I went walking the dog....early afternoon.....Thanksgiving Day in America....a country believed to be blessed by God.....
Cold and cloudy...nobody around...I passed in front of a ground floor apartment.....it had all the blinders up and the light was on in all the rooms.
I expected to see happy people gathered around the table eating and drinking....but nobody was there...I had to look again....I wanted to be sure that somebody was there...yet...I didn’t see anybody getting in or out the rooms ...and yet, there was a table with plates on and the usual mess of a home.....where all the people was? Why they left the home in that way....like they had to rush out and they didn’t have the time to even turning off the lights? What happened there?......
I kept walking...and all of a sudden it seemed like I was the only person alive in the world......like a bomb had dropped and disintegrated all the living beings and only me and my dog had been left alive......it has been a very freaky, unnerving sensation......it seemed like I was in some dream.....in one of Salvador Dali’ ‘s painting...or in a movie of Hitchcock.. or in Fellini’s “Amarcord” .....
I kept walking and still I didn’t meet anybody......until in the distance, on the other side of the green area where I use to bring my dog to play, I finally saw somebody ...a man was walking.....he couldn’t see me because he was giving me his back...but for that short time we seemed to be the only people left alive in this usually busy complex......
I went back home and I was alone there too...my daughter is spending the week with her father....she actually called me earlier on my cell to wish me Happy Thanksgiving Day.....she said it was snowing where she was...in the middle of the country somewhere close to Abilene, Texas....she said she ate too much and wanted go to sleep....
She asked where I was....I didn’t want her to be sorry for me so I told her I was at some friend house....I told her I ate a very good turkey and lots of pumpkin pie......
I lied .... I didn’t touch a piece of turkey or pumpkin pie...but its was ok to tell her so......she replied telling she was happy I was having fun.
Small lies can make our loved ones happy.
It has been a gloomy and cold day...and yet I have been able (miraculously) of not falling in any bad mood at all.....
....until....
.....they caught me by surprise...they sneaked under my skin and stabbed me in my left rib, just where the heart is...
.....because on the radio they played one of the Xmas songs that makes me sigh the most anytime I hear it...its this one....”I’ll be home for Xmas”...
So it hit me ...Xmas will be here in no time....the third Xmas I will spend alone.
Seriously...where time goes?
And....seriously....why a simple, stupid Xmas song can make me cry...out of the blue...with no warning and no sign?
Mystery of the heart......the known feeling of being out of place, of not belonging .....
Xmas is a state of mind, after all....
So.....I walked again the dog after dinner and I passed in front of that apartment again.... the blinders were down....some ligth was filtering thru.........
Still..i didnt see a soul around....
Is the end of the world (as we know it) really arrived?
Can you give me a sign if you are there?



