Foggy weather was reigning all over the city. It was cold, but somehow fresh and agreeable. The drizzle was joyfully washing away the dust of the daily triviality. Here and there you could see some errant dogs howling and whining from beneath the dirty obsolete cars. However, no sign of sun rays was accessible to the citizens of Bukstone.
A normal
boring day that was differentiable from the former one only by the heavenly
raindrops.
Julian woke up at 5.50 and rushed out for school,
as usually. The buss came with delay; a repugnant stench of carrion was soaring
in it; the people were intimately pushed one against the other, almost hugging
each other (but no, no hugs were given by the cheerful citizens. No hugs but
intimate groping...).
Julian
reluctantly introduced himself into the orgy and, squeezed between a huge,
giant, stinky drunkman, who willingly embraced him, and the cold, wet door, he
travelled forty minutes up to his school. Forty minutes where he was
apparted from his body, fleeing spiritually from the filthy reality.
"Acoustic funeral for love in limbo" was playing in his ears and he
was dreaming away, away out of this reality...
7.50 - the
buss stopped in front of hir school. He managed to emerge from within the
bodies in the buss and ran into his classroom.
- Good
morning! - said the teacher with a voice of professionally concealed
grief.
What
followed were six hours of fatuousness. Meanwhile, Julian and his classmates
were trying to save the rest of their intelligence and good manners, which was
a tough task since the ambiance was so full of pointlessness. They couldn't.
Neither the children nor the teachers. Chaos, boredom and implied control, the
formula of the decay. Dreams were the only escape, safe and saint, for the
children, but anyway their territory were inaccessible in the context of the present tortures.
The end. As
if a flush of contaminated water, the students ran out of the school and
breathed the freshness of the freedom. Just an illusion, but anyway, they had
something like two or three hours to pretend they were free while they were
walking on foot on their way home. Smiling and joking, they were just enjoying
themselves, happily
sharing their dreams (because now, under the black sky, they were already temporary
accessible, permitted) and making together some bizarre plans for the future
(that they were perfectly conscious they would never fulfil...).
- Ok, guys,
I'll catch the buss from here! - Julian said to his friends. - See ya!
He waved
goodbye and prepared herself to freeze to death on the station while he was
waiting for the buss. Music was playing in his mind, he was innerly at home,
whenever that was, safe and sound, hugged on a sofa and listening to his
favorite disc. The night was starry and calm, at home it was warm, calm, cozy.
- Да ти еба
майката, нещастен кретен! - the swear harshly interrupted his dreams.
He felt
himself wet to the bones - the buss he'd been waiting for for (as he found out)
thirty minutes had passed by the station at full speed (obviously it was the
end of the driver's relay and he was rushing towards the garage) sousing with
the water of the nearer puddle all the waiting people...
Coldness and
wet. Julian closed his eyes again - he was freezing... Now it was hard to
imagine he was at home, he was not supposed to feel bad there! He drew out his
mobile and checked the hour - fuckin' 15 minutes until the arrival of the new
buss! Impatient, he started to walk up and down the pavement. Nervousness
conquered his thoughts. Another boy passed by his side, obviously in hurry
because of the cold, jostling against his showder. Julian sweared in his mind.
The buss
came - the familiar stench embraced the young man, intoxicating all his senses. It
was good he went high by the aroma, it served him as an anaesthetic
against the harsh jostling and groping in there. After all, fifty minutes
travelling in the traffic jams is so damn tedious!
A
spare seat shined among the mob - Julian rushed towards it, fighting his way
between the orgy. Satisfied, he won the battle against one old lady and tiredly
cosed his eyes, relaxing on the seat. The lady he had defeated looked at him
disappointedly and muttered something about the young people nowadays, but he
didn't bother himself to pay attention to her words - she was just an annoying
subject to interrupt his rest.
Ten minutes
later he went off the buss and walked home. He was tired, craving for some
tranquillity. Dammit, somebody had left the key in the lock ! Furious, he rang
the bell.
About fifteen
minutes later his sister opened the door. Julian was mad at her!
They started
to argue. She seemed nervous too, so she was no near less aggressive in her
verbal attacks. Julian got tired. All he wanted was some space to dream freely
and instead he was leading a pointless row with his equally tired sister. He
gave up and shut the door of the bathroom - the only place he could stay alone
for some time.
- Ok, leave
me alone now! - he shouted back to his sister and sat on the floor.
She muttered
something quietly and hided herself in the kitchen.
Peace... A tear ran down his eye.
The very
next moment his mother came home and the screams started again.
Peace! Peace, for GOD's sake!
Julian
cleaned up the tears off his face and composed himself. It was time to play his
role - the only man, however son, in the family. He opened the door to face his
mother's and sister's histeria. Tough as a rock, he stayed calm, bore without
showing his emotions the madness of the women. After all, somebody should be
the man in that family.
