KUJTIM AGALLIU CONVERSATION IN THE AIR ... A short story  

He had begun talking back before. I just randomly threw my eyes as do all clients, to kill the time and wait to come the cup of coffee. He was two tables further and we stand face to face. He was a handsome man and wore with refinement. A white shirt, trousers and shoes as well as elegant. After I looked at his portrait, I became curious to know with whom was talking this special man. Around, the tables were almost empty. I didn’t saw none before him, even in the next table. I focused on my personage did not noticed the waiter as he put on the coffee on table next to me. All my attention centred on his lips opens and closes by saying word. Even if I focused perseveringly I very few words can to catch as "let that talk, I know, I know, but it is not so, we shall see, do not worry", but I fail to understand to connect exactly what was about. Then, I held on to hand gestures. Those I find out very well, those were careful, motivated and understandable.

The man in white, with thin gold chain on his neck after receiving the Tarabosh sleeve filled with suspicious tobacco, which was nearby on the table, he began to rolls an other  cigarette to smokes, as the smoking cigarette was towards the end. He left the cigarette in the ashtray just finished and got the lighter to ignite another. I that his act I read as irritability, as a concern and sorrow, which had occupied his troubled soul. Shortly before the handsome man brought his hands before the chest, both palms opened and jiggled those a couple of times before himself as if has in opposite his invisible interlocutor. I began to peruse the significance of the movement of his hands. I forgot the coffee and it became ice cold. Now I have found to deal with that. I will read the pantomimes of his hands to understand of what he is talking and what bothers him? And I read even as I saw his hands before his chest.My reading: - Wait, wait that I have not finished yet. Where we left? Eh! I do not know what a answer get, but went further.One hand he brought forward, with the thumb leading to an indefinite point and waved a couple of times up and down.My reading: - A shit, worse than was being done. But thou have not as to understand these things. Our roads are different. – He pulled away his hand with a shadow wrath in the face. Then the left hand palm he extended forward as a warning.My reading: - I think you would distract me today. Do not judge me by appearance, but come on to read my soul more to understand. Those are the clothing of "Gabi" firm, and that's another thing to keep these clean and starched. - Then he cut the air with the palm as if to says, - We for the better hoped, but the good came for people just as your-style and not for us idealists.Then he drove one finger over the coffee cup that was emptied a long time ago.My reading: - Look, so I am able to spend. With this coffee I will jog all day. - Any movement of hands and fingers associated with the movement of the lips, but I as I said, I had it easier to read the gestures than the lips.One palm he made a half inch circle before his face and pulled it on the table. I continue to read:- Eh! what can I do with a funny pension. I neither drugs can not buy no more then. Yes, so it is ... - again him covered a shade of sadness. Again he led the index finger on a point that he only knew (probably where it was imaginary interlocutor) and waved it a couple of times:I read quickly: - I know, I know, but the children grew up and they have their lives ahead. Then, - it seemed that his finger pressed on his interlocutor chest - why we should depend to our children? Do not have worked we a lifetime to be economically independent from them? Leave, you, children to make their own lives. And they have to think about their old age not to be in struggling as we are.He raised slightly above the shoulder his hand and with open palm moved before and back.Reading: - Leave, leave, with whom I speak. Thee has spawned mule, my brother. Woe to him who have it on his back! – He took the cup of coffee and closed up to his lips, but it was cleared in time. Disappointed he put it back on the table. He watched ashamed a time roll lest any had noticed him. I pull down my eyes as if not was there. Whiles the ended cigarette burnt his fingers. He remembered the helix another cigarette. He took the  Tarabosh-sac, put the cigarette paper between his finger and filled with smoke. E rolled it skillfully and after wet sheet with saliva to ensures if it was stuck well put it in his mouth. He lit it. Now he seems like a quite normal person. Nor his lips or hands are not moving on. He was about to leave, because I saw that he carefully gathered Tarabosh - sac and put it in is pocket. He put in and lighter. Being raised, he again stretched forward his hands, led by thither where he thinks that there is his interlocutor and moved these up and down. My reading: - I do not have time to while the time away with you. Now I am going at home that there I have left the mountain of disappointments to threshold. It knew what weighs in my soul. You have never to understand me! I just saw his back to leave. Then I remembered for my coffee that now nor drink, it have a long time that was cool.Translated by author DëgjoLexo fonetikisht Fjalor - Shikoni fjalorin e detajuarDëgjoLexo fonetikisht Fjalor - Shikoni fjalorin e detajuar