We had known each other forever. Though I did not know it then.
But, let me start at the beginning.
Life is strangely comforting in the anonymity of a big city. At least, for me it is. I find it relaxing to walk the streets alone at dusk, during the blue hours. No matter whether it is summer or a cool autumn evening. Or snowflakes silently falling out of a still leaden winter sky. I like to walk in silence, the reminisce and bathe in the feeling of the world around me. All this is not new to me. Somehow I have always felt closely connected with nature and everything in it. I loved to roam the woods when I was a child. It was magical, still, I had always been drawn to the city, boiling over with human life. Still though, I can feel the bounds, the roots go deep.
Just a short time ago I came across the reason for all this. At least, part of it. I had to do some research on a text I had to translate. Some kind of lexika on herbs and their use for magical purposes. That was when I found out. Some things I needed to know about myself. Things I did not yet know then.
Is it not always the wish to be something different that keeps one digging ? Digging for secrets, possibly undiscovered, about anything, about yourself? Sometimes you look for something different and stumble upon something else, completely dumbfounding. This is what happened to me. I found out about my heritage.
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I was trudging along, imagining I was NOT in a hurry. Which I seldomly am. Putting on the stress myself, I suppose. This is what some people might say. Anyways, I was trying to keep my thoughts off the deadline for my translations looming ahead. Instead, I focused on what I had to do next, before I would give the contact a call, about the meaning of the text. I was not sure, what exactly they meant. Hence, was not able to translate it correctly. Consequently, would net get paid in time. Tough luck.
It was such a great day outside - god, I had really chosen the wrong profession. By the way, this is what I always think on days like these. The sun blazing from a perfectly blue spring sky, air crystql clear and fresh. You can smell blossoming green life on the soft wind.
I had been able to figure out some of the meaning. These were old recipes, some of them not hard to translate because they were still being used today. Others used plants, herbs where I could decipher the meanng in latin, however, I could not definitely name them in English.
A song popped into my thoughts, just like that, *somewhere over the rainbow, way up high.* it was just the perfect song for a perfect new spring moringing in march.
*Focus on what you have to do , do not stray.* ok ok, trying to .
I dialled the number given to me on my mobile. Waiting, while my computer started up. The phone locked between my shoulder and my chin, I set up some water to make tea.. ".Hello? " I had not expected anyone to pick up the phone so quickly.
Stumbling over my words, almost losing the phone in my efforts to straighten out my thoughts and speak at the same time, I managed to say " yes, hello, am I connected with `folium viride`company? I am looking for .." ". rodney speaking .?" " -oh, hello, you´re just the one I was looking for, ..no, I meant, I was told to contact you, if I had any questions." the voice was soft and calm, almost soothing. ".who am I speaking to ? How can I help you?" " Listen, I am currently working on a translation for your company and was given your name as a person to contact if I had any questions."
I had not expected to be able to solve my tranlation problems that early - the guy explained some of the things over the phone, even offered me to show me some of the plants, describe their origin, how they are kept and raised in our climate. Even, what they were used for back then. Struggling to get my car keys *thank god I keep them on one of those card bands* into the lock and keep my backpack in place at the same time, in my thoughs, I was already ahead in my thoughts, thinking about the address the guy had given me.
I knew where I was headed, though, I could not remember, ever, having seen any flower or gardening shop there, or a greenhouse. Not even a park was near.. I wriggled deeper into the fur neck of my leather jacket and tried to make out the street on the little pocket map I kept in my car. No park indeed. Well, let´s see what I am up for here.
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I was in for a surprise. The house was one of the buildings erected around the 1920s or so. Old, façade ornated with richly carved window frames and a huge old iron gate- like door leading through to a courtyard. Once there, Icould not help but stand and stare. I took in the almost mediterranean athmosphere. Though it was early spring still, and the trees were still without any leaves, the little paths cutting through the still green grass, cropped short, were of black and white gravel, were obviously tended to carefully. The small stones crunched under my shoes, as I turned to the left. This is where I saw one of three stairways, leading up into the house. The full flowery smell of hyacinths in full blossom hit me - reminded me of when I was little, I saw purple and yellow crocuses blinking in the green of the grass- the four large trees in the center of the yard were maples - leaveless still, but old and huge, promising rich foliage and cool shelter from the hot sun during endless blazing summer days. While walking, I saw small banks built around the two largest trees, it looked strangely natural. Would be great to just sit there and read and . *focus ! this is nothing like "the secret garden" or anything, you are here to get some advice and then get back to work.*
The walls surrounding the yard were left in red bricks, two of the staircases led up to galleries opening their arches onto to court yard. It looked more like an old monastery than a townhouse. Well kept though. It looked old, but not withered, and felt like a place where people loved to live; and yet, still and quiet, as if not many had found their way here so far.
Thanks for the reviews, pls give me your thoughts on my work. (
Life is strangely comforting in the anonymity of a big city. At least, for me it is. I find it relaxing to walk the streets alone at dusk, during the blue hours. No matter whether it is summer or a cool autumn evening. Or snowflakes silently falling out of a still leaden winter sky. I like to walk in silence, the reminisce and bathe in the feeling of the world around me. All this is not new to me. Somehow I have always felt closely connected with nature and everything in it. I loved to roam the woods when I was a child. It was magical, still, I had always been drawn to the city, boiling over with human life. Still though, I can feel the bounds, the roots go deep.
Just a short time ago I came across the reason for all this. At least, part of it. I had to do some research on a text I had to translate. Some kind of lexika on herbs and their use for magical purposes. That was when I found out. Some things I needed to know about myself. Things I did not yet know then.
Is it not always the wish to be something different that keeps one digging ? Digging for secrets, possibly undiscovered, about anything, about yourself? Sometimes you look for something different and stumble upon something else, completely dumbfounding. This is what happened to me. I found out about my heritage.
********************
I was trudging along, imagining I was NOT in a hurry. Which I seldomly am. Putting on the stress myself, I suppose. This is what some people might say. Anyways, I was trying to keep my thoughts off the deadline for my translations looming ahead. Instead, I focused on what I had to do next, before I would give the contact a call, about the meaning of the text. I was not sure, what exactly they meant. Hence, was not able to translate it correctly. Consequently, would net get paid in time. Tough luck.
It was such a great day outside - god, I had really chosen the wrong profession. By the way, this is what I always think on days like these. The sun blazing from a perfectly blue spring sky, air crystql clear and fresh. You can smell blossoming green life on the soft wind.
I had been able to figure out some of the meaning. These were old recipes, some of them not hard to translate because they were still being used today. Others used plants, herbs where I could decipher the meanng in latin, however, I could not definitely name them in English.
A song popped into my thoughts, just like that, *somewhere over the rainbow, way up high.* it was just the perfect song for a perfect new spring moringing in march.
*Focus on what you have to do , do not stray.* ok ok, trying to .
I dialled the number given to me on my mobile. Waiting, while my computer started up. The phone locked between my shoulder and my chin, I set up some water to make tea.. ".Hello? " I had not expected anyone to pick up the phone so quickly.
Stumbling over my words, almost losing the phone in my efforts to straighten out my thoughts and speak at the same time, I managed to say " yes, hello, am I connected with `folium viride`company? I am looking for .." ". rodney speaking .?" " -oh, hello, you´re just the one I was looking for, ..no, I meant, I was told to contact you, if I had any questions." the voice was soft and calm, almost soothing. ".who am I speaking to ? How can I help you?" " Listen, I am currently working on a translation for your company and was given your name as a person to contact if I had any questions."
I had not expected to be able to solve my tranlation problems that early - the guy explained some of the things over the phone, even offered me to show me some of the plants, describe their origin, how they are kept and raised in our climate. Even, what they were used for back then. Struggling to get my car keys *thank god I keep them on one of those card bands* into the lock and keep my backpack in place at the same time, in my thoughs, I was already ahead in my thoughts, thinking about the address the guy had given me.
I knew where I was headed, though, I could not remember, ever, having seen any flower or gardening shop there, or a greenhouse. Not even a park was near.. I wriggled deeper into the fur neck of my leather jacket and tried to make out the street on the little pocket map I kept in my car. No park indeed. Well, let´s see what I am up for here.
*******
I was in for a surprise. The house was one of the buildings erected around the 1920s or so. Old, façade ornated with richly carved window frames and a huge old iron gate- like door leading through to a courtyard. Once there, Icould not help but stand and stare. I took in the almost mediterranean athmosphere. Though it was early spring still, and the trees were still without any leaves, the little paths cutting through the still green grass, cropped short, were of black and white gravel, were obviously tended to carefully. The small stones crunched under my shoes, as I turned to the left. This is where I saw one of three stairways, leading up into the house. The full flowery smell of hyacinths in full blossom hit me - reminded me of when I was little, I saw purple and yellow crocuses blinking in the green of the grass- the four large trees in the center of the yard were maples - leaveless still, but old and huge, promising rich foliage and cool shelter from the hot sun during endless blazing summer days. While walking, I saw small banks built around the two largest trees, it looked strangely natural. Would be great to just sit there and read and . *focus ! this is nothing like "the secret garden" or anything, you are here to get some advice and then get back to work.*
The walls surrounding the yard were left in red bricks, two of the staircases led up to galleries opening their arches onto to court yard. It looked more like an old monastery than a townhouse. Well kept though. It looked old, but not withered, and felt like a place where people loved to live; and yet, still and quiet, as if not many had found their way here so far.
Thanks for the reviews, pls give me your thoughts on my work. (
