Red suitcase!

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 Red Suite-case

 Chapter 1 )

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Day 1:

 Slava - Is this place taken? please ? I asked the usual question.

 Nat- Never....she replies.

 Slava- Thank you.

 Silence ...........

 S— It is raining.

 N— Really? I haven't noticed.

S —Are you reading a book in the rain?

N —Yes.

 S— I understand.

 N— Are you shocked?

 S— No.

 N— Do you read, too?

S —No, I'm looking. ( searching).

N —I see.

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 She puts her book in the suitcase and leaves. 

She has two choices: 

walking in the streets and hang out for some fresh air, or going home. 

She decides to go and sit in a cafe; watching people; What is the use of watching people? It’s always nice to be on the other side of the glass, inside the warm café, It makes you feel safe...

Is it the security of being alone ....or the security of being among people?

 The lady reading under the rain, was it an obligation or it was a choice?

 - Does having a choice these days became a luxury or a right? 

And does having too many choices make life easier or more complicated?

 -Dancing in the rain, singing in the rain ... but, reading in the rain? A Provocation? À Need or… a refuge?

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 Day 2:

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 Hello.

 Hello.

 My name is Nat.

 Slava.

 It is also raining.

 Do you think it's been raining forever?

 Yes.

 Am I bothering you ?

 No.

 What about me?

 No.

 I'm hungry.

 Me too. 1

 I have bread, pickles and cheese in my suitcase. You want some ?

 Yes I want. And you, do you want some tea?

 Yes.

 I will then look for some for US.

 - Us?

 Yes, first person plural pronoun.

 Why ?

 Because it's old fashioned? do we no longer use it? It was very fashionable in my 19th life.

 Yes, my mom warned me about the pronominal mismatch.

 Your mother ?

 Yes.

 What's her name ?

 Anna.

 And yours ?

 Her name is Emma.

 She had a mat.

 Mine too.

 So now it's the JE that's all the rage.

 What does fashion mean?

 I think it is…. do like the others.

 Why ?

 To be together ; so as not to be afraid.

 The tea is good.

 Yes.

 I haven't had tea for a long time.

 You do not like ?

 Yes ... But I don't like drinking it alone.

 You're right, it's sad.

 I always had tea with my mother.

 What are you reading ?

 Jacques Prévert.

 Have you ever read his poems?

 Yes.

 What's your favorite ?

 The message.

 It has stopped raining.

 Your book isn’t wet. How do you do ?

 This is THE Secret.

 I also have a secret.

 Can you tell me?

 No. 2

 You do not trust me ?

 Yes.

 I can't say it but I can write it.

 I write it down on a piece of paper and bury it somewhere in this garden. If you find it, one day it's yours my secret.

 Why all this mystery?

 You will know.

 So, do you live in Paris?

 Yes and you ?

 I'm just passing by. We are going back to Saint Petersburg tomorrow.

 And you ? what are you doing tonight ?

 My mom works as a librarian at the George Center library

 Pompidou. After work, we'll go shopping together.

 I WANT to invite you for a drink.

 You do not even know me.

 I follow my intuition; I trust you and want to know you more.

 Either way, I'm okay with taking the risk; because someone famous once said: the biggest risk is not to take one !. And then I have never met a 5th life person before. In my 5th life, I was married .. you realize .. me married!

 More maintained?

 Of course, since the 8th, I am free.

 We can go join my mother and her friend.

 At what time ?

 7:00 p.m.?

 Perfect.

 You have a favorite place.

 I love the St Michel district.

 Then meet in front of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.

 All right, see you tonight.

 See you tonight.

 I arrive in a red jacket, him in black.

 You are beautiful.

 Thank you. Beauty is a grace, a gift and a legacy .. sometimes a curse!

 Beautiful and philosopher ..!

 The first adjective can be a grace, the second is a challenge. .

 I am enchanted by this fatal and ... infernal mixture!

 What a chance to contemplate Our Lady while drinking a beautiful cup of lemon tea.

 Hear the bells ringing.

 Do you think Quasimodo and Esmiralda are still here?

 In any case, I believe Quasimodo is still there; he is waiting.

 What is he waiting for?

 Justice.

 Look at this tramp in front of the Cathedral.

 He reminds me of someone.

 He looks familiar.

 We give him money.

 That's what he's here for.

 A lady enters with a dog; the dog is so cute. The lady sits down and orders a coffee. Suddenly the dog starts to howl very loudly pulling the leash very, very hard..he lets go of his owner and rushes outside.

 He suddenly attacks the tramp..people gather..a mob trying to save the tramp ..

 I go out and I tell him: come and see what's going on outside.

 It's incredible !

 What?

 Don't you recognize him?

 No.

 This is saddam.

 I recognize him now.

 What is he doing here.

 Ask for forgiveness.

 Whose ?

 A Quasimodo 4.

 He will never forgive him, because he stole his Esmiralda.

 It's his fault.

 No. She had no choice.

 We always have the choice!

 Chapter 2 )

 Three men in a cafe, I watch from a distance. I can't resist my curiosity, they seem to be engaged in a heated conversation;

 S: And do you think you could have done better?

 L: of course, I would have given freedom to the people.

 G: Freedom… what hope!

 L: and you, what did you do with yours?

 S: I took advantage of it.

 G: to do what.

 S: to spend the day thinking what to do with it, that's why… I was never happy.

 L: yet you had everything.

 S: It's crazy why nobody is happy. The poor complain that they don't have enough, the rich don't know what to do with their money. Is there a recipe for happiness?

 G: It's a matter of choice. As you chose to steal the girl from Quasimodo.

 S: He was nobody.

 L: According to whom?

 S: in my opinion.

 L: And who are you?

 S: I have the power, and I take advantage of it. Power is freedom

 wealth and poverty. You know Ernesto, I would have liked to be in your place, but too late ...

 G: This time you are right… because sometimes killing people becomes a grace and not a punishment… so you do good without knowing it!

 You may not know how relieved I was when I was executed ..!

 L: Didn't you have unfinished business?

 G: Yes, but it seems that it's fate, I had to go somewhere else ... complete my mission. God does things well.

 L: It has nothing to do with God!

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 Chapter - 3-

 Nat (2008): Good evening Vassily Kandinsky.

 Vassily (1918): Good evening Nat, how are you tonight?

 Nat: I'm still in this quiet, damp office; loneliness strangles me.

 Vassily: If you only knew what's going on here….

 Nat: go ahead, I'm listening to you ...

 Vassily: I don't want to ruin your evening.

 Nat: don't worry, she's already spoiled by the sight of this rat, who is playing his music, behind this wall.

 Vassily: If you insist, I'm very sad for my country..I've been back in Moscow for two years now, and it's scandalous ... you can't paint whatever you want as you want ... for the new revolution, it's harmful ...

 Nat: You look tired and frustrated.

 Vassily: You are right, because art is not a profession, it is beyond any profession.

 Nat: I love art… the other day I met a young man in the public garden, whose mother works at the George Pompidou center… we went to see her and there was an exhibition by Matisse and another on Dadaism.

 Vassily: You can send me the site file..I want to take a look ...

 Matisse is my friend.

 And say so ... what is the Goerges Pompidou center ...?

 Nat: It is a large library and a center for ancient and modern or contemporary artistic exhibitions ... named after the president of the same name, president of the French Republic in the 70s, of the previous century, that is to say , the 20th century.

 Vassily: It will be in 50 years.

 Nat: Tell him to reduce the green in his paintings a little.

 Vassily Kandinsky: I envy them, the artists of France. They are not afraid to paint. An artist in panic is not an artist.

 Nat: Slava, my friend from the garden, has a friend from Paris. I'll meet him tomorrow.

 Vassily: what is this Parisian doing?

 Nat: he's in humanitarian work. By the way ... Sister Emmanuelle has just died, what a pity!

 Vassily: she will have a long life.

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 Chapter 4:

 Slava: Shall I wake you up?

 Nat: What are you doing here?

 Slava: We have an appointment, did you forget?

 Nat: Oh .. I almost forgot ..

 Slava: I like your messy hair.

 Nat: If you like them, you must be able to describe their color.

 Slava: interesting..Let's see ... there's honey, sun, cinnamon, twin, female.

 Nat: Why am I not surprised?

 Slava: Can I do your hair?

 Nat: It's already done.

 Slava: What's the difference between a man and a woman? The hair ?

 Nat: Yeah.

 Slava: I knew it ..

 Nat: It's actually the hair and the eyes.

 Slava: What if the woman has short hair?

 Nat: It's even more feminine ...

 Slava: That's right..I never thought about that..and besides, women with cancer don't

 should never be frustrated ... everything is relative ... what's the point of being beautiful if you're not

 love ? What's the point of being ugly if you're not loved? What good is it to be loved if we

 is not happy? What's the point of having long hair if you're not alive?

 Nat: I'm very happy when you're here.

 Slava: Your aura is rainbow.

 Nat: Yours is a mirror.

 Slava: I want to invite you to a ball.

 Nat: What's the theme?

 Slava: Rainbow.

 Nat: That is to say Blue!