The Old – Time

I was on my balcony and enjoy the snowy landscape! Your holiness, Maker, how you created it all with class! The snow had covered the road, no one passing by. But in the moment it seemed to be…
down by one, old man it seemed, and as he approached, yes, he was an old man with ash-grey old shoes, a stick and a bundle on his shoulder! I made to nod, but proceeded a few yards, left in the middle of the street, the stick, and the saddlebag and noticed around the chimneys like to see for the last time. But the curiosity that they say that most of the times, is a devilish action, would not leave me alone. I wonder why? Because I thought such an old man around here, and a year in the city with a stick and a couple of large bags full. It’s very quiet ,doesn’t talk to anyone and, above all, don’t bother ,regardless if some are offended if you happen to sit on the steps of the entrance of the house, for example.
Who was it then? I walked quickly ,I grabbed my jacket from the couch ,I brought a round my neck a thick shawl and rushed to see what was going on, what’s happening to me I guess, maybe it’s a picture of my imagination!
I got to the point where he was standing and I caught a glimpse, as he passed by. No-no, it was not the well-known old man ,it was someone else, it seemed to me already that he looked like my late grandfather to me, not to say that it was himself ,a thought that caused me to shiver.
I said to myself ,the spirit of the grandfather for the operation that I went to church and I wrote down the name. What is your mind ,a thousand turns done in a second like think of something ,like come to the front of your ignorance and the unknown, and you think maybe this ,no, maybe, if you’re struggling to find the edge!
I went ten steps further, and had to come back and in the moment I hear it :a lot of suffering, I picked it up on the backs of God, please give me a bit of a brain even to his creatures, be praised, Sir!
I was speechless, what on earth is going on. Are you talking to me, old-timer? He bent down took his stick and bundle, and made to move forward, and again stopped.
-Now I will open up a conversation!
-Will one day return to the ship. Can’t the man torturing the man .
-And the boat ,where it will turn where it comes from, old-timer?
-Comes in a little to the port ,brings new time ,I’m on this old boat I loaded all the mistakes of the people in these απειθάρχητους times .Wars, wars, deaths, and other deaths ,children before to live in the time of the song die by the hand of the major.
Gave me pause, I confess, I found him profound old man, something he knew ,somewhere he lived, in a war zone, is a refugee who lost his mind, paranoid,… what anyway!
Had an interesting chat even if I was shaking from the cold!
-Who are you really?
-Συμφεροντολόγοι! Within this time ,my veins are almost closed from the problems. Breath I’m not taking it anymore. I proceed to finish up and I think I caught the new year ,loads of hatred, of hatred ,of alienation ,of the evil that gives birth to the interest of the individual.
I went to get the: old man time, go now go your own series ,here comes the new with the gifts,to tell you anyway something . But, again the interest again for gifts, the mind to the gifts ,material goods certainly, not in the virtues which adorn or need to decorate every man and swallowed my tongue!
In the cold, in odd thoughts, get a chance to hear it: another year comes, become People!
Now I get it! It wasn’t my grandfather, but the spirit of Old-Time!
What a dream, and that in the afternoon!
Happy birthday, little and big kids!
Happy new Year, in Peace!
Anna Δεληγιάννη-Τσιουλπά
Educator, author, critic