Somebody once told me that a man much rather regrets something he did than something he didn't have the guts to do, i kept thinking about that on my way home. Why am i chasing this girl? How is this going to affect my life in the future? But then again, life is like a car with a broken fuel monitoring system, you never know when it's gonna just...stop. That's not an excuse to just stay in one place because sooner or later the fuel is just gonna' consume it's self and you realize it's too late to start moving.
So i'm risking my fuel on a long road all the way to Vienna. I get home and start packing, took a few clothes, had a shower and counted my savings, it wasn't much, just enough to save me from starvation
I took a cab and starred out the window for like 10 minutes, keeping my mind focused.
Then, like every cab driver does, he asked me:
- So where are you heading?
-Vienna.
-Austria, what a splendid country
-have you been there?
-No but my ex-wife lives there...
-How come?
-It's a long story.
-I have the time.
-Allright, I'll tell you, me and her were the happiest people alive on this planet, i met her like all usual teenagers met.
-On the internet?
-No, in my days there was a place named school, and you actually had to take girls from there to another place named a movie theatre.
-Ok, you're being ironic.
-Am i? Anyway, one day we had an argument, i was upset so i called up the boys and took it to the bar, i got a little bit drunk and i cheated on her.
-With who?
-Ah some sluty drunk chick, female degradation in person.
-that sucks...
-Yeah i know but i was too intoxicated to think, but that's not the worst part, the thing is i didn't tell her...some scumbag friend of mine took the responsability to do it.
-there always is one, isn't it?
-You bet, so we had a fight, she decided to leave and i just stood there and let her, didn't do anything.
-Why?
-that's what i've been asking myself for 15 years.
-i'm sorry
-Don't be, so anyway what is an average New Yorker like you doing in Vienna?
-Bussines
-oh i see, well a man' gotta' do what a man's gotta do, right?
-yeah.
Got to the airport an hour early...hey it's better than five minutes late. that's one thing i'm sure of.
The cab driver's story was so touching, that goes to show how big a small mistake can get.
It was a long short flight and watching the Atlantic from that alttitude was a bit disturbing, what if somebody is floating there on a wood board, weaving, insanly hoping that the plane will help him?
So many troubles...many many troubles and none of them matter to most of us, except ours, but even our own are zero in this enormous universe, still all of us float on our wood boards waving to planes hoping they will save us from drowning in the middle of nowhere, alone.
The plane landed in vienna at 5:30 pm, it is a beautifull city, but i wouldn't trade New york for it.
Allright so now i'm here, what now? I need to get a room somewhere, but first i'll buy a pack of Dusseldorfs, i'll have to owe cancer to Gina but that woudn't be no big deal.
Ok, if i was a beautiful austrian chick that just came back home, where would i be?
that's a stupid question because from the airport all the way to downtown, in the very heart of Vienna i was surrounded by those.
As i was still walking on the main street, mezmerized by the european flavor, i looked up and saw it right in front of me... "Hotel Gina". This is gonna' be a long day.
to be continued....