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سه شنبه, 09 آبان 1396 ساعت 15:32

Mohammad Gharagozloo: The Partisan! An unfinished story

 Written by Mohammad Gharagozloo

* Last night I was stalking home. The weather was rainy. All streets's lights were off and sidewalks were absolute dark, Deep  darkness like dictatorship nights. I was going to light my cigarette that my match fell. When I bent down to take it, I found a crinkled notebook. An old notebook that you can read all letters that had been remained on it. Some letters had been removed.... * I am Sasha from Russia and this is my latest novel about a real adventures I have tried to write in English. These events happened in a  remote cafe, located in a village between Paris and Antony in October 1943, while resistance movement was struggling against fascism's occupation!  * The man, who had not reached to cafe yet, was a partisan. Who was wanted by fascists army and called Lorenzo! He was from Italy, taught politic science at Milan University and after fascism had risen and Mussolini taken power, he was forced to leave Italy and joined resistance movement. His friend ( maybe his be loved) named Anna, had come from Amsterdam! She was a writer, painter who had been Picasso's student. She was always saying " painting is not done to decorate apartment's walls. It is an instrument for war!" She believed that author should have had commitment to equality and freedom! Her parents were arrested by fascists and sent to camp. They were Jewish. Anna had worn an army green coat and braided her hair. She looked 35. * The cafe as always was calm. A waitress was standing and whispering a popular song:

Je vous parle d'un temps Que les moins de vingt ans Ne peuvent pas connaître Montmartre en ce temps-là Accrochait ses lilas Jusque sous nos fenêtres Et si l'humble garni Qui nous servait de nid Ne payait pas de mine C'est là qu'on s'est connu Moi qui criais famine Et toi qui posais nue

La Bohème, la Bohème Ça voulait dire on est heureux La Bohème, la Bohème Nous ne mangions qu'un jour sur deux!(1)

The waitress cut song and said to Anna : "The sky is sad full of clouds, it could be raining." Anna looked at the waitress, said nothing and continued to write. She was waiting. Her heart was quickly beating! She was impatient and concerned that suddenly a man appeared on threshold of cafe's door and entered peacefully. He was wearing glasses, carried a machine gun on his left hand and looked 42! Anna stood up immediately, scurried and embraced man and surrounded his neck by her arms and kissed him. Stopped, looked at man's face and kissed again! "Oh Lorenzo! Lorenzo darling!" Whispered Anna. Lorenzo put his gun next to desk, pull Anna toward himself, wrapped his hands around Anna's wasp waist and kissed her cheek. Where have you been so far darling? Asked Anna and continued "why were you late?" "Sorry baby, i had gotten stuck between two fascists groups..." said Lorenzo. " So would you like some coffee?" Asked Anna. "Tea! I just have a cup of tea." Said Lorenzo. " Tea with lemon and coffee?" She was waitress who had asked! She knew Lorenzo's taste! "How long have you been waiting?" Asked Lorenzo and took his gun. " 24 hours, maybe longer. I slept here last night." Answered Anna and smiled.... " You said how long?" Asked Lorenzo and touched Anna's face and fondled her hair. " 24 maybe longer, it was worth it...." Said Anna peacefully and took Lorenzo's right hand. " I have to apologize darling." Said Lorenzo and kissed Anna's hand. " How come?  I had to make sure that the cafe and its around is safe." Answered Anna and pull herself toward Lorenzo's chair. " So I was concerned about your safety." Said Anna and added " I was afraid you couldn't come!" " I was afraid you wouldn't be here...." Anna cut conversation, sighed and said: " I had to be here so soon....sooner....I would have waited for you two , three or....how can I say....I wanted to be sure....I wanted to see you and....if it was possible...." " Be sure for what?" Asked Lorenzo seriously.... " It was possible a new determination..." Said Anna. " It was a new determination ....?" Asked Lorenzo again. " Yes darling yes. Since you were not here and since  I have been waiting for meeting you, I intended to write my latest story. In this novel there is a man, a revolutionary professor, who has left university to join fight against fascism but unfortunately I  couldn't.  Because this is long time that I have decided to join....." " Please lady! Please sir! Escape....cafe is surrounded by soldiers! They are coming.... Immediately Lorenzo took his machine gun, stood up and hold of Anna's hand.... Since closely the shooting sound could be heard clearly and waitress sang: Of course, it's not la Seine// It's not Vincennes' wood// But it is pretty anyway// In Göttingen, in Göttingen....   No quays, and no old tunes// moaning and dragging on// But love still blossoms here // In Göttingen, in Göttingen.   They know better that us, I think,//The history of the kings of France//Herman, Peter, Helga and Hans,   In Göttingen.....(2) ---------------- 1. La Boheme is a popular song that written and sung by : Charles Aznavour https://muzikum.eu/en/127-4308-151506/charles-aznavour/la-boheme-english-translation.html

2.Gottingen is an university in Germany and a popular song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2beYoAxxC8A Nation and Culture at a French-German Television Channel Damien Stankiewicz ... from Barbara'sGöttingen, translated from original French 12 French German ... consumed by war, but which ends with French-German peace, cooperation, . *************** Tehran. 4 Nov 2017

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