Jack was running through the woods. He couldn't see anything as the sun had set hours previously. Jack knew that if he stopped, it wouldn't be long until they found him. Blisters were appearing on his feet, but they were hard to see through all of the blood that covered his body. As he approached the end of the woods, he could see a church ahead. Finally, salvation. He ran to the church as fast as he could, ignoring the pain. As he stepped foot on the step, he had the sudden feeling that he was being watched. He glanced quickly around him but there were no sign off life anywhere. I walked up the steps and started knocking on the door. No answer. He went to open the door but found out it was locked. He was stuck.
«Άνθρωπος στη θάλασσα. Άνθρωπος στη θάλασσα.»
Ακούστηκε μια φωνή. Θα 'τανε γύρω στις δέκα.
Τρεις καμαρότοι έφτασαν δίπλα στην πηγή της πληροφορίας.
«Ειδοποιήστε τον καπετάνιο.» είπε ο ένας. Μάλλον ήταν ανώτερος.
Το λιμενικό έφτασε με συνοπτικές διαδικασίες. Δεν είχαν ξεμπαρκάρει πολύ ώρα από το λιμάνι της Ρόδου.
Κόσμος είχε μαζευτεί τώρα στο πάνω κατάστρωμα του καραβιού.
«Λαθρομετανάστης ήτανε. Τον μάζεψε το λιμενικό. Θα γίνουν έρευνες και για άλλους. Αν ήταν ένας, θα υπάρχουν κι άλλοι.»
Διάφορες εικασίες και λόγια πλανιόνταν στην ατμόσφαιρα. Η ανακοίνωση του πλοιάρχου στα μεγάφωνα υπήρξε κρίσιμη για το πλήθος.
«Πωπω... τι ώρα θα φτάσουμε; Τι ταλαιπωρία κι αυτή σήμερα...»
Στο μεταξύ ένας άνθρωπος, όχι πολύ μακριά, ήλπιζε απλά να φτάσει κάπου ζωντανός.
I'm creeping up, smiling, with my cohort of basement dwellers. We're smiling off the fragments of a lingering joke. We're emerging into the open spaces carved out of the universe by the sun and a dependable atmosphere. We're smiling off the remnants of a swell of relief and now we're going to our own places to be. Strangers are rearranging the chairs on the sidewalk and positioning themselves in just the right spot to sip their latte. I know how I am with these things. Each task gets a certain amount of attention. The next task suffers from want. I give it my all, but the second task is often smiling off the fragments of my diminished effort. The second task is often smiling away the remnants of my spent mind. I know how tasks are. The first one is dazzling and erotic. The second one is frumpy and Amish. I'm left smiling off an exhausted moment and looking for a joke to get me home.
Sometimes the frenzy is too much. The carpenter can't tolerate pounding one more nail. The dentist refuses to say "spit into the tube" even one more time. Sometimes the inertia overpowers the one who started the ball rolling. You look back and realize you are miles from home. You look down and realize the ground is not as close as you thought it was. But gravity will get its way. And love will send you an invoice for its services. Failure to pay will incur severe penalties. Love knows what you want. You certainly don't. You think you want a helicopter. Of course you do! But you are wrong. You want a lover to snuggle with. You want a close companion to witness your struggle-conquests. You want a snuggle puppet to press your face in to. But sometimes all life gives you is a pillow, and you are forced to press your face into that - a thousand miles in the air, a thousand miles from home.