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Saturday, December 4, 2010
Story #4 Pentagram
She decides t do this at last- to turn her long fur’s coat to a jacket. It was hanged in a closet for a few years not worn at all because she was always rushing and running for her little kids, markets, cleaning, cooking- so, it wasn’t coat for her., working, always busy young woman. Why this coat was bought in the Bulgarian climate she couldn’t tell..her husband probably could. It was his idea for her to have it – he never asked her what she want to have or to do- he just called and tell- where and when she must be with a kids, that’s it. By his theory the fact that she was younger with ten years talked by itself- she must listen to him because he is smarter a priory- he know what and how to do in this life.
So, as a result, she became a possessor of a long useless coat and at the middle of the winter she was wearing a thin cotton jacket. The decision was right, she thought, and following the advice of a nice guy- shoe repairer Lubo known for years, she took her way following the given direction to the address. A shoe repairer told her that the leather –doing-guy Goro and him were playing in a mutual band in a school orchestra – that’s how they know each other. But in a present Goro became a leather clothes designer and Lubo was a shoe-repairer, married, with one kid and pregnant woman. Actually, he had an “eye” on repairing the shoes and was an artist in this field.
So, here she came. The searched place was in a basement of the old building in a center of a city. She suppose to push a button of the door bell for the metal black door to be opened. It was a many rooms apartment made an atelie with a big photos of celebrities on the walls all around, signed by them with a thick black highlighter and it was a leather smell at the place . And nobody in the hall.
“Nice touch!”- she thought. “Hello, is somebody is here?” No answer. The thought of a massive metal front door have got into her mind voluntarily and suddenly made her feel stupid, uncertain and nervous. She didn’t have a lot of time- she came here in her lunch break, she had to hurry.
“Pardon me…is somebody is here?”- she told loudly, walking around the hall, watching the pictures., and taking a look at the opened doors to the opened rooms full with a sewing machines and no any people in them.
Somebody opened a side door. “Hi”, the man’s voice even scared her with a sudden loud. He was hansom, tall, had a long black curly hair; the leather clothes became him – he looked perfectly as a woman’s dream.
“How can I help you?” She got calm- it was an angel, not an evil. But she had to hurry.
“Hi, I thought that I’ll die here by myself under some sewing machine hugging the maneken…
So, I’ve got your coordinates from Lubo, he recommended you for my coat remodeling. Would you take a look at it?”
“What Lubo? I don’t remember any Lubo…. Lubo….” ,he looked surprised.
“You were playing in one band in a high school…”
“Ooo, ok, this chubby guy! Shoe repairer, right?...So long ago, sorry, I forgot…”
“Yes, it’s him…So..is it possible you to remodel the coat? It’s a French coat, nice fur..I wouldn’t be happy if it’ll be ruined. And I need a warm jacket urgently… and how much it could coast?”
He remained silent for a while looking insecure what to tell.
“ I am sorry, I don’t have much time- it’s my lunch break…”, she went.
“Forgive me, but Lubo misinformed you- I never remodel anything- I am too busy to create. Really, there is no any free minute to do this job for you. But.. I have a friend who Is perfect..but not that busy, so, do you want me to call him and ask?” She shook her head and he start dialing. While he was in conversation asking another guy for a favor, she had been feeling very disappointed. First of all, she didn’t do whatever she counted to do. Secondly, she lost a time and was hungry. And at last, the temperature have got below zero and she didn’t have a warm jacket and it was easy to get sick.
“So, you are settled. Here the address and telephone are ..he is a good specialist- do not worry. And say hello to Lubo.”
“Thanks, have a nice day..”, she walked through the door into the windy and snowy street. The snow mixed with a rain covered a wet asphalt, people were running , holding their hats and collars at the trout, scarves and umbrellas were helpless against the wind and rain- it was the worst and usual November’s weather in the country. She hugged the bag with a coat tighter to the body- this way she feel wormer and rushed to the office where she had been working.
On her way back whole world became her enemy…cold, snowy, dark enemy; the tears were running down her cheeks, but nobody could noticed her crying-wet tears on the wet of the rain face. Hopelessly, she sat on the chair in the office coffee shop- it was a little time left…
“What’s up?”- her friend barman asked, giving a towel to wipe her hair. She took a look at him and whole disappointment went out right in his careful face. She expressed all her feelings about the life, snow, coldness, and disrespectful and cold heart designer , who do not give a whatever of her problem. “Who is this guy? Don’t he need money if he refused a job?”
“It’s some guy named Goro with a sign on his atelie Pentagram. I guess he was nice. I was just disappointed..”
“Who?! Pentagram!? Someone guy?? Ina, are you crazy going to a famous designer for the remodeling your old crap? Do you read the newspapers? Do you know, that Pentagram is on the first pages of newspapers and magazines in the country as a top of success?”
“Wow..really..it explains a lot...I never read gossips…”
“So, read sometimes..it helps..”
The story of her coat was an anecdote for her colleges for a long time.
“Hey, Ina, how is your coat doing? Probably you have to ask Pentagram to make a purse of your old boots so you can use them forever?”
No, she thought, it wouldn’t work because she was doing this kind of crafts by herself: cosmetic bags from the old worn out handbags; artistically cut leather pieces for her sons knees area pants; sandal straps sew on the old Singer machine, old enough to be setted in motion by feet …She was very creative and able to make a lot but not a fur coat…
Finally, the coat became a sort cute blanket for her baby son – Ina made a cheap and useful action. The old idea was dropped in Leta but she didn’t regret- the coat at last was in a good service. She earned a money to buy some jacket- it wasn’t custom made, but it was nice.
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