Ten years later, what do we have?

by the romantic girl

Ten years later, Katey return to Cuba this time for Amnesty International. She is on a dangerous mission, as she well knows. She can't help thinking of Javier, if he still thinks of her and more importantly: is he still in love with her? And another question arises: do they have a future?

10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Andrés was very glad to leave us so that he could find comfort elsewhere. I wonder if he had a wife and kids somewhere. I had to ask him sometimes. I decided to give Daniel some space and I went to my room to write everything down. I was as detailed as the first time and I believe I had not forgotten anything. I was not hungry so I decided to spend my time until I was with reading. I know that I should have travelled lightly but I could not resist taking a Jane Austen book. I eyed the title. Among the six complete books, I had taken Persuasion, Emma and Mansfield Park. It was a difficult decision. Persuasion was out of question, it would only tell me what I already knew. Emma was a story about being blind and self-confident so Mansfield Park fit just right. Fanny was patient and really nice. She was over-looked by so many and everyone knew what was best for her just because she was poor. After a while, when Fanny had met Henry Crawford, I felt my stomach cry for help. I laid the book aside and went down.

The canteen was quite empty and I perceived Daniel sitting at a table, looking very miserable. Chatting would probably cheer him up. I sat down in front of me and he emerged from his trance to smile at me.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I don't know really. I just feel empty right now." He gave me a half smile and I gave my order to the waiter who had been standing near our table to wait for my decision.

"I understand what you mean. I felt the same yesterday. But then I had no one to comfort me. Let's talk. You will feel better then."

"How can you know that you will feel better? I just feel that nothing I do will help them, that I am wrong to sit here and eat when they are starving to death."

"You have to believe it will get better. You are doing something great. With your pictures, you will say what thousands words can't say. I can write an article and make people to live the scene in their heads. But an image just prints itself in the conscience. It brings more emotions than a very good report. You are a good person Daniel." I put my hand on his and pressed it lightly. He actually looked a bit better, smiled with all his teeth visible and gestured with his hands to imitate the director of the prison. I laughed heartily and we had an agreeable hour. A man walked to our table and announced that I had a message at the reception. I waved at Daniel and followed the man to the reception.