MONTREAL- REDOUNDANCY

Silvana02

Office job- eaten up by an insurance company- or nearly!

Things were getting puzzled.

2 weeks annual holidays left-

Thought of visiting my brother’s grave.

All organized and fast.

Plane took off from Heathrow directed to Montreal ‘s Pierre Eliott Trudeau.

My sister-in-law asked I  had no better friends to spend my holidays with!

Well, that’s the way it is.

Tried hard- not simple- let people go on their path.

Friendship is not drinking a couple of drinks and bla- bla- bla coming irrationally

of their mouths.

Arrived at Montreal, very good weather forecast- warm, sunny 27 degrees- rising above 30s.

It was the month of August after all! Quite normal!

 

Found my sister-in-law flat keys behind the door- she had left them there for me-

She knew I would come. (She was at work).

Perfectly impeccable semidetached houses and flats-IMPACCABLE condition.

No flaws. Surrounded by a very green area- trees.

 

I opened the door and made myself a cup of coffee, the espresso moka was

on the stove.  The kitchen had a background façade balcony.

 

My niece came in- pretty- shy- in those times- long brown extremely curly hair.

‘’Hola Tia’’!  Watching pictures of my brother on the wall.

Said to my niece: Here take it, there is a present for you, a teenager’s fragrance!

Anais Anais for teenagers’ girls.

 

My sister-in-law arrived in one hour, she asked me:’’que tal todo en Londres’’, of course,

She hugged me. Less busy, less clear- it is getting ‘’blurry’ ’the job.

Planned visits to Montreal areas with my niece-

Longueueil, area Saint Laurence river- deep- full of waves- full of expert surfers-speaking in

Quebecois French.

Not many people riding- you can get lost very easily without maps in Montreal parks!

The following days took the Underground to visit some other areas.

Visit on foot of a small French style village nearby- Montreal modern metropolitan area.

Mont Royal-Plateau Mont Royal-Notre Dame de Grace-

 

Very long conversations with my niece- boosted mainly by me-curious to know-curious to dig

into her mind.

Her teenager’s mind if it corresponded in something to mine when I was a teenager.

Talks with my sister-in-law were very short- extremely short.

Montreal’s short visit to the Mall- bought only a creamy ice cream for her- nothing else!

Waited for the bus.

Montreal ‘s air was getting thicker- heavy- warmer 33 degrees cloudy.

Invited her to an Italian restaurant one evening.

My niece- a difficult eater- very hard nutritional habits-

We ordered a simple pizza and 2 Cokes.

Talks about life after death.

Souls’ migration.

Couples’ life in Montreal.

Very high level of depression among teenagers, in particular during winter’s times.

My Talks about my niece’s deeps sleeps on holiday.

Her future studies. She hardly ever had meals with her mother or her sister.

 

Stubborn to visits my brother’s grave. Planned the visit by car- very far away.

My sister-in-law does not drive- asked a friend from her from Venezuela.

Urgel Bourgie- we could see the Atlantic Ocean while driving towards it.

Entered the very quiet cemetery.

All green- all grass.

Very distant graves one from the other.

Arrived.

My sister-in-law walked away with her friend to visit other graves.

I put  myself infront of my brothers' grave – I was wearing a beige short summer dress,

full of brown hearts.

Did not say no one single prayer- no need!

2 Angels on top of my brother’s grave.

Said aloud:’’ G I hope you can hear me from Heaven, I am sure you can see me’’!

Trip ended. ‘’Que te vaya bien tia, buen viaje’’!

London’s office, redundancy handed over by my in those times manager.

‘’You can see your redundancy money’’

Only 3 people in the Office at 10 in the morning.

They would shut the office down in 2 months, for good!

‘’Best wishes to you, for your professional future’’!

 

Montreal-London August 2018.

 

  • Author: Silvana02 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2024 06:21
  • Category: Family
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