Be who you are

Salzburg Day 1

Sandra stands outside a small door that probably leads to an underground bar. The fluorescent sign says "Black Bear" it is definitely the right place. She had shown the message to the taxi driver not wanting to make any mistake of the destination, but she is standing there with a little bit of surprise because it would have never been her cousin's choice! He usually prefers glamorous noisy clubs full of people but this one even by its door looks nothing like that!
"Of course he doesn't know the country and he might have wanted an initial meeting spot!", she thought sensibly! So she goes in observing the design and sits at the bar which is almost empty. Her eye falls on an abandoned jacket left on the stool next to hers and then on a half-drunk short glass of whiskey. She decided to order rum with cola, her favourite drink. Soon enough the abandoned jacket found its owner emerging from an even darker part of the bar. "He is a good-looking guy. He seems friendly!I'll ask him if there is another bar with the same name nearby.",Sandra is thinking. However, the boy started chatting with the bartender leaving no room for anybody else. The conversation was fierce and in German, they were laughing and shouting spraying English international vocabulary to enrich their German dialogue. Sandra was nearly finishing her drink, feeling depressed, which probably was depicted in her face, since all of a sudden she heard someone call her.
"Here's another one. That's on the house!"
It was the bartender, but both men were peering into her eyes as if they finally noticed her. That's her interval,time to swoop in!
"Oh.Thanks. I was about to order another one"
"So the next one is on me!",the mysterious handsome man next to her had finally tossed the ball!!
A smile and a gesture is the key to gentle communication. Talking, laughing, sharing, clanging glasses, devouring shots they both soon realised that they are having a good time in the "Black Bear" together. More smiling and laughter brings more drinks and the latter bring hotness in the atmosphere in the point that their bodies are so close that the touching reminisces movie scenes of an untouched skin as soft as the heart of cotton, pure and unspoilt like the first puffy snow under the moonlight. The dreamy images like a cloud above their heads in a comic strip showed a series of exclamation marks. If they could play a song in the jukebox this would probably have primitive sounds of acoustic guitar and drums bursting like fireworks while they were engaged in talking about intimate matters as if they knew each other for years. Was it the drink talking?Yet they felt pretty close to discuss family affairs.
"When he was little he used to live in a very small village in Thessaly in Greece with his parents and grandparents in a house that their greatgrandfathers had built barehanded; his father had survived a civil war with a bullet stuck on his shoulder and his grandmother was supposed to be the most well-respected person in the family. Matriarchal family as you can understand", Sandra exclaimed a little dizzy from the drinks and her new encounter.
"Are you running away from him?", he replied.
"Hm. Running away?Me? I'm a dangerous woman you know! I'm bulletproof, do not think you know me for a second."
And they clanged their glasses saying "Prost!"
"My dad is not the reason, he is just a person. It's me. I want to travel the world! I have dreams, you know. So there is not other choice than leave home and meet people like you to inspire me.",she smiled!

His name is Yian. His accent is German even when he speaks English but it gives him such an attractive flair that Sandra fell in love with his voice and lip movement at first sight and felt like trusting a stranger. On his part, he seemed completely mesmerized by her eyes, body movement and way of talking that he seemed to stare for hours on end with a grin on his face listening to her vivid accounts of life.
"This one time, I spent Christmas with my family in my father's hometown. My mum was pregnant and everybody was excited about it!My grandma was negotiating the zodiac circle and whether this baby could cry a lot or not, but my brother and I were just thrilled that our parents would stop picking at us and focus on somebody else! We were thinking about travels of course when dad started chocking and coughing. We panicked tapped his back and fortunately he was ok, but he almost gave us a heart attack and probably a real one for himself too! That moment he said that he stressed himself because he couldn't cope with three children and blamed me,as always, for not contributing to the house. You see I want another life! I don't belong in a world of criticism.", Sandra said!
"I love your spirit", he relpied in a nutshell.

The time has passed, Yian checked his watch, excused himself, winked his eye to Sandra and left.
"We'll meet again somehow. It's almost morning", he said.
Time is every affair's worst enemy. It flew like birds scratching the sky and flowed like water twinkling in a morning breeze. Yian left as quickly as he came in her life making her forget about her cousin.. the cousin that she was supposed to have met there last night. Sandra smiled while greeting the bartender, climbed up the stairs of the bar without much thought and left.

The sun has already risen and she has started to feel lonely. The drinks have made her dizzy and exhausted, her head is spinning, her eyes are burning and she can feel the effects of alcohol in her stomach. She wanted a day in Saltzburg so there she is, very early in the middle of this grotesque town, her schedule already ahead of her. The cobbled streets lead to squares of Baroque style with the morning flea market ongoing and Christmas celebration events being held all over. The stalls are selling wooden handmade objects, they are all ornated in a Christmas fashion and there is a smell of candy and hot chocolate everywhere in the atmosphere! Touching the merchandise to get the feeling of their power over her, Sandra wandered around the main square and headed towards Motzart's Geburtstaghaus.