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Finally, on the year 1919, the 28th day of June, the Treaty of Versailles was signed and
the war was over. I haven’t heard from Julien ever since his last letter and I have come to accept
that I’ll probably never see him again. I coped with me being part of the “Lost Generation” by
being even better in what I was good in. I immersed myself in music, learning the piano and
mastering the flute.
I slumped on my seat in Vienna Central Station. I was off to France for a meeting with an
acquaintance of mine who wanted me to play his arrangement at a concert in Paris. Even after a
year, the sadness of Julien’s disappearance and the disappointment to the aftermath of the war.
The conductor announced that the train to Paris was now boarding. I walked slowly, my
steps dragging. I went on this trip so that I could have the opportunity to stop sulking. I
straightened my back and walked towards the train with as much energy I could muster.
The train ride took 12 long hours. I read T.S. Elliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred
Prufrock and related myself to it. I was like that now, I couldn’t name the one I loved because it
hurt too much to remember. The name that lingered from my lips when I woke up from a bad
dream, the name that hovered over me as I walked to the music school. It was that name that
haunted me all throughout my train ride ---- Julien. The hurt took part of me and I shuddered as I
uttered his name in the loud silence that enveloped me. The train had already stopped and we
were now in Paris, in the Gare du Nord train station.
I stepped out of the train soberly after that episode. I had been to Paris before, so I knew
the way to my friend’s house. I walked silently, with my head down not really paying attention
to my surroundings. I was so engulfed in pain that I did not notice the people moving away from
me, creating a path that I could easily follow.
Then I saw him. He was standing tall and dapper in his white sailor suit. His skin lit in
the dim sunlight of the fading afternoon. It had been so long since I had last seen that smile, the
straight white teeth that accompanied it. And then it hit me – the sweet, song that reached my
ears. He was singing to me, and at last he said my name – Nico.
“Julien!” I yelled. I ran towards him as fast as I could, nearly tripping on my own two feet. The
sweet relief that washed through me was both unnerving and electrifying. He smiled widely as I
approached him, opening his arms wide for me, anticipating my embrace. I collided with his firm
body and smelt his intoxicating smell as I wrapped my arms around him. Tears found themselves
trailing down my eyes as I cherished the feeling of his body closed to mine.
“I missed you Nico, more than you know,” he whispered in my ear. And I held him even tighter
as I sobbed into his neck. He held my face gently as he looked at me in the eyes.
“Now you know, that all this time, I loved you from the very beginning.” I felt his breath wash
over me before his lips collided gently with mine. And finally, I could say that I am no longer
lost, I am no longer part of this “Lost Generation” for I had found the one thing that my heart
was longing for – love.