The Forever Tourist

The forever tourist He woke up at two o´clock in the morning he had to take a train to the main city at four his wife said the train didn´t run on Saturdays or Sundays he ignored that she wanted to sleep a bit longer. The main city was full of soldiers who spoke in a guttural tongue there was no place at the inn, but a porter found a sofa for him in the hall where soldiers and whores came and left during the night. Cigarette smoke and perfume was like a fog in the hall dancing to the tune of the activities in the rooms. He got up early for breakfast then borrowed a pair of skis it had been snowing in in the night still was, big heavy flakes fell silently covering the sinful life at the inn, in a blanket of forgiveness. As a high-ranking officer, he was going to a staff meeting the enemy had occupied it and shot the guards defending the castle-like building. In front of him a tall mountain he began climbing. At the top, he could see the forever and a bit more and saw a beautiful valley with lakes and palm trees. He skied down the mountain so fast he could not stop until he fell into a lake of white wine and drank a mouthful of the nectar. The high-ranking officer had found his Paradise and to hell with the war fought on the other side of the mountain.