Night moment

This is a story about my grandmother and my grandfather.

My grandmother was a housewife but also a fortune teller. She could read the coffee grains and tell your fortune in the cards. My grandfather was a con artist playing cards (of course cheating), backgammon or whatever job he could find.  She was from a small village in Greece called Astakos and he was from Piraeus, a big city in Greece. We used to spend a lot of time together and their lives are full of moments and small stories. World War 2, how they met, how my grandmother taught me to read the cards, how my grandfather used to play a game of puppets to make me laugh, how my grandmother used to tell me stories and fairy-tales and my grandfather only knew one fairy tale and kept repeating the same one again and again.

But there is on moment in their lives that has stuck with me. It amazed me as a child and as a grown up I think it’s one of the sweetest things a couple can do. They used to go to bed around 10 or 11 o clock. And they both used to wake up, no alarm clocks, nothing, at 2 or 3 o clock in the morning, they used to have a coffee and a piece of walnut cake my grandmother used to make, chit-chat a bit and then go back to sleep.

I don’t know how it begun or why but I remember them doing it my whole life. And when my grandfather died my grandmother used to do the exact routine on her own but with a photo of him in the coffee table.

So sometimes when I am awake at this time of the night I can’t help but thinking about them and what they did and just wondering if the main reason I am awake is because myself secretly has chosen this time of the day, so meaningful and sweet for them, like a small secret, to remember them and all the time we spent together.

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The soldiers of the constant fight

The soldiers took their rightful positions.

The fight is ready to begin.

The smell of war is flying around.

The night is settling down.

The day comes the night goes

and the clock is moving like it usually does.

 

But the fight is not beginning

the soldiers are standing there,

doing nothing but staring and breathing

and looking in the air.

Their eyes are black and hollow

seeing nothing and all

just waiting for the orders to follow.

 

But the orders are not coming

and the nights and days are passing by.

The seasons are making circles

and the time has started to fly

 

The soldiers now are yawning

looking around for what they are supposed to fight.

But nothing is coming their way.

Now they think they are wasting their life away:

“Do we stand for nothing here?

Is there not a battle field?”

 

The place suddenly starts trembling

and golden rain comes from the sky.

Realizing there is no fight to fight

and no struggle to struggle

the soldiers do not die, nor disappear.

They are now ONE with the battle field.