Bogumił Pacak-Gamalski
Musings in Vancouver, on February 14, 205. On Valentine Day, hmmm. Me and Valentine’s Day? Indeed, peculiar.
I’m seating On Davie Street in my favorite “Melriches” coffeehouse. Yes, having my Valentine cake (excellent carrot cake, moist, with whipping cream and a proper strawberry topping it). No, I bought it myself for myself. It is time to become good to myself.
To that little boy; that hungry for love and the world young man from many years ago, and it is time to say goodbye to the sad older gentleman I have become since John’s passing. No, I don’t dislike that gentleman. That older sad me. How could have he not being sad? It truly was a Greek tragedy that happened to him.
A speaker mounted on the wall above my seat plays some nostalgic melody. A young fellow (in the 30ties or early 40ties) sitting by the next table asks if I recognize the song from the 90ties. I’m startled but answer honestly, that not really, I wasn’t paying much attention to it, but yes, I do remember that style of popular music very well. He tells me the title and the name of the singer and proceeds making pleasant small talk about nice weather (that trick is older than myself and my grandparents, LOL), typical tête-à-tête. I point to my writing pad and the pen in my hand and smile apologetically saying: I’m sorry but I’m sort of busy with my notes.
Too bad – he responds a bit dry, slowly gets up and walks toward the door.
I feel bad yet still nice at the same time and say: but I do sincerely wish you a Happy Valentine and a pleasant day. He slows down and still turns his head and gives a smile and walks out. I do hope he did and my refusal was not taken personally. But it felt good – just that I already had a date with someone else – myself.
A table below me three very pleasant guys (definitely early 40ties, best age if you ask me) talk excitedly with each other (not too loud, though) in German. It surprises me how and when I started liking the sound of German. Of course with the exeption of loud shouting – I’m a Pole after all. But I do remember founding it harsh and hard many years ago. But it truly is not. After many visits to Germany I learnt to like it. Say what you want – but if Kant and Goethe talked in it – it couldn’t possibly be that bad. Does ‘liebe’ sounds harsh? Of course, not! It sounds as alluring as in French, Polish, English. Just with a bit of pepper taste to it. But I do love pepper …
I chatted shortly with them. We wished each other happy Valentine and they left.
I will be going soon, too. The cake is gone (despite the big size – it didn’t shocked me that I ate it, LOL).
Yet, I remembered to wish myself Happy Valentine. It wasn’t sardonic or ironic. It was honest. I have earned it. Or I will.
Happy Valentine to you, too – yes, you whoever you are, who reads these words now.
Next day …
Today the weather is opposite of yesterday. My feelings act as the weather, too. Cool, very wet, non-stop light rain, more accurately a drizzle. In a word: ugly. One of these, when using an umbrella seems like an excess, but taking long walks feel like an excess also. Of course, it does affect your soul.
Suddenly a strong feeling of longing. A longing to be in Warsaw, to see my loved ones, whom I’m missing terribly. Missing the youngest ones the most – grandchildren of my sisters. Missing the coffeehouses in Warsaw, my walks in the parks alongside the Royal Route (Trakt Królewski) – all the way, from Lower Mokotów to Rydz-Śmigły Park. It feels like I’m trying to steal my time with them and my city for my own sentimentality and love for Vancouver. That I’m being an egotist. That I’m wasting my meager resources on phantom dreams, and that the egoistic ‘I’ wants to feel good and happy again.
Being happy … do I really even know anymore what ‘being happy means, how it feels?
A little midget seating in some dark corner of my soul screeches to me: where did you get that insane idea, that you are needed by anyone anywhere? What makes you so special to be arrogant like that? People have lives here and people have lives there. You are just a phantom visitor every now and then. But you are not part of their lives. Wishing a Happy Valentine to oneself! What a crazy and self absorbing idea!
He whispers witch metallic tone: the Gods have cast their ballot already!
But I have stopped paying too much attention to Zarathustra or any other gods (perhaps with the exception of Apollo, LOL), and I will ignore that little gnome from the dark corner of my soul. I will press on to catch the end of my rainbow. It doesn’t have to be the entire rainbow, just one corner – I’m not greedy and don’t need that much. A smile now and then? I think that maybe, maybe I have earned a tiny bit of it. Very likely, all of you too. If the world forgets sometime – ask for it.
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