Monday, 5 April 2010

A young man from Chicago - goodbye Dublin

He entered the dormitory in the afternoon. He was carrying a huge suitcase and a shoulder-bag. He dropped his bags and dropped himself too on the bed. A smile of relief came up to his face together with a “HI” when he saw me sitting on my bed right in front of his.
Few minutes and questions later, I discovered that his suitcase held his all life and Dublin was just another stop in Europe. London and Florence were places for his near future.
I apologized “ I am leaving Dublin tomorrow and my alarm clock will go on at 6am, I am sorry”.
I went to bed early, 10.30pm.
Right after I pulled the duvet up to my shoulders, the door opened and the light went on. And off straight away.
It was that young – and kind, man from Chicago.
The orange urban streetlights were mixing with the darkness of the room. There was enough light for me to follow his movements. He took off his jacket and put it on the side of the bed. He used the light coming from his mobile to search for his toothbrush in his suitcase.
When he came out of the bathroom, he undressed, leaving the jumper next to the coat. In that half light I could see the lines of a well built body.
I found it hard to fall asleep, my mind went off to a path that had nothing to do with the one Morpheus was trying to address me to.
I managed to find some peace of mind when he laid on the bed and covered his body with the quilt.
Having nothing to look at, I rolled on the side and eventually fell asleep.

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