In the crowded open air corridor, I find my way between the people. I scan their faces carefully, searching for the eyes that has haunted my mind for a good while now.
Sweat drops down my back, on my forehead, under my headscarf..
I search for him.
In the heat of the afternoon sun, which brightens the corridor through the colonnade on the left, the corridor is almost paused, people aren’t moving, nothing is moving, even the air is still; humidity that is killing us all.
While everyone is waiting for everyone else to move, I try to manage my way through the paused crowd. And find him.
I search for his scent that has always absorbed me to a different dimension, his gaze that has muted the chaotic world around me. His figure, his stand..
I squeeze myself between two overweight women who seem to be shouting at each other.
And suddenly, my eyes are caught, the way you’d shoot a bird, throw an arrow, hits the target perfectly.
I can hear the music, a dramatic music at the end of movies, when the heroine is finally saved by the hero.
He was sitting on the rim of the open air corridor, dangling his legs into the vastness. I only saw his back, dark T-shirt that fits his shape perfectly, contrasting the brightness of sunshine.
I’m finally freed from the crowd, I run towards him, but before I touch him..I hear a Bam..
I feel my back on the ground, my vision blurred.
But I manage to see his face staring at mine.
His eyes penetrating my eyes.
He turns me inside out.