I took a night job as a taxi driver lately. A combination between money, insomnia and curiosity, with a drop of unearthly passion for darkness – or you can choose any other motivation if need be.
On my first night, a guy came in and gave me torn piece of paper with an address. It was only half legible so I told him I’d drop him off at the corner of the street and wait awhile till he gets to the right door. Then he started to talk to me with a bit of an odd smile. He said: „I need to tell you this, hell, I need to tell someone. I mean, we won’t meet again so this cannot affect you. And you have no idea who I am. Now truth be told, I have no idea who I am either – I’m hoping that address might help.
„Fact is – he continued – I woke up with a bit a commotion, gasping for air, in an apartment, seventh floor, where you picked me up. There was this woman near me trying to help me up. She said something like – are you okay? do you want me to get you something? But I was quite okay really, except I couldn’t remember even how I had got there. So I said I was okay, just a bit tired – and sat down on the bed. You see, at that point, I was still trying to scrape a few memories of the back of my mind, like a name, a date, a place. But no luck. I was completely clueless; and out of a certain sense of politeness I didn’t want to alert her to my condition, of which I didn’t even know too much. I started to search for common information instead of memories, and I was quite relieved to actually find a lot of them: Beethoven, J.F.Kennedy, differential calculus, the Capricorn, and so on, they just came immediately, with no effort.
Then she sat down near me and seemed to continue a discussion we had had earlier. Or rather end it: she said – so that is that; no need to be upset I think, we both know it wouldn’t have worked out in the end. I looked up with a half surprised, half amused glance – apparently she had been my girlfriend and, although she wasn’t exactly what I would have called a stunning beauty and seemed rather plain in speech and attitude, her decision to break apart with me was likely the cause of a very strong emotion on my side, leading to a severe loss of memory. The recollection of a quote from Marcel Proust makes me smile „out loud” – Men who fall in love with beautiful women lack imagination. So, I have imagination. As these deductions were filling in on me, she was becoming less and less comfortable because my reactions were obviously completely out of place. I must confess that the situation was becoming slightly amusing on my side and after another kind of awkward glance at her, I stood up, put my hands in my pockets and said in the most playful voice I could make: – okay, that settles it then. be seeing you! And I just walked out the door, thinking – yup, I’ll be seeing her as soon as I figure out which one of the mobile phone contacts she is. And then a though made me really (and finally) burst into laughter: -what if I just walked out of my own apartment??! Still, as funny as that would’ve been, I don’t think it is the case. She had that pose of ownership in that apartment, she treated me kind of like a guest. So, that’s it – here I am.”
I dropped him off at the corner of the street and waited… (to be continued 😉 )