The search for love (part 3)

(con’t from part 2)

The next day, we thought Salam wouldn’t return, but he did, I changed the ointment on his hands and said to him,” Alright! It won’t hurt when you bake tonight, in a few days the skin will grow back.”

Salam was quiet, he didn’t say much. As he was leaving it looked as if he had something to say, but he held it back. When he got to the door he suddenly turned around and said, “Thank you!” I felt strange at the time, but I just replied, “It’s nothing, don’t go crazy again, hurry up and go to work!”

Then he smiled at me in a weird way, my heart tightened and I thought, something just isn’t right, I have never seen Salam smile!

The morning after that, I was going to take the garbage out, and when I opened the door two policemen came towards me.

“Excuse me, are you Mrs. Quero?”

“Yes, I am,” and I thought to myself, Salam is dead.

“There is a Salam Hamidah…”

“He’s our friend,” I said calmly.

“Do you have any idea where he might have gone?”

“He what?” I asked them instead.

“Last night, he took the money from his brother’s shop that was supposed to be used for buying goods, and he took money from the bakery and ran off…”

“Oh…” I did not expect Salam to make such a choice.

“Did he say anything strange lately? Or did he mention where he was planning to go?” the police asked.

“No… if you knew Salam, you would know, he doesn’t talk much.”

After seeing the police off, I closed the door and took a nap.

At dinner, José said, “How is it possible at all for Salam to give up the desert? It’s the root of Saharawis.”

“He can’t come back here anyway… they’re looking for him everywhere.”

We sat on the rooftop after dinner, it was a windless night. José told me to turn on the light, as soon as the light was on, bugs flocked towards it. They flew round and round the light, as if the light was the only thing that could prove them alive. We looked at the bugs together.

“What are you thinking?” José asked.

“I was thinking, when moths fly towards open flames, they must be truly happy.”

– The end –

flies

原文:愛的尋求

摘自三毛《撒哈拉的故事》

第二​​天我們以為沙崙不會來了,但是他又來了,我將他的手換上藥,對他說:「好啦!今晚烤麵包不會再痛了,過幾天全部的皮都又長好了。」

沙崙很安靜,不多說話,出門時他好似有話要說,又沒有說,走到門口,他突轉過身來,說了一聲:「謝謝!」我心裡一陣奇異感覺,口裡卻回答說:「謝什麼,不要又在發瘋了,快走,去上工。」

他也怪怪的對我笑了一笑,我關上門心裡一麻,覺得很不對勁,沙崙從來不會笑的啊!

第三天早晨,我開門去倒垃圾,拉開門,迎面正好走來兩個警察。

「請問您是葛羅太太?」

「是,我是。”我心裡對自己說,沙崙終於死了。

「有一個沙崙哈米達——。」

「他是我們朋友。」我安靜的說。

「你知道他大概會去了哪裡?」

「他?」我反問他們。

「他昨夜拿了他哥哥店裡要進貨的錢,又拿了麵包店裡收來的帳,逃掉了……。」

「哦——」我沒有想到沙崙是這樣的選擇。

「他最近說過什麼比較奇怪的話,或者說過要去什麼地方嗎?」警察問我。

「沒有,你們如果認識沙崙,就知道了,沙崙是很少說話的。」

送走了警察,我關上門去睡了一覺。

「你想沙崙怎麼會捨得下這片沙漠?這是沙哈拉威人的根。」荷西在吃飯時說。

「反正他不能再回來了,到處都在找他。」

吃過飯後我們在天台上坐著,那夜沒有風,荷西叫我開燈,燈亮了,一群一群的飛蟲馬上撲過來,它們繞著光不停的打轉,好似這個光是它們活著唯一認定的東西。我們兩人看著這些小飛蟲。

「你在想什麼?」荷西說。

「我在想,飛蛾撲火時,一定是極快樂幸福的。」

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