In every generation an idiot is born...part II

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I bet you want to know what I’ve been doing during the last hours. Here, bore yourself to death: I was actually babysitting a four years old child, a boy. Frank knew more about personal computers than I did with my destiny of generations. These sorts of things REALLY make you think. Sometimes you can even think and think and never ever find a solution. That’s what happened to me while I was holding the boy in my lap and trying to get the pc to work while the boy was screaming his heart out about a game that he truly wanted to play. And I wanted to be Miss Universe, but you cannot have everything in life... Man, children can be real bastards sometime, and still you cannot hate them.
Sitting there with this child in my lap, I started thinking about Vienna, and how nice and childless it was being there. I visited the city a couple of times just for the sake of old times, since I was invited to Schloss Schönbrunn to dine with Maria Theresia once. What a lady! Well, I didn’t think of Maria Theresia this afternoon, but of somebody else. There were many encounters in my life. One could tell I had all possible versions of encounter where I would fall in and out of love, but this was truly, honestly, very different from everything I could have ever imagined.
I don’t want to bore you. Yet, I have to tell you how it came to my encounter which is a tiny story in itself. When I went to Vienna this time, I went there to visit this really good friend of mine – I really like her because she is into Vampires, and I might just be one, even if I am not. But, I might, and that’s the point. Of course, I prefer the good old steak as opposed to sucking the life out of my sympathy.
Right. Coming back to my encounter. At the time I visited her in Vienna, she was working at the Burgtheater as some sort of assistant to the director of the play. I say ‘some sort’ because the poor girl got used to cleaning the ashtrays and brewing coffee for the crew instead of doing some theatre work. Still, she got to meet the people, one of whom was gorgeous, I have to admit. One afternoon we met in front of the Burgtheater, and being already there, we kind of visited the cafeteria of the place, which was not for outsiders. As I entered, I saw him sitting there. Anyone would have seen HIM.
Long, blond hair, a designer stubble on his face, penetrating blue eyes. I felt my knees go off to Brazil. Or Singapur. Wherever. And that smirk. Or was it a grin? He looked somehow bored, and I was the right person to ... right. I am forgetting who I am talking to with. I chose a table so I could look at him without being too aggressive.
When I think back, I probably sat on the table right next to him, and stared, but that’s sort of irrelevant. The thing is he stared back, which amazed me. Now, I made a huge mistake: I ordered coffee, which does not really make my system change from shy to un-shy. Vodka would have helped, but if I have had some Vodka, God knows what would have happened. So, in a way or other I was happy with my coffee. My friend Katja was sitting opposite of me, and again, Lord help me, I couldn’t concentrate on anything the girl told me. I am really a bad friend, but when hormones hit me, and it was like that for over 1800 years more or less, I don’t know who I am anymore. Not to mention whom I speak with.
There is one word that best describes my emotions at that moment: CHEMISTRY. Never liked chemistry at school, and yet, here it was, in front of me, pure vitamin C, and I could almost touch it. Probably because I was sitting so close. I had a hard time NOT imagining ripping his shirt off. The thing is that my superpowers can be a real party killer or party crasher sometimes – depending on the way you look at it. If I would have thought for a moment about his shirt, it might have caught the flames, or else. Instead I forced myself to think about sheep. Nice boring sheep, and the way they speak. Didn’t really help me forget the presence of the gorgeous man almost in touching distance, yet the shirt stayed on.
I learned that the name of the actor was ‘Johannes Krisch’, a name I will not forget as long as I live, and that’s going to be the hell of a long time, I am telling you. Now, he did left already by the time I’ve come to know his name. But, the same evening I met him again.
My friend told me afterwards that we stared at each other for a very, very long time. Actually, she told me that we must have been eating each other with our eyes, and that it literally stank to sit on the same table with me because my eyes were groping on the other side of the café. He sat there on the other side facing me, looking irresistible as before. I must have been pretty sloshed by then because I had like my fourth or fifth beer and not really a lot to eat that evening. It felt like being in a very accomplished Western where the opponents meet to take each other out – right before they both pull their guns. Only this moment might have lasted a few hours. You don’t drink five beers in ten minutes, I suppose.
When the staring-theatre got a little too boring for my Vampire-loving friend, she couldn’t but introduce me to the gang. There were three of them sitting on the same table at that moment, one of whom was Johnny, and the two others were the director, Wittenbrink, and another actor, whose name I have forgotten. Actually, I was never formally introduced, so the guys never really learned my name. But who cares?
True, we spoke only one sentence with each other. And it was the most stupid sentence in the whole world, but hey, I would sell my soul for one additional sentence like this. I must have asked something very irrelevant. Truth is, I don’t even remember it anymore since it was not about the content of my words, but about the fact that I was addressing him. I probably asked something about pronunciation because I vaguely remember him showing me how some word is pronounced in a dialect.
Now, let me tell you something. I was staring at that guy for over two hours, and being stared at respectively, but the first time I saw Johnny laugh was when we joined the group. And I am not saying it is solely because of me. I think our company, my friend’s and mine, must have added some group value to the otherwise insipid boozing-party. Whatever the reasons, I left the circle way too early. I really would have stayed if my friend didn’t insist on leaving. Can one resent her that? She must have had a really hard day. And unlike her, I have an eternity to return to that place, although it will never be the same.
Well, let me catch some sleep now, and I will tell you a wonderful story tomorrow. If you please, of course. The truth is hiding in shadows, yet, it might, it just might jump on you when you expect it least.
Right, while I was having trouble typing these words into the computer I kind of broke off the refrigerator door – it simply fell off being slammed once too many times by my idiotic mind. Now, I must call somebody to look at it in the morning. Sleep well.