti faci curaj sa te clatesti cu apa rece. M-am dus si am reparat robinetul. Cand m-am intors, prosopul cazuse si stateai spanzurata in fotoliu, parca asteptand sa ies cu vesti bune. Aveai pe chip o stralucire de care ma indragosteam mereu si mereu.. Mi-ai zis atunci sa te astept ca esti jegoasa. Am zambit, ti-am sarutat fruntea si ai fugit goala spre baie. Pe buze mi-a ramas urma de clabuc…
Ziua aia a fost mirifica. Am trait-o ca si cum ar fi fost ultima zi din viata mea. Am ras si am plans impreuna, in acelasi timp. Am ascultat AC/DC si am ciocnit pahare ca doi prieteni vechi, care sarbatoreau o revedere mult asteptata. Am facut dragoste ore intregi. Ti-am adulmecat pielea proaspat data cu vanilla butter-cream. Ti-am sarutat buzele moi, trandafirii, de mii si mii de ori. Ne-am amintit de cum ne-am cunoscut si am mancat pentru prima oara pizza de cartofi facuta de tine. Imi amintesc cum stateai morocanoasa la fereastra, cu camasa mea pe tine, gandindu-te ca peste cateva ore, urma sa plec  pentru o perioada necunoscuta.. Te-am luat in brate si ti-am promis ca intr-o zi, ne vom revedea. N-ai vrut sa mai auzi si restul, te-ai apucat sa plangi ca o tuta. Ti-am sters lacrimile si te-am asezat in pat. Ai adormit plangand. In tot timpul asta, m-am holbat la tine ca la o icoana. Trasaturile tale mereu mi-au amintit ca esti un inger in viata mea. Dupa ce te-ai trezit, ai inceput sa urlii ca de ce te-am lasat sa dormi, ca dupa ce ca ne vom vedea..nu se stie cand, ai mai pierdut si timpul dormind..

Nu vreau sa iti reamintesc clipa exacta cand ne-am despartit. Sau, cand te-am “parasit”, asa cum iti place tie sa spui.. Eu te parasesc cu fiecare mail trimis, si de cate ori te parasesc, ma intorc cu dragoste inzecita..

Prietena mea noua e ok.. Azi facem 5 luni de cand suntem impreuna. Tin la ea, e o tipa de care te atasezi usor. Stie sa fie si prietena, cand vrea. Mai are ea faze isterice si cum tu ma stii cel mai bine, stii ca nu pot sa tac. Ne mai ciondanim, dar e ok. Poate voi ajunge sa o iubesc.

Mie dor de tine. Mai sunt 3 ani si vin. Viata asta de acum e intre paranteze. Nu uita!

Al tau, M.”

To be continued….

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