1. Two Presidents or How I Came To Love Elena


    Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: StillUndecided, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Elena was a wonderful young woman when I met her, not that I could really understand much of what she was saying. Elena was a strange one, she wasn’t your typical beauty and she had a way about her, a glint in her eye that you couldn’t quite place. She was the child of a Catholic German father and a Jewish Czechoslovakian mother. They met when the Germans settled in Czechoslovakia and fell in love, much to the disgust of her parents, pregnant by a man who quickly fell out of love and chose not to stay around when he discovered the fact. Her upbringing was chaotic. Men passed into her mother’s life for short spells, none staying and leaving positive impressions, but that was what made her who she was, she was the complete opposite. --- The young woman was a little shy. She had offered her home to me when I was staying in her country, reporting on what was going on in Czechoslovakia in the change of president, oh, I was a journalist reporting for a British newspaper under a male pseudonym. Elena had offered me her spare room when I had travelled over and my accommodation plans fell through. She had seen me loitering dejectedly upon a street corner in my smartest clothes, my luggage by my side and my hair with more than a few strands going haywire. Her concerned look told me that I was not holding together as well as I had hoped in this tricky situation. “You need help?” she asked with a furrowed brow. “I have no place to sleep,” I replied, hoping she understood. I watched ...
    as she looked around to see who was near and then she thought for a moment, “Come.” She took my luggage and carried it with her, leaving me following behind her flowing blonde hair pondering where on earth I was going. We passed along a cobbled street for a few moments, with houses becoming sparser and a lot smaller as we went along, before stopping at the second house from the end, where the cobbles turned into a dirt track path. The house was tiny, a bungalow with only four small rooms, a plain wooden door and deep walls with tiny windows. She pushed the door open and we went into the surprisingly warm main room where she set my baggage down and gestured for me to sit, and I felt my feet sigh with relief. I leant against the backrest of the chair and allowed my head to rest against the wall. There was a gentle tap on my shoulder and I realised I must have drifted into a light slumber. I looked round into the brown eyes and slender nose of this person, so new to me still, as she held a small teacup in her hands, filled with delicious smelling liquid, tea! I supped from the cup, savouring the hot, sweet liquid. She seemed to know exactly how I like my tea. When I had finished (with a smile) she took my hand and showed me her dwelling, the four rooms consisted of the living room, which had a few chairs, a small table and some board games, the kitchen, which had a bath, a stove, a small door leading to a pantry, and a fireplace that was keeping the house warm, and two small ...
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