Each story has its share of magic, magic that is manifested to those who are inclined to detect it.
Most of these stories may seem insignificant to many because their impact is a function of the sensitivity that one wants to bring to them.
If we let ourselves be touched by the words that swirl around us and allow them to be put in place, they penetrate us, impregnate us and transmit their meaning to us. They place us in the ideal conditions of perception so that we can become a part of history and live it.
It was suffocatingly warm, the humidity was filling the atmosphere making the bodies sweaty and shiny, the light flooding the narrow streets. From time to time, a breeze from the strait interfered with the land and gave a momentary sensation of freshness. The birds, in tight banners, whirled in all directions and let themselves be carried by these hot and delicate currents of air. A few times, the breath of the sea was more insistent and disturbed, for a moment, this aerial dance. In the distance, some were carried away by the breath of air left by the boats. A harmonious broom was going on and the passengers could enjoy the show.
At the stowage, everyone was hurrying to join the pier or a cosmopolitan crowd crowded in all directions, each following a course known only to them. The stalls unfolded many products and the various scents crept to disorient and captivate. The sweet flavors were mixed to intoxicate and wobble.
In this crowd, like a colony of ants, a multitude of sounds unfolded. People spoke and spoke at great length, and with street music and oriental-sounding instruments, it was possible to perceive some snatches of conversation that were often incomprehensible to our ears.
Then ... a chant ... a call to recollection. It was 13:20 and from the top of the minarets a request was urgent. It was the time when they prostrated themselves to get closer to the divine, that of humility and self-denial, the one where these people purified themselves in an attempt to reach ecstasy.
And all around, the world turned and continued to activate, some shouted and called to taste their food. Pastries and teas mingled and mingled. A delight for the palate.
Associated with these sweets, the sun hit the skins and you enjoy, just simply and with zenitude. The time had stopped, the space of a moment in order to make a freeze frame and just let it be carried.
Suddenly the wind rose and sent a refreshing gust of wind that returned to earth. The world had continued to turn and our heroine was caught again in the effervescence that surrounded him and who had never left it.
It was then, or perhaps a little later, that a small miracle of improbability was offered to her and to her interlocutor.
Out of her reverie, she will go to a few stalls, along a large wall, on a square dominated by some splendid minarets pretending to caress the sky, a deep blue sky, a faultless sky, a perfection of nature. Accompanied by a light and warm breeze, she let herself be carried to some stalls presenting delicate sweet sweets, she entered one of them, one among others in appearance ... and what we think to be our choice leads us, a posteriori, to realize that this place is not just any place. It is the one in which we had to be at this precise moment because it was written and decided, because there was an event to live, an event to integrate into the history of our life, an event among others who were going to add one more page to the book of our existence.
Whatever our choices and decisions, they always lead us to experience something that is necessary to us ... even if we are not aware of it.
So she went in and began to select sweet sweets, accompanied by the seller. It was at this moment that she met the gaze of this stranger with whom she began to discuss. The atmosphere changed, it electrified and the contact occurred ... a look, a few sentences, a tea flower and the charm acts.
Out of this charm, she continued her way without asking any questions. She settled down on the terrace to take the time sipping a refreshing drink when it came time to pay ... it was then that the events rushed and everything changed.
She had been the victim of a robbery, without realizing anything, two individuals had seized her wallet, she had not seen anything coming or felt anything from the mischief as these individuals mastered the art of subtilization.
Vulnerable and without the money, she had in mind only the fact that she could not honor the bill of his consumptions and the impossibility of returning to his hotel in the evening. Possibilities swirled in her head, panic seized her, many scenarios followed each other in her mind, she seemed petrified and absent as her mind was busy. It ends up finding the unexpected help, help that is found only in those countries where people's mentalities and people differ from those of our European countries, distant and cold.
For starters, she was offered her consumptions by the server. Then, freed from this first constraint, she went to find the shop where, it seemed, the mischief had taken place.
Nevertheless, she was sure of nothing. At that moment she saw only the possibility of a robbery.
Her intuitions were confirmed when, with the help of this boy, with whom the contact had previously been electric and magical, she could see the unfolding of the deli on the TV screen linked to the surveillance camera of the shop. It was confirmed, his wallet had been stolen by two individuals past masters in the art of theft.
And the magic of this day continued despite this cloud that had dared to darken for a moment this perfect sky ... this boy, feeling a little guilty for having distracted, erased a revert of elbow, this gray cloud to allow in the sun to shine again and more. He was in no way more responsible than she, the culprit was this little moment that makes you weak and charming, this little moment that takes you and brings you into another world, this little magical moment that l we will never forget ...
and even if, by redoubling their efforts, searching together everywhere in the crowd, a trace of these thieves they came back empty-handed, it was the opportunity that they were together for a long time, a moment that could never have been to be lived without this flight.
It is when we retrospect events and their unfolding that we realize that nothing ever happens by chance or without reason. If we reflect on the stories we have lived, if we pay enough attention to the signs and things we are experiencing, we see that there is always a reason for everything.
But back to her and him ... it's with a lot of attention and interest that he helped her, she knows today that he wanted to spend more time with her, she realizes that she too wanted to, and it was only after a few years that she understood it.
It was a great opportunity for them to finish the afternoon together and for her to agree to accompany him to the restaurant in the evening and enjoy the presence of the other as long as possible.
Even today she would almost thank these thieves for being there because without them nothing would have happened, everyone would have continued the course of his life without even imagining what happened, a wonderful meeting.
Finally, they now have in them a part of the other. They know that in this world the other exists and that gives new importance to their being since they are in the thoughts of someone who cares about them.
A thread was woven together in an invisible way.
Will they see each other again? Obviously, nothing is more impossible if they wish it. They know they exist now, they are aware of each other.
