The englishman, who never died

I sat in the train and was on my way to England. I've always wanted to go to the Kingdom, but this time I really did it!

I got in and read my "Collected Works of William Shakespeare".

I knew most of his plays, but not all. I used the trip to fill my few gaps in his dramas.

I have always been a big fan of the Bard. I adored him since I was a child; the film version of 'Romeo and Juliet' with Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes changed my whole life.

I was so fascinated by this love story, which actually wasn't one, that I needed to read it. So I went to the library and borrowed it. I'd finished a few days later and was infected by the Englishman.

I fell for him immediately.

Nobody really understood my love for his books. I couldn't show my love for literature in general and had to hide a lot of me. I suppressed the urge to talk about books as well and hid a large part of my nature.

Over the years I couldn't allow myself to show my passion because they'd made fun of it. So I locked it into my mind and withdrew myself.

Internet forums weren't popular at this time and neither were blogs. I'd disguised myself until reading finally became fashion.

Nothing much happened in my life, I mean.

School, education, later I went to some jobs.

But I was not satisfied.

Never arrived somewhere.

When I caught my boyfriend, as he slept with my best friend, I packed a bag on a whim, took the book, my passport and hurried to the station.

It was afternoon and I had to kill more than three hours before the train arrived, but that was okay.

The alternative was worse.

Because the alternative would have been an outburst of superlatives and frankly, my furnishings were just too expensive to destroy them.

These two weren't worth it.

So I let them in bed while I packed silently, only saying: "When I'm back, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore nor see you!"

While I was waiting at the station, I strolled through the shops and bought cosmetics, toothbrush and toothpaste in the drugstore and sat down on a bench on my track and began to read.

Oh yes, of couse I took my money from the ATM. England isn't that cheap after all. I actually saved the money for the wedding and honeymoon, so my trip to England was saved. It was Thursday night and I had free on Friday, because I had to work off all those times I stayed after. I would drive the whole night. Shortly after 7pm, the train drove off, held in Paris on est, then led me a way to the next track, Paris North for Euro Star and with this one I went to London St. Pancreas International, followed by St Pancreas Low Level up to my destination London City Cannon Street. Sounds as complicated as it is. But also very exciting.

I had now been more than 13 hours on the road, I could even close my eyes in between. I looked at the watch.

The sun just woke up. It rose slowly and let anyone else know that a new day broke.

The train stopped and people went in and out. We were, according to the announcement, at London St Pancreas International. Someone, who smelled incredibly good, sat down beside me. I looked up and right into two wonderfully blue eyes that belonged to a sandy-haired young man.

He smiled at me very charmingly and discovered the book in my lap.

"I know that!", he said. "Are you reading 'Henry 8th" by William Shakespeare? "