Just call me.

Just write me.

There must be written in the stars.

Something.

Something good.

There must be something good after so much bad.

For you.

For me.

For us.

For a new start.

Only good.

Even though every now and then I like to read some fancy predictions of sodiacs or “birth” cards or what not, and mellow myself in the nice daydreaming and visualizing some fun, lovely, life-changing movie-like situations…. still, most of the times, it just gets down to common sense. And I am down to earth person. After all that I have been through. After all that I have seen. But why not? Why not something good and unbelievable to be happening to me? Who decides that? I sure work towards something. Something good. Something so absurd that it makes no sense. These bits are the best. Nobody believes. And when those strange things happen it’s like godsend. Strangest encounters, impossible happenings, once in a lifetime things. I want one of those. Just one. Who said it’s not for me?

Some ten+, or 15+?. 20+?, years ago I went to cinema to see the “all-good-reviews” movie called something like “Love. Live. Laugh”. Beyond dissappointed. I have never seen more boring crap in my life. Because to watch boring films I usually don’t go to. And, when that happens, I recognise immediately it’s stupid movie, take on comfy pose and fall asleep within five minutes. Or leave. I have paid many a times for sleeping in the movietheatre. But that movie. I stayed and I stayed awake hoping it will be good now. Or now. Or now. Anything funny, please. No. I stared of the screen hoping it will be twist out of boredom into some fun. No. Pissed off. I could have hoovered the floor or washed the linens or what not. There is one thing I hate in life. It’s wasting time on stupid things. That was certainly stupid movie. I regret nothing but that movie and falling in love. I regret falling in love that one time. I was blinded. I was in so deep. I was so stupid. But it was sweet. Until I realised he used me. You know the guy who came to me to fuck all night and in the morning said he had work appointment…. The fucking part was good as always. But the “appointment” was on Saturday :). Two weeks later I saw in newspapers him on the front cover, all dressed and neat with his brand new wife. I am not sure what I thought that moment. I was in such shock. After that he did not come to meet me. I must have felt useless. Used and useless. What do men think when they fuck around months and days before their wedding?

I am jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin. I am jealous of the wind that ripples through your clothes. Such a lovely song. The world was on fire and no-one could save me but you. It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed I meet somebody like you. Another song that makes my heart sink. And the same time it makes me sing. Until my throat clogs up on tears. 

But I dream. 

Constantly.

That keeps me going. 

That keeps me awake.

I have sent the parcel with the skript. Actually a few scripts. I will keep on writing. Those bits are not completed. I have to take break from writing because it’s suffocating at times. When the memories struck. They struck hard and exactly when you don’t expect. The voice. I hear. I have excellent hearing. I can recognise a car by the sound of its engine. I can recognise person by her or his voice. I hear when person smokes. I know I am nuts. But it’s true. The way the voice changes. I can hear when person lies to me. Because the voice changes. You just can’t fool me. So better not try. It’s always better to not lie. Better not try to lie. I hear it in your voice. I have a hearing of a blind person, my mom said. And it is a blessing and a curse the same time. Truth wins. There is a saying one can be fooled just once. As I understand it means you have wasted your chance if you try to fool me. There is no second chances in my life. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. I have been burned so bad it doesn’t leave any room for second chances. I guess. Even if the person was/ is great I can only give one try. Even though I have tried. I tried to ignore some of the greatest insults ever. But in the end it did not work out. For instance I thought once with the “happily ever after” guy that I don’t mind that he bought his ex a car for my money. I tried. I tried to ignore it. I tried because he was a good man. Good man but so socially so incredibly dumb that it amazes me to this day that he has live to be 55. But I failed :). So we parted. And he still doesn’t understand one doesn’t buy a car for ex for the money girlfriend gives. Go figure. Maybe I am dumb then :). 

Good judgment comes from experience, and most of that comes from bad judgment. This lesson was well learned and I still keep on learning. 

Thinking of upcoming winter. Clearing up garden. All those flowers that done their blooming. It is a sort of a therapy. Digging in the soil, cleaning up, burning the little fire with sticks and some leaves. Setting up new flowerbeds. I now have excellent lavendel borders everywhere. I shall make more like that. It will be like French countryside next year. Boy, I am mighty!

School. Who can forget about upcoming new schoolyear! Soon must go to the most dreadful of tasks ever – shopping. I hate that. There are only few things I ever hated with all my heart. I usually consider myself extremely tolerant. Until the shit hits me and I realise I also hate stupidity and russians. But those two became synonymus last year and a half ago. I hated them ruzzen already earlier but I put on a good faith thinking the ones I met were minority. It turned out I was wrong. They are all stupid as fuck. Majority, ok, majority are dumb as fuck. 

Anyways. I write this in a secret place. With 7th beer and brie and prosciutto crudo and some ciabatta. No, I am not in Italy though I really would like to be. Maybe later. Later I will go to Italy to cheer myself up. Rome. Or Sorrento. Or even Sicily. It’s really odd how your body recognises things. Like my body recognised that my roots are in Malta and Italy. Before I knew it. It was like dejavu. And only after a few trips I looked up our family history and I kid you not, in 1635 was the first church books’ writing of our greatgreatgreatgreatgereat…..fathers who figured life in Malta and Italy was way too boring and came up north for fun and easy life :). Before that escape they were warriors in Burian wars in todays Tunisia. That’s why my mom had pitch dark wavy hair with blue shine. My grand-dad had afro 🙂 which here, all white country in the beginning of 1900s, was very rare to say the least. No, it’s even today rare because we are still 99,9 % white (read: who wants to live in this shithole of a country ;)). I have only warriors character and plain potato coloured hair with a touch of red. I get a killer tan tho. 

Anyways, Johnny, give me a sign that you received the package well. Comments on the contence most welcome. Even if you send me straight to hell. I am literate so I understand 🙂

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