Post by klaudia on May 24, 2015 19:24:20 GMT -8
24 May, 2015
I sat in the back of my white SUV while the thick iron gate to the compound opened. This would be my home. This place made of brick, half way across the world was to be my fresh start. The city known for it’s never-ending rain and pine trees lived up to it’s name. The scent of wet concrete and dirt billowed into the car as my door was opened and I took my driver’s hand. Krister had come with me from Stockholm. He was more excited about this move than I, though you would never know it from his face. Krister’s knock resonated through the house as we stood silently, waiting.
Romio, my cousin not through birth but by blood, is unlike any man I have met. In his mouth is a tooth of gold and more of the precious metal adorns his fingers and collar. His head and neck are decorated with drawings of crosses and flame. I try not to stair at them while we talk as such a thing would be rude, but I find it difficult and often catch myself unaware of what he was saying as I wonder why he would want such a painful thing done.
My cousin is a strong man. I could feel the muscle of his arm through the sleeve that served to cover his skin. He was solid and I felt safe beside him. His voice is deep and warm but when he talks I sense dark and terrible things even as his pleasantries echo around me. It frightens me yet I desperately wish to see them come out and play.
I watched as he spoke to his old flame. She is a beautiful woman who in a time before photographs would have been the subject of many paintings sold to rich men to adorn their walls. But this is not that time and she is not some naive girl. I will not impose myself into his affairs, but I refuse to sit idly by while my family is struck down. It is my sincerest hope that Romio walk away from this before more harm can be done, but I fear he will do no such thing. So I wait, wondering how this life became my own.
I sat in the back of my white SUV while the thick iron gate to the compound opened. This would be my home. This place made of brick, half way across the world was to be my fresh start. The city known for it’s never-ending rain and pine trees lived up to it’s name. The scent of wet concrete and dirt billowed into the car as my door was opened and I took my driver’s hand. Krister had come with me from Stockholm. He was more excited about this move than I, though you would never know it from his face. Krister’s knock resonated through the house as we stood silently, waiting.
Romio, my cousin not through birth but by blood, is unlike any man I have met. In his mouth is a tooth of gold and more of the precious metal adorns his fingers and collar. His head and neck are decorated with drawings of crosses and flame. I try not to stair at them while we talk as such a thing would be rude, but I find it difficult and often catch myself unaware of what he was saying as I wonder why he would want such a painful thing done.
My cousin is a strong man. I could feel the muscle of his arm through the sleeve that served to cover his skin. He was solid and I felt safe beside him. His voice is deep and warm but when he talks I sense dark and terrible things even as his pleasantries echo around me. It frightens me yet I desperately wish to see them come out and play.
I watched as he spoke to his old flame. She is a beautiful woman who in a time before photographs would have been the subject of many paintings sold to rich men to adorn their walls. But this is not that time and she is not some naive girl. I will not impose myself into his affairs, but I refuse to sit idly by while my family is struck down. It is my sincerest hope that Romio walk away from this before more harm can be done, but I fear he will do no such thing. So I wait, wondering how this life became my own.