Mary and me, Part 1

Rendez-vous

I hope this is a short story, which will never end. It was one Tuesday morning at Helsinki Café, when Jim felt something new. Sometimes it is better not to try to explain one´s feelings afterwards, but I hope this ain´t one of those times.

Well, back to the story. Jim did not know what it was; was it the warmth of the moment, a ray of a bright light of morning sunshine or just an illusion in his head. Six months ago it would have been an angel in paradise. 18 months ago just a devil in disguise.

All the same there she was, Mary, sitting in the same room with him. To tell you the truth Jim still at this very moment does not know what his feelings for her were. Maybe that could be called one in a billion chance moment. Sorry, I apologize, that would not do her justice. But I am trying to tell you, what truly happened.

It was one of those moments, when you are kind of afraid you will break the illusion, which will probably not come true anyway. Will illusions come true sometimes? Hopes do, don't they - sometimes. Hey, hey... but this is no illusion: there she was alright. This is what
I am trying to explain to myself. I mean he was. And still is. Jim, I mean...

Excuse me, I needed a cigarette break. Oh well, it is six am. Another cup of coffee. See you next time.

Tonight at ten past twelve I went to the balcony for a cigarette. Out there I heard a nightingale sing. Another answered. It was beautiful. And I thought of you. Now I am writing this with shaking hands...

My first "poems" in English and then the story goes back where it started from

I do repeat myself quite often. As some of you know I started this blog with a Mary and me story last Spring. Originally I wrote it in fifteen chapters about 12 months ago. When I wrote it I did not have any experience in writing in English.

As I now have studied some creative writing, I shall rewrite those original fifteen chapters here. This is not because there are some new readers but because there are no readers at all.

At my writing course I was forced to write a couple of haikus as well, my first "poems" in English. To give you some examples what a stinking writer I still am, here they are.


First a tradional one:


A bird is singing.

Squirrels are playing wildly.

A dark cloud gets nearer.



Then a modern one:


Nothing much to say.

Trying to write another.

Cannot do it right.



Right after this Mary and me stories go on again...

Tournament, Part 4

I've got some news. Did not make it to finals. Predrag and I have beaten Paul in our last games against him. So now Predrag is leading with two wins, I am second with one win and one loss and Paul is the last with one win and three losses.

I got still two games more to go against Predrag. Predrag just made a brilliant move with his black ones and I shall lose quality. So practically that is over for me now. He wins the section and gets through the finals.

I got one more surprise to show with my black ones. I sacrifised a pawn in a complex situation to get advantage. Meanwhile I´ve blocked all his officers. As far as I know I shall get an easy win from it.

All in all I am very happy with the result of the tournament. I am the fourth from 65 players and I made it to the third level, which is the highest. A tough job well done. Had lots of fun too.