The first part.. Zoica Gjolla Popi

 

Albania
 England

 story

 
continues in the second part

 Taken from the book of the same title "The Miracle of a Night"

 All rights reserved to the author

 The miracle of a night

 
 In the coastal city that came some time ago, Silvana seemed to have gone through that first distraction of going abroad.
 The apartment suitable for both was close to the center.  He started work early, marveling at the colors of the newly awakened night sky.  The first star of the morning was still furry with his fading and every time she saw him she called out the name of Sokol who was probably drinking her morning coffee, so quickly with the lighted cigarette.
 - My blue-eyed brunette, the most beautiful soul You- he caressed.
 Hastening the steps, like many other passers-by, she occasionally cast her eyes from the sky, on the blue layer, from where it began to open slowly and give way to the space in blue.
 Here and there appeared a pale purple background with a hidden sunlight, like a hide-and-seek game of the sun with the new day.
 Ah if he only knew how to paint!  He liked landscape paintings so much that he got lost in the painter’s fantasy.  But this beautiful landscape, was an attraction for the anxieties of the everyday.  The dizzying noise seemed to echo near the traffic lights when people were allowed to pass quickly.
 On the way they sometimes accompanied little neglected dogs, some abandoned.  Silvana laughed when the dogs stopped at the traffic light and waited quietly for the green color to come out.  Did they understand, or did they instinctively go with the passers-by ?!  They calmly followed the rhythm of the people who looked at them with a lot of love!  Near the high church of "Saint Mary" arched in the shape of a semicircle, the old Kamara that seemed to coincide with the bell tower in front.  As soon as you crossed Egnatia Street, the ruins of an ancient amphitheater appeared, preferred by young melancholy youths with their drinks in hand and scattered in small groups.  Again cross the two-lane road in "Agia Sofia" where Silvana frequented the shop windows of signed stores on Sundays, as she liked to follow the clothing models with the colors and design of the season.
 At the weekend, the two of them went down to the parade with Sokol, holding hands.  The city with a life of twenty-four hours, seduces you with the freshness of the salty sea air.  The dinners were stunning.  Small trains, carriages with decorated horses, boats full of music created the opportunity to walk along the coast even by tax and sea routes.
 It had to be integrated quickly.  He picked up newspapers at bus stops, flipped through them and glanced at them.  He took out the notebook and the pen that he always carried in his bag thrown into his arms, he wrote without words without knowing their meaning, he wanted to learn the language as soon as possible, even though the methods he had brought helped him.
 After returning from a bus line from where he had gazed without descending the neighborhood heard of the great beauty of "Panorama", he sat down in the center of "Aristotle".  Its white bust gave the square with the same white square tiles, a special charm.  She was surprised to see for the first time a live concert of the singer who was her favorite, Antonio Remos.  People in light clothing from the heat, did not restrain themselves.  They threw flowers at the singer, sang with him, danced hand in hand and sometimes, at their peak, beautifully beat the soles of their feet, characteristic of beautiful Greek dances.
 There were tourists from many places having fun in beautiful Thessaloniki with warm climate.
 They photographed buildings, churches, monuments, the characteristic clock in the middle of a garden full of colorful pansy to the shopping center where it was sold in bulk, of all kinds of food, clothing.  There were also antique shops and a large fresh fish market.
 Traders shouted loudly as if everything was ending and in competition lowered prices from time to time.
 - Ela .... ftino psaria ... free fish ... fresco psaria ... fresh fish.
 Silvana bought from a charming boy who had his wife's son-in-law.  Everyone loved it.  A worker and a joker, he shouted: "Come on eel .... fish ... for them koricia .... and for women who want to get pregnant, for men who like cipuro ...", and such jokes that attracted clients  numerous!  She laughed when she heard him, but deep down she sometimes made him sick after having two abortions and hoping for a baby again.
 Sokoli had graduated from the branch of architecture.  He was attracted by modern buildings, ancient churches, busts, fountains, castles and castles of "Levko Pirgo" with their inscriptions.
 He worked in an archeological excavation company and hoped, starting as a simple technician, to become indispensable.  Experience would be hard to gain, but he had golden hands.  When they came close to a discovery it was assigned to implementation.
 Tiring, but he knowing the importance of even the smallest detail was careful.  He wore thin cotton T-shirts and jeans.  He was tall but with a sporty connected body.  The broad shoulders, the muscles of the arms and the bust of the chest protruding slightly forward gave him the sleek look of an attractive man.  Curls a little light chestnut behind two beautiful crowns on the head, fell freely over the wide forehead.  The eyes, as if written in green, had an inner twinkle that radiated smiles and kindness.
 - We meet after two hours in the center of "Aristotle" in the part near the coast.  You can approach the paralysis, the railings where you like.  Honey, you can go out soon ... we're going out to dinner tonight.
 He kissed Silva and teased her.
 -I got an engine fire ...
 He was worried about her.  She was wise, sensitive.  The problem with the two failures, even though he had suffered spiritually, never caught his eye, it had closed him a little.  He tried to keep it with love and humor, without falling into the lap of tired psychology.
 As soon as she heard the motorcycle leave, Silvana after a lukewarm shower started getting ready.  She wore a light green dress that fit nicely behind her body.  The exposed rounded shoulders had taken on the color of sun-tanned skin.  Slightly open in a square shape, the front showed his sleek chest, being tied in the middle with the belt in the same color around his thin waist.  He put on a shiny walnut clip to change the pattern of large wavy hair, which flowed over his shoulder.  In the dark brown to black reflex of her hair, the blue eyes with beautifully arched eyelashes and eyebrows, took on a hue that gave the magic of her beauty.
 They had the apartment simple but nicely arranged according to their taste.  Everything tilted to the color of milk.  The curtains, when opened the windows shook lightly like a white veil.  The milky furniture went with the doors and window contours in bright white.  The armchairs in sweet beige, were combined with the open beige carpet, while in the corners there were two separate circles in orange.
 He closed the door, threw the light brown bag on his arms that combined them with the sandals with a few heels.  Silvana was a little tall, elegant who stood out with her fine beauty and charm.
 She had started to miss her homeland, quarreling with her brother who was two years younger than her and who was pursuing a master's degree in medicine.  Silvana had graduated from the faculty of language and literature, was fluent in Italian and English.  He took a Greek language course twice a week, but he needed a lot of work.  He wore headphones wherever he moved because he liked the songs so much.
 She often whispered to the sea that dichotomy of thought as an immigrant.  The crash of the waves brought him to himself.
 Adaptation to emigration sometimes aroused, became stubborn and unmatched by patience.  With these thoughts surrounded by a flock of pigeons, feeding a well-kept nursing couple, he sat down on the bench.  They greeted Silvana, watching the pigeons that with their guts swallowed each other, to grab food and in this rush they were not so peaceful with each other.  Silvana with her hair seemed to take away the thought of survival that came to her mind.  Next to them was an improvised sailing ship that radiated from small light bulbs glowing in all colors.  She stood out with her beauty and every time she became the center of attention she pretended not to understand.
 Sokoli pampered her whenever she combined the toilet with the beautiful dress.  Especially for him to wear the green dress, which although a little open in the beautiful chest he liked very much.
 - You are mine ... only mine!
 He kissed her long.  A dress in this color was also worn that night on their first date.  Sitting on a bench surrounded by light like round glass globes slightly raised from the grass, they tried their first kiss.  The dim lights were refracted by the neon glow in front of them, giving the cypress branches a dreamy hue in colors of new hope.  On the right side of the branches stretched out like separate wings of a fir tree, branched out the gurgling of two castle fountains.  He hugged her tightly to her chest, moving her slowly against the wall of the castle where the green moss had taken on the color of deep jujube, and kissing her whispered: "Take me all ..." She playful with the taste of the first kiss on the cherry lips  of inflamed pink cheeks, he had said: "... I love you very much ... I too ..."
 Twilight was slowly covering the space with its dark gray texture.  Ships anchored in line near the port, turned on the lights, reflecting into the sea, the last foam of which hit the pier everywhere.  Fresh air in the taste of salt penetrated deep into his lungs.  Silvana felt his breathing ease along with the astonishment.  He heard light footsteps behind him, which stopped near him, but he did not turn his head.  The instinct of self-defense had taught him some games.  Not that he did not like admiration, and why not even those looks of men.  She was polite and respectful.  She liked it more when they admired her for the love she gave to her friends, not counting the opposite.  Not that he was naive, but he did not want to think, without knowing well from the beginning about the shortcomings of others.  She was chaste, and her soul coincided with the thought of the beautiful part, of human character.  Of course there were small disappointments that touched her, but she knew how to forgive.  There was a magic in the smiling eyes that disarmed you immediately.  He felt a fear and began to tremble.
 "Shall I lean here beside you?" He heard the sweet voice of a child.