Chestnuts roasting on an open fire (in English)

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire

Jack smiled as he arrived at the old fountain. In winter, it wasn't active, undertstandable. For most of the people it was the reason to stay away from the J.-Berry-Place, but Jack loved how the details of the statue of the stony young woman weren't covered by the floating water. Quiet soundtracks of "Chestnut roasting on an open fire" found its way out of the cozy restaurant the opposite of J.-Berry-place.
Jack wasn't a fan of Christmas songs but this song warmed his heart. It reminded him of his childhood. Normally, memorys of his childhood weren't happy thoughts for Jack. But this song let him feel the warmth in his heart when he snuck out of the house to admire the big Christmas tree that was put up the evening before. It was the first day in his life, he perceived what he really was. Tied up in his head without a wish to escape. Escape of the house, escape of his nightmares, his mind, his body. While the pianist played the refrain of chestnuts roasting on an open fire, he got bumb into the christmas tree. It was 1946 and of course the christmas trees to this times were lightened by candles.
One thing led to another and the last thing before he felt the heat burning in his lung was the deep intense smell of tree, mixed with wax.
Every other child would have said that it ruined his life, but for Jack it was the crucial point to escape of himself. He was okay, nothing more than a burned left hand that is unpossible to move. Jack used the few months he had to spend at the hospital to discover that he had to act.
He found work at a record store. Being in contact with music and its calming effect was good for him. It ensured that he did not lose sight of his attitude. The customers treated him like a cripple, as same as the shop owner. But he didn't care. As the snowflakes began to cover the cleaned windows, he left the store. Not to buy a croissant like he did every morning; no, he left to never step into the store again. On his way to the train station, he looked at the empty place that soon would be filled by a 65 feet high tree and hundreds of people. Jack catched himself showing a little smile. The sender of the letter expected him at one o'clock, he had to hurry up to catch the eleven o'clock train. Skilled, he got 20 dollars out of his pocket with only using his right hand. The train compartment was dirty but empty. Jack didn't care at this moment, however he was glad as he was on his way back to Jerseytown.
It avoided uncomfortable questions about his four feet long and three feet high luggage. Carrying it to the empty place next to the record shop wasn't easy, espacially with only one hand. Seconds after he arrived, he touched the cold, smooth piano key. With both hands. A comfortable warm feeling ran through his body.
Jack remembered the day as the young lady sat down next to him and made it possible for him to play "Chestnut roasting on an open fire". Her left hand and his right hand were like they belonged to one body, not two. This day changed everything. He changed from a supposingly cripple into a proud, popular and -the most important thing- happy man.
He looked up to the stoned young woman, who stood there exactly for one year now. He touched her stony cheek like he touched the lively one the first time on the day she sat next to him behind the piano. And the last time exactly one year ago as she raised up into the sky. He didn't cried because he knew it would have happen one day. He rather sat next to the fountain, smiling back to the people who passed him and all gave him a smile. He rather was happy because he finally found himself, Jack Berry.





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