short story five

Leaving your home town.

Eleven years can be considered a short human life. Eleven years. Eleven years I have lived in that place. I’m positive that it’s not the best place in the world, but for me, at that particularly time it was paradise. Hm, that’s funny, I never thought about it like this, until this very moment. For me, and just for me that marvelous town was home. A place where you feel safe. A place where you recognized, every stone and every single tree blowing in the wind, with your eyes closed and where every sound was familiar. It was a great and strange feeling because you don’t feel a stranger. It’s belongs to you and you belong to it. It’s like your steps complete the streets when the streets are crying for your steps.
I walked there since I was able to walk till the 22nd of December 1990. At nine o’clock in the morning, a beautiful morning, I stepped in the car prepared for a lifetime journey. By the time that the car pulled off, out of our backyard, the memories already started to drive trough my head like a train on one railroad track. There wasn’t any comeback possible.
As the car drove trough the streets; in my mind, I waved goodbye to a lost and unforgettable childhood. As we crossed the main boulevard, I saw the tanks, the soldiers, me and my friends standing there like that time during The Revolution, waving to me with a sad smile on their faces. It is still fresh in my memory that moment when we left the town border and my father remained on that snow-covered hill watching us leaving and I can bet that he was smoking a cigarette right then. He was always smoking a cigarette. I never looked back.
The only thing I remember afterwards, were the white fields and my eyes running along with the white stripes in the middle of street, trying to beet it. Unfortunately I never succeed it. While being half in sleep, thoughts, memories and illusions entered my mind leaving deep scarves and then escaping again like grasping for freedom. Nothing strange, nothing special and nothing common. Just me and myself and my town.