" The Kidnapping "     

( Story ) João Matvichuc   

                   Marvelous of the nature, blinding pearl of an unique beauty, where the green of the arboreous avenues and the blended rectangles of flowers multicoloured  flourished in the squares,  contrasting in the distance with the sea, in the lost line of the horizon, up to where the view it can reach.  

                  The Nature is prodigal in the magic of this beauty, that transports us to the blue of the sky, to the flavor of a lukewarm wind, that it kisses the petals of the flowers, in a sensual caress.    

                  Sensations that caress us the soul and they pass unperceived in the whirl of our restlessness, in the agitations of the great cities, where hurry is been in an of arriving and nobody knows where.Perhaps, to speed up our steps so that they walk faster in the direction of the final sidewalk. 

                  Lost in his thoughts, Johnny observed of the window of the hotel, the natural beauties of that beautiful Venezuelan island: " Isla Margarita ", the also called " Enchanted Pearl of Atlantic Ocean ", of charms thousand. The place is really the own paradise. 

                 Your dreams are interrupted by the voice of Fafá, his wife, that approaches of the window and she comes to divide with the husband emotions of being there, before a world, divine inheritance, that God deposited to our feet, so that we can usufruct in our perennial terrestrial stay.  

- " What beautiful place!  Look that blue sea!  Do you already see like this a place so beautiful,  Johnny? " 

      -  " Yes,  and we didn't need to come to such a distant place.  In Brazil they exist  many  beautiful beaches. It is enough to travel for the our Northeast ".    

      -  " Be not hill-humoured, my old man.  We it is to take advantage of the good luck that we had of traveling, to know Venezuela and the spoken Caribbean..."  

                   They were some quiet instants observing the movement of the people walking for the sidewalk.  Before them an enormous spotted avenue of stores and magazines.   In the previous night, when they arrived at the hotel, they had the opportunity to observe the replete shop windows with very light clothes and multicoloured, as they should be the people's clothes in the Caribbean heat, with a lot of sun and heat from Senegal, in the eternal Summer of the tropics; a lot of happiness hovering in the air and in the people's faces that walked in the big side-walk, giving a look in the last releases of the fashion. 

                    To tan the good life of the retired ones, to travel, to walk in a carefree manner and to spend all the savings of a work life, because, after all, they don't accompany us in the final trip. 

-   Let's call it to hang about. Mr. Johnny,  and let's to take an a shower, because it is  already in the hour of the our "desayuno". 

                 While left the lukewarm water of the shower to roll on his body wash with soap, Johnny listened the noise of insistent beats in the door of the hotel apartment. Who would that hour of the morning be?  Fafá, still of mini-nightgown, she opened the door with very care, an afraid and very tall, agitated black woman, making extravagant gestures, trying to explain what she wanted, in a dreadful English, blended of expressions, in an undecipherable language. 

                  A poor Fafá, sleepy and frightened, she tried to understand the gestos and the exotic visitor's stranger babble, but Fafá didn't get to understand anything, in other words, " nadica"  of anything ".  

                    The two afraid children's accompanied woman (his daughters? ), nervous she gesticulated more and more and in the peak of the agitation she balanced her frenetic lacetes in the black hair stiffed in traditional " African Power ". 

                  Fafá moved by a sudden suspicion that came her in the mind, she secured  the woman for the shoulders, and asked - " Is it fire, the problem? " and if she cames to inform that the hotel was catching fire. - " No, it is not fire, she answered screaming and with more frenetic gestures, the stranger left dragging to poor semi-naked Fafá for the corridor saying:  - " Come, please " and as hallucinated woman she  dragged Fafá in direction of the elevator  a true " kidnapping ", in the meaning of the word. 

                  They entered quickly in the elevator and Fafá, when seeing her free from the molestation of the other, she gave the departure to go down working with the luminous " button 0 " and the other  woman when seeing that, she noticed that the " zero " was the key of the question, solving Guiana Englishwoman's cheerful and agitated tourist's problem, that was knowing Venezuela and their elevating strangers.  

                    It is not better to forget the profits of the life of what to walk to the beach, in order to enjoy the rays " calientes " of the eternal tropical Summer of the Caribbean island, where the sea is always inviting, limpid water, reflecting the intense blue of the sky, letting to reveal dozens of fish playing among theirs legs.  

- " Ah!   That delights! ", Fafá " said tanning " the pleasures of the Nature.       

                   The massage of the waves of the sea, they propitiated them a pleasure sensation and voluptousness, that there is a long time they didn't feel, mainly when hearing the noise of the waves of the sea and the song of the birds, in a cheerful racket, that shook the palm trees of the beach. 

                    Really, that was a cheerful and radiant morning of Summer, Good under all the aspects, excepted, of course, the unexpected " kidnappings " of the life...   

(Story published in the Brazilian Anthology in Prose & Verse " - Edições Alba - 2008 of Varginha - MG - Honors Prize - Pages 79 to 81).

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