Smooth Criminal (English ver.)

Part 7

Lyon, July 25, 1982

It's been a long time since the party that I almost don't remember it. I haven't seen her since that evening. I was constantly bothered by the questions of where she is now and whether we will really see each other again ...

As the months went by, the long wait became more and more difficult.

I had to leave town for a while.

I decided to go to my parents who moved to Lyon and spend some days there.

They lived in a house just outside the city center where they were surrounded by large forests and beautiful mountains. In addition to the house they lived in, they had another small one, which had only canvases, paintbrushes and paints. Part of it was open with a small terrace and it was intended for painting and relaxing.

Along the way, I listened to music on my Walkman. The Beatles song Yesterday came up.

"Why did she have to go

I don't know.

She wouldn't say.

Now I need a place

To hide away. "

I exhaled.

In the distance I saw the station I was supposed to get off. Next to it I saw my parents waiting for me with the car.

I smiled and waved.

I honestly missed them very much and was glad to see them.

The bus stopped and the back door opened so I came out.

I ran to my mother for a hug.

She always hugged me and kissed me.

When she released me from her embrace, I turned to my father. He just winked at me and gave me a quick hug.

"Now get in the car," he said, "your mother made you your favorite dish."

It took about 5 minutes from the station to our house. It was a smaller village with about twenty houses that were not crowded side by side. We soon parked outside the house and I got out of the car. I felt clean air, which immediately refreshed me.

Father unlocked the door and called us to get into the house.

I took my things and brought them inside. They had one room upstairs in the house that was just for me. I quickly went downstairs as my mother called for lunch.

There were plenty of dishes on the table including my favorite dish quenelle. At lunch I talked with my parents a lot. There were laughs and jokes all around.

After lunch I went to my room to unpack. One photo fell out of the suitcase. It was me as a little boy playing with children on a lake, I couldn't remember which one so I went to ask my father.

He told me that the lake was nearby and that we often went there when the weather was bad in Paris.

I got the idea to visit that place again.

I packed a smaller bag of some supplies but through the window I saw that the night was slowly coming down and I decided to go there tomorrow.

As it was bedtime, I went to change into my pajamas.

I ducked under a thick blanket.

Like when I was a little kid, my mother came into the room to wish me good night.

In those moments, I was happy and didn't think of anything that worried me before.

Such carefree moments couldnot anticipate what would happen later.