Part 11

The escape

There stood I only in smallest bar, which probably gives it in Seattle in one entlegendstens of the lanes, in which the clocks of the large city everyday life went seeming differently, to soaked to the skin, rainless imprisoned and looked into their face. In this one instant all the inexpressible feelings of the last two years rushed over mean bodies. I did not get a word out, rigidly my view in your view. The tears shot it into the eyes. Without wanting it, the box of the Pandora was opened. I began to tremble and her came slowly more near, in slow motion, step by step to me. Still rainless there I stood, everything which I expected was to wake up. And suddenly it broke fall brooks of the emotions from me. I lost the stop under the feet, the soil began to vary, but she held me, embraced me. Who probably whom held here? I white it, I do not know only that it was not possible to leave her loose. I clasped myself to it, as her to me and I knew myself, if I would open my arms now, we both would fall. If in this instant somebody were in the situation to ensure that I did not fall into the abyss, which did before me on, then it was it, its embrace, strength in their hands.

Marina, it was the past, which had caught up me in the last angle of Seattle. It was the memory to displace I the so vehement tried. It was the feeling, which I sought to bury under an enormous mountain from self reproaches, debt feelings and self hate to. It was the conscience, which I wanted to suffocate, before it up-ate me. But in this moment Marina was more as the yesterday, more as the fear, more than the escape before the even… It was the future. I white not why, but I knew that the step was into my earlier life the step at the same time to a new one. I held it still and saw in its eyes and her said, quietly hardly audibly: „I' m so sorry.” and I whispered „I’m to I too.“