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The sun’s rays pierced through the woods like arrows that united heaven and earth, raising a thick blanket of fog.
“Look mom, I’m walking on clouds!” the silence was suddenly cut by a sweet 6 years old girl’s voice.
“OK” the mother laughed and got her hand “but be careful not to fall!”
“Because if you do” another woman blend in “it’s a looong way ‘till down”.
They all laughed and followed the man who was pointing to another direction.
“This way, girls! We won’t find anything in here…”
“Daddy, is this good?” the little girl asked showing her father a small muddy mushroom.
“Ally, I asked you not to touch anything!” said the father and raised her in his arms after he cleaned her hands. “Neighbro, where ya` goin`? We’ll be going this way,” the man laughed at the woman who was slowly going in the opposite direction.            
“Yes, I got that, darling” the woman smiled “but… let me put it this way… I forgot to water my garden before we left” she said and kept on walking, getting further and further until she couldn’t see any one of them, just Lucky, the big black dog, who followed her. “Just leave me alone, would you??” she pushed it away trying to unbutton her pants with one hand while scouting the surroundings. “Now let’s see, you clever ass” she said to herself and decided that that tree would be the best shield. “What’s wrong with you?? Shh!   Calm down!” she tried to make the dog shut when it started barking and jumping all over the place. “Go away! Leave!! You… you… animal!” she whispered angrily to it and threw a fist of dirt to chase it off.
She was finally alone. She looked around once more and then squatted. “Can’t a woman even take a pe…” she muttered when a leaf fastened her eyes – its raw green mixed with a wet bright red.
“Blood?!...” she startled and rose immediately.
She looked around - there were more like that and all of them were guarded by a ditch, made by something that crawled.            
She quickly searched for her neighbors but she couldn’t even hear them anymore. Her first thought was of a wounded animal but something made her keep walking following the leaves. She froze. Her boot almost stepped on an index finger… luckily it was still attached to its owner. She pushed it once praying for no answer and slowly got around it to stare at the man’s body, who lain there face down.
“Wow… he looks just like Gulliver,” she thought admiring his huge square shoulders through the torn shirt. Hesitating she bent over although she actually wanted to leave.  She wasn’t in control of her body any longer so her hand begun stretching towards him. All of a sudden, the man turned face up and slowly opened his eyes. The first glimpse of light whacked him making him moan again.
“You really can’t let him here…” she kept saying to herself while easily stepping backwards.   His hand grabbed her ankle, and a weak "help me" froze her again. She watched him. How could she help him? She was no match for his almost six feet and over hundred kilos.
“OK…” she mumbled and kneeled next to him. She looked at him for a few moments without a word, and he seemed to have fallen back into fainting. She then gathered all her strength and whispered: “Can you… get up?”
Because she wasn’t using English, he couldn’t understand so he gave no answer. The question came back, this time in English. He shook shortly his head as a “no”.
“Then what am I supposed to do?” she hopeless sat near him.
“Where am I?” he asked after a while.
“Romania” she answered without thinking and then realized it was the worst answer she could’ve give so tried to change it.
“Where?...” he stopped her. “How did I got here?”
“You’re asking me?” she smiled but swallowed it instantaneously and rushed to help him up. “Can you walk?” she asked.
“I can try…” he answered. He wasn’t sure what hurt him more, his broken head, his dislocated shoulder or his stabbed leg… it didn’t really matted any more. The powerful light was still burning his eyes, but he knew this wasn’t the reason why he couldn’t find anything familiar next to him… Romania… What is Romania? Where is this Romania? How did he got here? He was scrapping his feet behind her, trying not to lean too much on the delicate arm that was guiding him. The only noise was made by the leaves breaking underneath his heavy steps. In a couple of moments, that counted like ages to him, they got to a small wooden hut; it was a hunting-lodge, nothing fancy, just one room with one bed, one chair and one table with an antique TV set on it. Somewhere behind a blue curtain a small toilet sit and a sink completed the poor picture. She was relieved when no one greeted them, then she helped him sit on the small bed.
“We’ll take you to a hospital in no time… Just let me make this phone call,” she said playing with the telephone’s keyboard. She turned her back at him when the man on the other line answered. She was speaking in her language, so he couldn’t understand a thing. He tried to follow her but the sharp pain in the back of his head forced him to cover his eyes. The boots became now the main point of observation. He tried to think of something, at anything but it was just a big gap in there. Suddenly something hanging from his wrist drew his attention. He looked at it – it was a soldier’s nametag medallion. He tried to understand the signs on it but it was impossible; rubbed his head hoping that if the pain will go away he might be able to understand those ‘hieroglyphs’ but it didn’t happen… the pain wouldn’t go away.  It was quiet again.
Although she finished her phone call long ago, the woman had no courage to react in any way. Then she noticed his clenched fist and the words came out without her permission:
“Is anything wrong?”… well yes, this was one more stupid question so of course she wouldn’t get any answer. She tried a better question and what it came out sounded like “Do you remember anything?” that made her take a deep sigh. This time his answer came quickly and short with a head shake.
“What is this?” she asked reaching towards the medallion. “John Dawson. Is that you?” she said out loud without even watching him.
“I don’t know…” he slowly replied.
“U.S. Army…” she went on, “are you in the military?”
“I don’t know…” again came his weak answer.
“You… you don’t know?” she tried to make sure she understood.
“I can’t even…” he said pointing to the letters on it letting her understand he couldn’t read it.
She would have given an answer to that but she had none, she just squeezed the phone in her hands as if smashing it would bring any good idea.
“Do you have a glass of water?” he cut the silence.
“Sure!...” she said and in a couple of movements brought a big, white mug.
He barely moistened his lips when a wheel rasp made him drop the mug.  He easily threw an eye out of the small window.
“Do we have any other way to get out of here?” he asked without taking his eyes off the window.
“Why..?” she rushed to the window just to see two armed men closing in. “Oh… that’s why…” she said for herself and helped him up. Three or four steps and they were lost behind the blue curtain.
Without the use of any words, one of the two men blew off the door making it to fly around. With their guns pointed forward entered the room – it was empty, just the mug on the floor betrayed someone’s existence in there. One of them signaled to go look behind the blue curtain – also empty. The thin door swinging in the wind made them rush outside. They tried to glimpse something behind the small fence, but the big, tall trees made it impossible.
“Any idea who were they?” the woman whispered, always looking back.
“No” he answered doing the best he could to hide his puffs and keep the little energy he had. “Where are we going?” he asked leaning on a tree.
“Over there” she said pointing to a small, cute house at the bottom of the hill. “You think you can manage?” She got no answer because he started walking already.
The village displayed in front of them with its narrow paths separating neighboring houses, with ducks and chickens crossing from side to side in search of green grass yarns, which had become increasingly rare already.  They had only two more houses to get by and reach the indicated place. She chased off some giddy birds trying to hurry up a little because she didn’t wanted to meet ‘aunty Joan’… if she met aunty Joan then the whole village would know for sure what she is or was about to do. The big, strong wooden fence made her chuckle but when she touched the door handle a voice is heard from behind. She quickly pushes him behind the gate and turns to face Aunty Joan.
“Valery what are you doing?” aunt Joan asked.
“Oh… aunty Joan” she replied with the most fake smile possible, biting her tongue for the real words not to come out. “What’s up?”
“You tell me…” aunt Joan smiled inquiring, trying to get a glimpse over the big fence.
“Hehe, aunty, if you’d only knew” Valery smiled and with a wave got lost behind the big gate too, just in time to support the man who was about to lean on a tree. “Easy there, kiddo, if you fall I won’t get you up” she made him smile and helped him climb the few steps to the door. “OK, we have the house just for ourselves for a couple of days” she said pulling the door behind them.
He looked around, it was a nice, clean house, fresh paint, new furniture… at least it looked new judging by the plastic sheets covering some of it. He looked for the closest wall to hold on but she got his arm.
“I really don’t think I have something to fit you… but I’ll look… we can’t get out there like this” Valery said while dragging him to the living room. “Oh, but first, you have to…um… clean up a little… Here!” she opened the door in front of them revealing a white and blue big bathroom. “I’ll see what I can find…” she quickly said almost throwing him inside.
The cold tile and the hot water created a comfortable contrast for his aching head. However his eyes moved for something, always alert. All he could see was the dirty water that rushed to get lost behind the square drain. Some nice colored bottles caught his eye. He reached one, tried to decipher ‘the code’ on it, but the disappointment of failure made him to noisily put it back. He closed his eyes and the reddish water easily turned into a muddy green one. A puddle! A pond full of mud that flew in all directions when a big boot landed in it. A hoot, a snap and the water turned back to its color as rushed as before to hide behind the drain.
Valery quietly shut the closet’s door, tightly hugging a pair of trousers and a white sweatshirt. She sighs easily and gets her legs walking. She stops in front of the simple wooden door, raises her hand to knock but changes her mind. She glues her ear to the door and it splits out open. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she was about to leave but her eyes got lost chasing the water drops sliding on his wide back, with each muscle group well painted, his broad shoulders and huge arms, and… she covered her eyes in shame. Quickly put down the clothes and rushes to the living room. Her face was all red, like Bashful from Snow white. She was now playing Tetris online because she once read that when someone needs to forget quickly something that one saw, one needs to play this kind of games because the brain uses the same part to imprint memories and to make the next moves on the game. After she reached level eight, his heavy footsteps are heard. Her heart started beating uncontrollable and with her last powers, she managed to win the fight against her boiling blood and stop it somewhere inside her throat. Although a little strangled, she was able to smile and ask if he was feeling any better now.
He nods.
“You said something about a first aid kit?”  he asks and sits on the armchair next to her, rolling up the pants until above the left knee.
“Sure!” she jumped up, gathering the kit. “Oh, it doesn’t look good at all” she thought out loud then ripped a big piece of cotton and stuffed it with surgical alcohol.
Aunt Joan, that busybody, somehow drew Valery parents’ permission to spy on her. She entered the garden without a single noise and checks out the surroundings – it was no one in there, so she closes in to the house. The big living room window gets her attention. She approaches it on her toes. She suddenly stops, watching disgustedly. She could see only a half of the seated man, that from time to time frowned and laid his head on the armchair’s back, and only the bottom part of a kneeled Valery. She muttered and rushed to the door when Valery got up blowing off a strand of hair from her face and he smiled easily.
“Done… Any better?” tried Valery to assure she did a good job patching up his wound.
The answer never came because violent knockings almost tore out the door.  With one look she calmed him down and got to it.
“…Aunt.. Joan…” she was able to say when her neighbor burst in.