Writers have a lonely job, or at least I’m the one who
believes that. Your friends are your characters, you talk to them; you get
angry with them and so on. Writers also spend a great deal of time in their
studio, if they are lucky to have one, if not in their bedroom, pretending they
have a wonderful window view. Last year I decided to leave that comfort zone of
mine, go out and make some real friends. When I first join the IWNG group I
said: Okay, one more online group doesn’t hurt. I’m a passive member of many of
them. I don’t even remember how many? But the pictures they (IWNG members) kept
posting gave me such a positive feeling that I decided to join them. To make a
long story short, I really wanted to be part of the Story Telling & Social
Media event, on 18 of October. I had to make some preparation first. After
school, kids would have a play date, and I got free time from my work.
I
knew they were going to have a raffle, but that particular part just faded
away, as I never win a thing. But, on the day of the event when Yustine got
that lucky message “a free body massage.” I said to myself: that’s mine. That’s
got to be mine. So ladies, please, pick up my name. And then I hear Kristina
trying hard to read my name: I helped her of course: It’s Teuta, I said.
Today it was the day to collect my price. Even though I had checked up
the address thousands of times, I left my house early, just in case. This also
because I’m not good at finding the addresses. It looks like my google map is
‘off’ and I end up having a quarrel with the automated female voice of Google,
but this is another story. To my surprise, today, I found my way without going
the wrong direction first. I told you the universe is listening. I saw myself
standing in front of Lefki’s door, twenty minutes early. What should I do? It
is cold, so I decided to ring the doorbell.
We shook hands, in a traditional way, when you meet
someone for the very first time. She asked me if I needed something to drink
and left me alone for some minutes, just to prepare myself. And here I am now
in this little warm room, sitting on this comfortable bed. The scent of jasmine
filled my nostrils. A piece of soft relaxing music played in the background.
Lefki
made me feel comfortable, and asked if I had any pain. ‘My body and the
shoulder – as if my shoulder was not part of my body- hurts,’ I said. I think I
was having this pain on my shoulder since I was a student, or maybe before
that, I don’t remember. It just stays there and doesn’t want to go away. She
smiled softly. “We will work on it,” she said.
I
was a bit stressed out at the beginning. I’m the kind of person who loves to
talk to strangers, but the ice was quickly broken. She asked where I came from
and my first instinct was to cut the conversation short and let her focus on
her job. Not because I didn’t want to introduce myself, but because each time I
tell people where I come from, they reply with a wry smile and then silence.
But
not this time. As soon as she heard I came from Albania, Lefki smiled and
replied:
‘Oh,
we are neighbours.’ I lifted my body and raised my eyebrows.
‘I
am coming from Greece. Don’t move,’ she said, smiling at me again. That was
enough for us both to begin a warm and pleasant exchange of personal stories,
experiences and future expectations.
Let’s turn to the point though, because here comes the
best part. I lay down on the bed and she started massaging my body- especially
my shoulder- at the beginning soft, and then a bit harder. You know it hurts.
We want a massage and then we complain: auw, it hurts. I was tense, my muscles
too. So I guess she had a hard time with me. In the end she did some toes
massage and all the pieces fall into place. It was almost I was falling to
sleep. But then she massaged the big toe of my left foot, and God that makes me
wake up. I gave such a piercing cry. She explained that all my emotions and
thoughts are reflected there. I didn’t know that. Lefki finished her job and
advised me to be more calm and not to think too much. “Yes,” I said to her,
even though I thought, It’s easier said than done.
After a while, I left her massage parlour with a relaxed body and a positive
feeling. We even gave each other a hug. I will definitely go there again.
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