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Darko Šekutkoski
The White Lune
The PrologueExistence means
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being.Waves roll across the sea, they exist...and none is the same as any other, they are onlyalike.As an eternal dynamism, like the living world in the moment of existence, hopelessly andtediously
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on the one hand there was God and he still is.He says: "Nothing needs to be changed. Everything is accord and harmony. Wavesmonotonously break on the rocks and nothing is apparently going on. However, the rocks' formchanges every moment. Unnoticeable in a lifetime, but noticeable in a million years. Every grainused to be a rock, a boulder. Changes occur, but gradually, like evolution. It was me who createdevolution. I intended it to change the world for the better, but slowly, for that is good. Everythingelse is revolution, and that means suffering. I love the world that I created. The cosmos. I wouldnot like it to perish."The devil responds to him: "Yes, you have created accord, harmony, evolution, but I havecreated events. With you, it is boring and inactive. You bestow love, but I bestow passion.Perfection in love is when there is passion, because it is passion that holds the real relish. Theworld is like a cockled corn field. Without cockle, it yields less, because there is no struggle. Noaction."***It took me several years after making acquaintance with a young woman in Rome tocomplete the pieces of the puzzle and finish the jigsaw, more precisely, to bring in order a host of information, persons and events, which will have the following story as a result.It was in November 1990 that I returned from Australia to Europe, and by coincidencefound myself in Rome proper. Not knowing how to kill time until evening, when I was supposedto fly away on the next plane, I decided to do some sightseeing of Rome.
 
That morning I entered into a toyshop with a charming salesgirl. Her hair was jet black and reached down almost to her waist. Her eyes were big and green, and her lips full and juicy.She packed her young and exquisite body in a knee-long bordeau uniform with large buttons oneither side of the lapel. For a moment I seemed to have met a lion tamer in the circus, sinceeverything around me was glittering with colours. She was also wearing black soft tights on thelegs that were simply emitting a kind of warmth, energy, and I did not feel like going away fromher anywhere.I tried to persuade her to go out after work, even if my plane should depart forever.She tried to explain to me that she had as many as three children and a husband.At that very moment her manager walked into the shop!She cast a glance at me, looked at her and asked her in Italian, which I did notcomprehend, but I understood."What is this fellow looking for in here?"She told her that I was I customer and that I had already chosen several toys, adding that Ihad just come over from Australia.That pacified her manager, who turned for a moment, and to my surprise, the salesgirlscribbled her name and telephone on a visit card and passed it to me.It was a signal for me that the fish had taken the bait, but in fact I was the caught party,without being aware of that!I took the plane anyway, but I could not get that young woman out of my head.After a month I decided to phone her! I thought that she had forgotten about me and onlya tiny wisp of a flame smouldered in me, I wanted only to phone her and try my luck."Where have you been?" was her first question.Then I was caught in panic for a moment, because it was a sort of shock for me. Ireturned to my senses."Do you still remember me?" I asked her."Of course I do! You don't forget such blue eyes easily!" she answered, to myastonishment."Do you think yours are kind-looking?" I asked."My eyes are green and desirous, and yours are blue and cute!" she replied to me."That means we are going to meet!" said I.
 
"Something like that," said the Italian girl.Thus I got back to Rome. However, this time she did not have three children, but onlyone. She admitted lying to me, so as to stop bugging her, but later she changed her mind."What about your husband?" was my next question while my new friend was driving meto her place, somewhere in Rome."He is..." There was a short silence. "As a matter of fact, how should I say...in prison. Hewas convicted for rape, more precisely, something like rape...but, it's all my fault!" she gotagitated, so I interrupted her story."All right. You don't have to tell me that if it's hard for you!" said I, although I wasburning with curiosity.She gave me a short glance while parking the car in a narrow alley and then I saw tears inher left eye, which made her look so feminine, vulnerable and I immediately fell in love with thattoy salesgirl.What time did we have in her flat afterwards? Simply: crazy and unforgettable! Thatweekend is unique and I am sure that I can express my sense of rapture with the famous Russianword that does not exist in dictionaries and cannot be translated, but only felt and experienced,and is frequent among common people and causes the rapture of the Russian it is intended for,not only for the word's mere meaning, but for the pleasant shock it causes, because such a thingis least expected from a foreigner, and it confirms that the foreigner, if he is any proficient inRussian, really knows its soul! The word is pronounced just as follows:
 Aaabaalldet 
!!!I did not bring up Russian by chance! She was Russian by origin, more precisely, herfather was. As she said, he had been a Red Army member and had taken part in pursuing theNazis from Stalingrad to Berlin, and at the very end of the war, he had been unnecessarilywounded into the stomach during a bout of drinking on the outskirts of Berlin. Wondrouslyenough, the rifle bullet, which deserves to be recorded in medical annals, did not damage a singlevital organ and it passed by three milimetres' distance from his spine. He was somehowtrnasported to France, and then to Italy. Within reach of a large city in the north of Italy, he met ayoung and attractive nurse in the reconvalescent camp. He fell in love with her and decidednever to return to his homeland. They went to her small estate, in the vicinity of the camp, near
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