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Magazine Stories The Cafeteria: Against the odds 02
Magazine Stories The Cafeteria: Against the odds 02
Written by John D. Mukasa Friday, 30 July 2010 08:47
Our first destination was the Restaurant that was located in the Arrival section. We had a cup of coffee here and later on toured the airport. Although I had been to Amsterdam before, I had never ventured to look a round the Airport and it surroundings.
Because we had two hours before the next flight, I asked her if we could go site seeing in the city. She was more than ready to go with me.
We toured the city museum and later went to the bridge that crossed the R. Rhine one of the biggest Rivers in Europe. Here we could see the furthest place of Netherlands and she held out to my hand for the first time and told me of how I was a special man.
She told me she valued this time we were spending together. I had never been so close to a white woman and sometimes I thought of them as being too artificial especially when it comes to relationships. But with Bridget, this stereotype was a lot of nonsense. She had a passion for life and its details. She loved telling stories about her life; especially her childhood life.
She told me that she had grown up on a farm in Salzburg with her grandfather and as a child she was allowed so many liberties and because of this, many people thought of her as a spoilt child and Tom boy.
"My grand father loved me so much because I was his only grand daughter. We would go out to the cattle fields together and that's how I learnt how to ride a horse. I also learnt a lot about Jazz from him. He had a collection of Jazz like Big band Jazz by Louis Armstrong Latin Jazz and bebop."
I loved this part of her life story. I felt like I was there back in time with her in the country fields of Salzburg and we were playing and giggling innocently.
I told her of my childhood of how I had grown up not on a farm like her, but in the city.
I told her that I grew up envying children who had grown up in the country side.
"I missed that kind of life. If I had grown up on a farm, I would have been a survivor. I am one of those people who was handed every thing on the silver platter from childhood."
"You need not be sorry about that. You were lucky and I guess thousands of people out there envy you," she told me.
"Really?" I queried.
She laughed and shoved her slender body into my arms. "You are honestly a nice man. Any woman would want to be with you."
Before I could answer, I found myself kissing her and when I tried to stop, she pulled me back and kissed me deeply.
"I am in love with you and I do not care if its right or wrong." She declared.
I was speechless for a while not because I did not expect her to say such a thing but because it was coming from a woman like her.
Bridget was no ordinary woman. Save for being an Air hostess on an International Airline, she oozed beauty and sophiscation. But more so, she was natural in every sense of the word.
The time for my next flight was drawing near and I asked her to walk me back to the airport. I promised that I would remain in contact with her and added that I loved her too. I sealed these words with a kiss. blog comments powered by Disqus
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