Time To Say Good-bye [antikvár]

Foreword It was the middle of the night when Tom returned from Midnight Mass to the barracks of the refugee camp. Sitting on the bunk bed checked everything again in the backpack, made a mental note what had to be done first thing in the morning to start out to America. His mind was at ease and he was at peace with the world. Everything was prepared and there was only tonight to dream and relive the past before saying good-bye to a carefree childhood, to hunting memories, to his parents, his homeland and to old Europe. I did get this far. The past is histoiy but the future is still full of questions. I am all alone. Where will 1 find Jutka again? When will she be with me? When will she be mine? What does my future hold? It is easy to remember the revolution, how it started, how I escaped and why, but how will my story end, he wondered in the dark room as the night surrounded the camp, encircled the town, covered up the valley and the mountains all around. His eyes were tired and when they closed they were prepared to stay shut until the morning. Didn't take long and he was asleep and drifted deeper and further away from the present to find himself on the road to dreamland, carrying all his memories bundled up, along with all his hopes and expectations. The road ahead didn't seem to be smooth and it was crowded with hordes of people, all trying to get ahead and discover the meaning of their lives. Older ones in the throng clamored for God, while most of the young ones for true love. He had no time to stop and pressed on. Entered dreamland. Near the gate the road came to a fork. Had to choose direction, had to decide which road to follow. One road led to magic and the supernatural, which would govern his past life through events and memories, not his own will. On that road his dreams would make him super hero and it was an inviting thought to be invincible, but there was no room for personal life, for mundane, every day pleasures. On that road events carried the story and the tale would become fantastic, surprising and strange. Characters were not important, they remained only in outline form as story would move away from real life and take place in unreal time. On tiie other road he could choose his stories as they occurred in real life. He would recall the actual events which would continue according to natural laws, but :/¦ ;