zaterdag 1 juni 2013

The Waterslide

Our resort in Turkey had a very nice lounge area. From there you had a good view on the sea a bit further away and on the swimming pool which was on the ground floor. The temperature was excellent and it was a joy to drink our Turkish coffee over there.

While we were sipping a freshly made one a woman in her fifties came walking in our direction, pulling along a handicapped boy. We had seen them before during dinner time. There was the father, a tall man in his fifties, maybe even sixties, with distinctive features. He must have been quite a man in his younger years, with his tattoos he looked like a retired sailor. His wife must have been equally attractive, her hair was still raven black and she had that mocca coloured skin that sunbathers try to get, but with her it came natural. She must have been a Spanish beauty in the past.

Their son was a very handsome boy of around twenty that suffered from being handicapped. I thought he was spastic, his walking was very difficult, just like his talking. But I thought that what he said, did make sense. There was nothing wrong with his mind.
The mother put him on a chair, put her bag on the floor next to her own chair and went inside to get a drink.
He clawed her bag towards him and started to search in it. I thought he might be searching for her, maybe his own phone. Some things fell on the floor and I picked them up and put them on their table. He mumbled something, probably thanked me.

She came back with two coffees, grabbed her bag and told him off while she put the things back in it.
In both coffees she put a sweetener and lit a cigarette. With the cigarette in her mouth she stirred the coffees.
The boy looked away to the sea and the pool. Once in a while he laughed, when somebody went from the slide and landed in the water.

"I would love to go on that slide", he said very clear.
She pushed her cigarette abruptly in the ashtray and said in a sharp tone: "That's only meant for healthy people." Her lips changed into a thin red line.

The boy looked away beyond the horizon, I could sense so well that this hurt him. He didn't say a word anymore. She drank her coffee and pushed his a bit further in his direction. "Don't let it get cold."
Without a word he took the cup with two hands that looked misformed by the way he held them out. When he had them on his lap, they seemed to be quite normal. In two gulps the coffee was gone and he put the cup carefully back on the saucer.

The father came from the other side of the pool, with the boy's walking stick that had a tripod as a base in his hands. On the tripod rested two armbands for the pool. "Can we go?" he asked.
She nodded and took her bag from the floor.
The boy wanted to take his walking stick, but the father just passed it on to his other hand and stretched his arm out. The boy got up, sighed and took the hand of his father. While he was dragged from the lounge area he had one last look at the slides.

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