Wednesday, June 24, 2015


I was leaving a hospital when I saw a man walking with his wife, their arms intertwined. She had a tired and tense expression in her eyes and helped him walk. Tired too, he walked. He was wearing blue hospital pijamas, the uniform of the near dead, of the kind no one wants to look at, since they remind us all that they can fit anyone.

I passed by and his eyes had an intense brightness. A brightness that only those who had walked similar steps could understand. "Good afternoon! Nice to go out, take a walk! Isn't it? He also recognized me by looking into my eyes. He smiled. "I've been here for thirty days. Last week they let me walk and today I took the chance and asked if I could do it outside. They let me!" He smiled again and took a quick look up. 

 I felt a little tightness in my chest, mind and heart went back in time. Blue pijamas, unsure steps, one foot at a time, until the window, through which rays of Sun  shone in. The realization of the beauty of a blooming tree, the wet green grass after the months of draught, the blue sky, after uncountable intravenous accesses, catheters, vitals monitoring equipment, tests, darkness and death. The feeling of the Sun on your skin, nature's life going on randomly and the hope to, one day, still be a part of it.
"How wonderful! I've spent two months in a hospital. I know how it is to look at the sky like that!"
He smiled a large smile, his eyes smiling as well. I said that, but there was no need! I know he knew it already. He had recognized me!
"All the best!"

I resumed walking, naturally striding, the wind on my hair. Walking amidst that nature, that sky, that I, once, looked from afar, with shadows of pain, eyes of enchantment and a small drop of hope. I know that, leaning on his wife, he observed me walking into the nature, into the red and blue shades of the sunset and thought: "Who knows, maybe I too will... someday..."

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