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Cornelia Păun Heinzel : “Intersected Destinie”

Cornelia Păun Heinzel : “Intersected Destinie”

Translation : Nicol Islai & Ioana Alecsandra Vasile

Cu mulţumiri scriitorului din Norvegia, care a verificat şi

corectat traducerea, asigurându-i astfel o calitate ridicată

 

 The teenagers entered the room, with vegetables to wash. They weren’t as lucky as the others, since they didn’t stay to cook and serve. The room was weird, dark and wet, and the sun could barely enter through the tiny windows, found in the corners with small spider webs. Everywhere around them you could find bags of potatoes, carrots, onions, and several knives for peeling the vegetables. The misteries hidden in its walls, as if everyone wondered what was inside them, as if they wanted to know them. Maybe it was an room in a different time, where the secrets of everyone were revealed completely. The space instantly touched the sensible chords of every person who decided to enter, in everyone’s soul appeared an unmatchable will to confess.

-How unfortunate that the kitchen staff failed to arrive in camp. Due to the accident on the highway and storm have to cook ourselves lunch, said a girl, short and weak. We are isolated here and we have to manage. But it’s hard for us to do that! God, what a terrible storm was last night! Have you seen? It was hail! Falling pieces of ice as big as quail eggs! What huge lightning split the shimmering dark sky! You said that it was the end of the world! Even the nearby river overflowed. In the morning, there wasn’t a concert of the birds, as we had ben used to listening. The anger of the wind has pulled the trees out of the earth by their roots! And it broke branches. I saw the picture from the balcony of the villa …

-Mr. teacher, but what was this place? It seems so strange, so mysterious … I feel that we are not the only ones in the room … we do not exist here but us alone … boy asked a tall, dark and thin.

The teacher, a tall old man with funny face, cute, white hair and whiskers flashed a wry smile on his face long and red and explains:]

-There was a children’s home. In a bombing during the war, a bomb fell on the building. The Children sheltered underground. There remained not one alive …

-What a tragedy! exclamated a blond and delicate girl.

-Better forget all sad! Who is unfortunate that cut the onions? Brown said laughing boy with a shock wave in front and shaved bald one side of the head, the latest fashion tunsură adolescents.

-You, with your poodle haircut! Draw! said another blonde, tall, with hair gel given in the form of long spikes, just, like spray starch. Nobody has such pleasure.

-But your carpet-like hairstyle! Fine! We draw tickets! Peel the potatoes and the rest, ‘said the brunette.

Mary, a girl plump and pretty, it had fallen onion ticket. Bad luck … for her …

-You have to clean one kilograms! What will cry! Fernando said laughing, dark boy with modern hairstyle. Without you!

-Everyone else, go around the basins, potatoes and carrots! exclaimed a tall brunette teenage girl, authoritarian, Adina. To finish quickly!

Children quickly arranged around sacks of potatoes on wooden stools. And began to clean them slowly, one by one.

-You have to clean one kilogram! You’re gonna cry so bad! said laughing Fernando,the dark boy with modern hairstyle. Without you wanting!

-Others go around the basins,to the potatoes and carrots! exclaimed an authoritarian tall brunette teenage girl, Adina. To finish quickly!

 The kids quickly arranged  themselves around the sacks of potatoes, sitting on wooden stools. And they began to clean them slowly, one by one.

 -Now, do not get bored, let’s to tell stories! Who starts first? Fernando said.

-You! Since you got the idea! said a blonde teenager with whiskers, Lorraine.

-Ok! If you wish … I had a very good child hood. Mom, dad, my sisters loved me and we were all happy. At school I had a wonderful teacher and I love to learn. I was among the first class. I went to camps and trips, all extra-curricular activities! Sports and playing guitar. But come on my affliction. Moment my life was turned upside down forever! At two o’clock when my father was back from work, he found a note on the dining room table. He read it and had a heart attack instantly. They have taken him away by ambulance. He died in the hospital the next few hours. From that day I have not seen him…

 -And what was written on the note? asked Serena, a curious small blonde girl.

-Mom left a good-bye envelope. She was leaving to work in Spain. Only my bigger sisters knew about this. But they didn’t tell nobody, since mom left them some money when she left. Me and my smaller brother, we were taken immediately by Child protection and sent to the Center. Then I threw a strong nervous tantrum and stayed for a few months in the hospital. I could not come back! I couldn’t believe it! I had the feeling that it was a nightmare, one of which I must wake up and everything will be like before. Now I only live in my memories … they are all for me. Only in them can I find the peace and happiness I need …

-And how is it in the Center? asked a boy with gelled spiky hair, Leonardo.

-You realize it’s not like home, my mother, my father, my sisters and my brothers. Strangers can not be like them! They do not care about me! They only want money! It’s like i crossed the world, from Heaven straight to Hell. I will never be happy again! Said the boy with sorrow. At home I would have been pleased and only with empty bread. Just to be with my family!

-Now, Violeta, it’s your turn, your story. You’re the smartest and most beautiful of all the girls in the our. That’s what all the teachers say, the boy continues.

-My life was a tragedy right from the start. My father died at the age of thirty-five. On the street, an unknown man caught him and forced him to drink poison. They found it at the autopsy, with the esophagus and the intestin ripped completely.

-And your mother? asked Leonardo.

-Mom started to have anxiety and ultimately deppresion,causing her to drink. Her life ended when she jumped in front of a high-speed train. Me, said the beautiful teenager, delicate, with gorgeus black eyes, and long ,twisted earbrows. But they made fun of me so much! They enjoyed it. They even liked to burn me with the cigarette! But I ran away from them! In the street! I’m not afraid to stay in the bushes! I got used since i was little,that life is hard. I have to fight for it!

-That’s right, with strangers nothing is good! confirms a brown, bonded boy, Marius. Adrian has parents with lots of money, but older, over sixty years old. Apparently, everything looks good. He has money and he buys everything he wants. But something happens to him. He’s not talking to us. He has no friends. He’s nervous, he can’t stand still during class. He’s violent and always strikes those around him for no reason. Did not you notice that?

-Yes, he beat me too! said Cerasela, a delicate blond girl.

-Let Violeta continue the story! How is it in the Center? Why are you absent from school so much lately? I mean, you’re the smart one, so why not take advantage of that?

-I’m not going to the Pedagogic. I get the smaller kids to school, and I myself don’t make it. I stay in an apartment, given to me by them. And alone, it dosen’t allow me to come, the girl continued.

-Too bad! The Romanian teacher told you that you’re really smart! said a redhead boy. You’re losing a lot!

-If dad was alive, i would be fine now, continued the teenager, with pain seemingly in her words. I had everything! My grandmother left us a 4-room apartment and she retired into a one-room. But grandma was forced by grandpa to sell the apartment. And all the money they obtained, he spent. Grandpa was a stepfather to my dad. They, uhh… didn’t get along very well. Neither with grandma. And then, for grandma to no longer suffer, dad sacrificed himself for her and left to the streets, alone. That’s how he grew up!

-There, for annoyance, he began to drink, he learned how to apply drugs. He destroyed his life! He was a beautiful, blond, blue-eyed man … my little brothers look perfect. But I do not know anything about them, and I do not think I’ll ever find out. They were baptized immediately after the death of their mother: two abroad, one in Europe, another in the United States. The third is somewhere in a small village in Romania. We could find out if we went to a television show. Grandma does not want to be interested, to find out what happened to them. He says he does not want to know the world, not to laugh in the neighborhood, to give children to strangers. With her new husband, she made two children, two girls – one of twenty and another twenty-five. They also have children in their turn. But the stepfather died a year ago, and my grandmother can now take on a little bit of me. 

-That he was the one who did not. She promised to take her to her house. The longer he lives. But if her daughters are dying, I get out and get back to the streets. Still, I’m not afraid! I know how to fight for life! Said the beautiful girl.

-If he would give you the appartment… said Andrei.

-It’s not possible! They have the right and her daughters to him. But my grandmother has a reprimand of conscience, for what happened to my father. Now, in old age, she wants to wash her sins and help me … though it can be late! Continues the girl with sadness in her voice.

It was quiet. For a few minutes, you can not hear it anymore than the sharp knife noise, which they cut the shells of bodies of different sizes and rounding of potatoes.

-Who continues ? broken the silence Fernando.

– I told you the tragedy of my life.

– I don’t want to tell you anything . A girl with black skin, with stout eyebrows and a little moustache above the lips. I have parents. But I ran away from home. It’s better at the Center. At the Center, I have everything. I want. They give me food and Christmas gifts , food, clothes and everything I want. They ask all of us to write,
on the paper, everything we want and we receive everything I have mentioned! and dragged Fernando over her, which he had sat comfortably in his arms, on his feet.

  • But why don t you tell us the story ? Everyone did it ! Fernando becomes angry.
  • – I don t want to. I don t want to so stop. Do you want me to flight? With like I fought ? with Anda / I nearly killed hier. I hit her very hard. Did you see what she look like? the girl screamed/

But why not tell us? We all did it! Leonardo is angry.
• I do not want! I do not want and ready! You want me to beat you like Anda? I beat her I broke it!   I pulled her hair and I hit it! I bruised it. Have you seen what it looks like? howling the girl..

And the girl put him Fernando over her, who out confortably on her lap.

– But, why not tell us a story ? We all did it Leonardo said angered.

– I don’ t want to I just don’t.  Do you want me to beat you like Anda?  I beat her as if I’d broke her ! Did you even see her and her bruises ? said the girl, also angered

A brown – haired boy Gelu entered the room with a huge bowl saying.

– This left chocolate is delicious ! Try it ! We made it, we thought of you like good students !

The huge vase had the interior cooted with a thick layer of chocolate , of almost one centimeter

The kids took their spoons and started to scrape the chocolate happily.

– Oh, man This is so delightfully said Fernando.

– Let man take some ! said a girl from behind Diana.

– Why are you lighting over it so badly ? I only have a mother , andshe’s in Italia. I am home along and look at me ! I’m alive ! Mommy sends me lats of money, greens and I take whatever

I want kebabs, hamburgers, fast food, pizza, and I go whenever I want to along the shell game !

That’s why  you are so fat, said Negruta, a girl with black skin, like a negress. She started to sing silently, the refrain of a love song.

  • So what ! I’am beautiful ! said the teenager. Girls liked me !
  • I think they love yours maney more ! said the girl.
  • I don’t have to give them anything ! But to be honest, I don’t really like them, said the teen . I like playing an the computer. I would play all the time… if I could.
    • – And I remained alone, without parents ! completed a girl wich long hair, rounded forms, slump compared to her stringy mates. My mother died and my father’s in the prison. He stole some food from a stone=shop because I didn’t have what to eat. My dad wanted to work, he searched everywhere for a job, but no one hired him, although he is hardworking and ingenious. And now I stay at my grandmother. She takes care of me.
    • – I am sick. I’ve gret dizzinesses, said quiettly a nice girl with hair gigtails, talking lisping. Yesterday my father beat my mam. And I stoyed and shahed all the time. I couleln’t walk straight after that. I haven’t recovered since then…
    • – I know how it is, said another girl with a songent tone, dark-haired with a wig. Mine do the same.• But you, how do you think you can become a star ? That is simple? answered Eduard naughtry. I have an actor who is helping me and gives me money… he says he can will make me a star ! said the beautiful teenager with big black eyes, a fancy hairstyle, gesturing like a woman. I learned how to do make-up ! Like a             make-up artist !• But does’t interest you ? So, tell me, did mothers look good at all? said the teenager continuing the series of questions.
      • The oldest one hat thirty-five years old. What were you thinking when you said that a man can make us stars ? He wanted to sell us! Dead or alive ! Maybe for organs ! And beauty doesn’t matter anymore, explains the girl.• Negruţa but what did you do to the impresario ? asked curiously Fernando. You didn’t tell him anything. You have a beautiful voice.
      • I was at him and I didn’t solve anything. He called me when he was home alone. His children and wife were missing too, told the girl. And wasn’t good at all.• On Google, said Negruţa. I found first his phone number. When I entered in his house, he said “Swetty”… and…
    • -And… read together the teenageers.
      • I’m not going to tell you anything anymore. I have to find another impresario. I won’t give up even though Nevăstuică told me that. I haven’t got any talents, said Negruţa. And I got in love with him…
      • But he’s more than fifty years old and he got a wife and three kids, said Alina.
    • • But where and how did you hurt him ? asked Alina.
    • -But you, Liviu, why didn’t you come home ? asked curiously Negruţa.
      • Me ? I didn’t miss it ! answered the boy.
      • How ? Your mother’s was crying because you didn’t show up home for tree days ! said Alina.
      • Oh ! They had missed for a week. I was kidnapped by students in the student dormitory. It’s a big boys crisis ! Boys like me, he said proudly. It was good ! I ate only goodies ! They brought the girls from the country where they were. From I had a great time, Liviu tells his comic figure always puts on the shooters, as if everyone was his.
    • • Oh ! He gives you money for expensive perfumes and cosmetics? asked Violeta.
    • Let me tell you what happened to the shooting, „said a dark-haired girl, confident. My mother enrolled me at modeling courses. Make me a star! He paid a lot of money on classes and bought me a lot of clothes. Let me look like a cinema star! When the courses were completed, the organizers called us to make films with us. Mother took the luxurious and prepared toilets, we both go to the established building. It’s a nene, it’s asking for our newsletters. And mothers and girls. And mobile phones. Take them and go with them. He says we do not need that. Then he closes us with the key in the building. When we saw it, we were all scared to death. We started to yell, to shout … luck that the other women had strong voices to break down the construction. So much we gathered until they let us go. They were probably scared to hear someone.They were probably scared to hear someone. When they let us go, we ran away by breaking the ground. And we do not have to model any one, how many days we have!
  • My dad he bought me a recording studio. He assigned people to take care of my recordings – film director, impresario… and it was done a casting for assigning children for my recordings, said a dark-haired girl, with a long and curly hair with a spoiled figure.

 

  • Yes, said Fernando, your dad work at the Minister and he has a lot of money.
  • And my mam so the director of a public agency, I already make introduction a emission of television, said Larisa, a dark-hared girl, skinny, slimy, with long hair, licked hair ?
  • I wanted to win money , alone, Angela said.
  • She was a beautiful girl, with her skin darker and her hair was blonde. I only have my mather , who works a lot, but she
  • She earns little money. This week I saw an announcement in the newspaper. Wrote that are paid Companion girls=girls Company for strangers =mans from other countrys. I called them and they called me. They sent me with an italian an old man at a luxurious restaurant . I loved it . There was a lot of food. I enjoyed it a delicious steak, Carbonara pastas and we drank wisky and champagne. I also ate fruits and ice cream. After we finished the meal, the man invites me to come in his room. In that moment I started scaring me. In the announcement they said something about company, nothing else.
  • – Ha, ha Fernando said. Did you think there’s anyone in this world who gives you something free ? We finished . Let’s go eat something , said the victorious boy.
  • …………………………………………………………………………………………
  • Finally ! We’re done ! We can go eat ! says Fernando victoriously.

The teensloudly yet happily went to the food court. The sun’s rays delicately woke evergone to life. They took serving plates , a bowl with soup, one for each from which steam chaotically danced out of, a plate of minced meat, mashed potatoes out of potatoes they peeled and for dessert a sweet, sweet chocolate muffin, almost seemed blessed for a second…