She Says: What brought you here?.
I say: my destiny.
She Says: But I do not believe in fate. I believe in planning and work only.
I say: That's your problem, but I believe in that - or call it what you want - is one that threw me in your way.
She Says:Say what you like,as long you pay the rent, that will not hurt me even if you call me the devil.
I say, laughing: Yes it fits you to call you Satan, but dementia one.
she then answered me with a laugh as well: the demons - at least - have more clarity and integrity in making plots more than lots of people.
I say: You are a believer then?.
then she answered: Sure ... I believe in working ... and in money!
Suddenly occurs to me another question to ask her: Why do I feel sometimes you do not love me?
the old woman answered in Brod: at least I do not hate you, I also do not like to hypocrisy you, sentiment is not another passion of mine, and you are a customer and for me I try to work with you professionally.
I say, arguing: you are a robot, then?.
she says: I do not care to switch to a light pole or a chair in the bus so long as it meets my needs.
I Ask: Where is your humanity in that?.
she says: I spent my humanity in my childhood, and what is left of it spent it on some passers-lovers who left me in search of more exciting adventures.
I do not know if I have glimpsed the tears in her eyes, but I felt deep emotion in her voice when she answered the last question. Few seconds of silence then the old woman got over her reservation to ask me: Why insist on personifying things? Why try to divide people as you want to loving and hating?. I think that life is more complicated than that.
I was not sure what to answer to her question, because I simply do not have the answer. I know for sure that life is more complicated, and people are more volatile. It is not wise to splitting up people into good guys and bad guys, or to angels and demons.
More importantly, I ask myself Why I am faltering in front of this old woman who still living on dreams of past Taled. Everything around her is old; her photos of (Churchill) and (Montgomery) are old, the old piano in the corner of the living room, and the old phone with a disk ... everything?.
(Continued)
I am loving in it!!
