A TOUCH
Of
HAPPINESS
Juan Moisés de la Serna
Translate by Omolara Mofeoluwa Ogunwale Ogunwale
Publisher Tektime
2019
A TOUCH Of HAPPINESS
By Juan Moisés de la Serna
Translate by Omolara Mofeoluwa Ogunwale Ogunwale
© Juan Moisés de la Serna, 2019
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PREFACE
Happiness for some is a state, for others it is the way, but when love arrives, all pain is gone.
An intimate novel about people unknown to each other, with mixed feelings that converge into a common point which is LOVE.
In life there are times
When we have to decide
what we want to do
what steps to follow
Easy it might not be
the environment is hostile
but if we strife
We can make it.
Work is important
daily efforts have to
Be done, pressing on
So as to conquer.
Nothing can stop the steps
Once you have decided
To fight with all your strength
your dream has been achieved.
LOVE
Dedicated to my parents
INDEX
CHAPTER 1. FIRST DAY
CHAPTER 2. SECOND DAY
CHAPTER 3. THE ORIGIN
CHAPTER 4. TRAVEL ON THE TRAIN
CHAPTER 5. NEW CITY: FIRST DAY
CHAPTER 6. NEW CITY: SECOND DAY
CHAPTER 1. FIRST DAY
I arrived in the city, I didnt really know why I was there in the first place al-though I was sure there was something I had to do because until this point whenever I got to a place it had been for somebody to find help through me, even though this person was not aware that I had been the channel used.
I stayed in a motel in the suburbs and took the first bus line I saw to visit the streets of that unknown city. When you hear about a new place for the first ti-me, you find out information about the most significant and touristic places that can be visited, but the most important thing for me was to know the reli-gious and hospital centres, where I could develop my purpose.
With a guide in my hand, I paid attention to each street, in order to memorise which stops were interesting to me in that line, and so I did every time we dro-pped or took passengers to a destination on the map and looked for nearby bui-ldings of my interest.
I learnt that when one has little time you have to make the most use of it to fulfil your mission.
That is what I did and for that reason I looked for those places where people of faith were gathered, that made it easier for me so I didnt have to go looking for them house to house.
I got off at the last bus stop, it was really a long journey back, but before cat-ching the bus back to the motel I wanted to walk a little and meet people be-cause in spite living in a great country with its own idiosyncrasies, each city has its own style and in this one, each space has its own identity.
It was a working class neighbourhood with the tenor of the large buildings that as beehives gave shelter to thousands of neighbours. The scarce green spaces around it and the lack of equipment for leisure activities, gave a clear idea that its inhabitants were too busy in their constant daily job to be wasting their ti-me sitting in a park to read a newspaper.
I walked a little further and I noticed the vehicles, these were somehow old and in spite of their careless appearance it was because of their daily use. Cer-tainly they were used to carry entire families, leaving each person at their pla-ce of work or study centre before ending up in some parking inside the buil-dings built exclusively to serve as parking lots.
A whole tower buildings that were used daily by thousands of workers who knew that they would not find a free space to park on the street.
I continued walking, I spotted by surprised that there was hardly any dirt in the streets, this is something that I had already noticed in other cities in their wor-king class neighbourhoods. The more humble the population was, the better taken care of were their common areas, as if they knew that no one was going to come and fix what they did not take care of themselves.
I continued walking and I found a small church in the middle of an open field, it was a tiny apartment in the shadow of two big buildings. I wanted to enter, but when I got closer I saw a sign on the door announcing the business days and hours indicating that the rest of the time it remained closed.
Going downstairs the entrance of the temple, ready to start my journey back to the motel, an elderly lady who was passing by wearing a pretty jazzy flower dress, greeted me saying,
-Young man, its early for mass, two hours left still.
- Yes maam, I am new in the city and I just checked to see if it was open for a visit.
- Its been long since they opened on non ceremonial days. When I was a child, the house of the Lord was always open at any time, one could go in and pray, have a short quiet time and then continue their way, but now its different, everyone is too in a hurry to even realise that there is a church. It seems to me that even the priest is in a hurry and for that reason he does not even have time to open before his time.
I thanked her for the information and as I had found her a nice lady I cordially asked her,
- Can I give you a gift?
- I am not as old as I look, which woman would not like to be given a gift?, but I dont think I know the reason for it, she said surprised.
-I have no reason to share my day, I just want you to be happy.
-Oh, then yes.
That said, without waiting any longer, I placed my right hand on her forehead and after a few seconds, I took it back and said,
-That is it, I hope you have a nice day.
She seemed transposed, with a strange smile of happiness, like the one a girl puts on when she is in her mothers arms, it took her a while to react and by then the man had gone.
As fast as I could, in haste, but not rushing, I went back to the hairdresser whe-re I had left an important conversation with my friends, whom I had shared a a major part of my morning with. But my responsibilities to my grandson, who I had to make lunch for, had made me leave that ludic moment to go back home. When I arrived at the door of the hairdresser I opened it and as I entered I greeted everyone and one of them seeing me asked,
-Did you forget something? Well, we thought you would be cooking already.
Another added before I could answer,
-Hey, girl, why have you got a stifling? Did anyone hit on you on the way and you came back to share it with us? And everyone laughed at at the joke.
-Something way better I said, and at once everyone was in silence.
-Better than getting a compliment at our age ?, Tell us, because we are interes-ted -stated the first.
-I met a man
-Well, introduce him to me, said another, interrupting me, and they all laughed again.
- Seriously, girls, this one had a special look
- Go on baby, said the woman from behind again and they all laughed again.
-And then he touched me with his hand and I felt a heat
-Stop that girl, there are innocent people around here, you are really flushing, said the first one, cutting me off and everyone laughed again.
I was feeling very comfortable for no reason, but it seems that my happiness was spreading to others, because even though we were matured women, nor-mally that place served to discuss what we cared about, the problems of our youth, unemployment, how expensive life was
Instead, we were now laughing so nicely, not worried about any of the strug-gles we had to face daily.
I left them with the sensation of having had a good time and feeling very well, my friends in their farewell told me that when I had another day like this I should not hesitate to pass by and that if I found the man again I should ask for his phone number, as there were several single candidates willing to let themselves to be touched.
I was going down the street as if I were on top of a cloud, remembering the many witticism of my friends, laughing at the jokes they said, it was a won-derful feeling that enveloped me.
Being above fifty , I do not remember a moment as pleasant as this, despite the fact that I have lived very good ones, like the day I got married, when I had my daughter or when she had my grandson.
Maybe those three were the most outstanding, but all the good moments were those ones sharing joy with others, but now it was different, I felt happy from within and was able to participate in that happiness, as if I had a fountain with the mouth of the pipe broken in me and happiness was gushing out of me.
I got to the gate of my house , I opened an iron bar; his was a security measure that the community had had to take to prevent outsiders from getting in, or at least to make it a little bit harder.
Anyway, one day after another someone would complain about being robbed and this was a humble neighbourhood we were talking about.
The truth was that, in our houses we had the essentials to live, no kind of luxu-ry, in spite of that people would still steal what they found, the could either steal a toaster or a radio.
On my way to take the lift I came across one of those difficult-to-treat kids, a refugee as I called them, they walked through life drawing away from the rest so as not to hurt them, because they looked very tough and rude.
Normally, if it were before I would have been intimidated and let him go up alone and then take the lift when it was free, but I was feeling too good to be afraid, so when the lift came down I opened the door for him to get in. He was surprised by his reaction and the look on his face.
-Good manners are for others, I said with a smile.
The man held the door putting his hand over my head and said,
-Please, go first.
I thanked him and I entered , once both of us were in the lift, he asked me,
- Where are you going today?
-Well, Im going to see my grandson, Im sure he is already acting out because his meal is not ready yet, you already know how kids are.
-No, not yet, the man answered with a small smile
- Dont worry, you will find someone who loves you and you will see how happy you will be when you have children -I said with a broad smile.
- Do you think so? To tell the truth, I hope so, but because of my size, people tend to think that I am not easy to deal with and they almost flee from me.
That surprised me, I thought that he was the one who maintained a certain dis-tance towards others and instead he had a sociable and friendly character, wi-lling to have a conversation with anyone who would give him some minutes.
-If you would permit me some advice, you should change your way of dres-sing, I like blue or white for you -I said winking at him.
The lift got my floor, I stepped out saying goodbye to that neighbour whom I had never crossed a single word with and now seemed so nice to me. I opened the door and heard how my daughter was scolding my grandson and complai-ning about my unpunctuality.
- I am here, calm down, I will take care of everything - I said so she could know that I heard her.
-But have you seen what time is it? She reproached me nervously. Do you ha-ve any idea how late it is? If youre not going to take care of the child, just tell me, and Ill see how to drop him off at school. You know that I have to go to work and that I cannot take care of everything.
-Well, dear I got delayed a little bit with my friends, nothing else, I said in a conciliatory voice.
-Of course you are as idle as usual, but some of us have a job, she recriminated me.
- I have been thinking about looking for a job myself lately, I said thoughtfully, knowing that this could solve the delicate economic situation at home.
This remark made my daughter mute, since she expected me to apologise or start protesting about the many tasks I handled in the house which ultimately led us to engage in arguments that lasted hours.
I would reproach her for how much I had sacrificed for her when I was young so she could move forward, paying for studies that other people did not have.
While she would accuse me of being selfish, reminding me that her job paid the bills, which prevented her from attending to her child as much as she wan-ted without having the possibility of paying for someone to take care of him.
But something had changed in our argument, she had remained silent, like thoughtful, and after a while she said,
- Its okay, dont worry, Ill do something quickly and well fix it. By the way, forget that idea of working, you dont have the age nor the need, while I am in this house I dont want you to be worried about that.
That surprised me, she always recriminated me about how costly it was to keep up with all my monthly expenses and now it seemed she was apologising.
-Dont worry my daughter, I am going to change and start working in the kit-chen immediately, where is my king by the way? I asked, looking for my grandson.
My grandson saw me being playful, he hid himself hoping to scare me off suddenly, but I knew him well and knew where he used to hide, I turned around and found him crouching behind a door and I said,
- I caught you
And so he ran towards his mother, laughing. It seemed unbelievable to me, for a long time I have not had this feeling, the feeling of living again as a family. Despite the fact that we have been living under the same roof for so many years, it was not the same as this moment.
- Do you want garlic? - my daughter asked.
- Only a few, you know they dont make me feel very well, I replied while undressing.
When I returned to the dining room, the food was already served and my dau-ghter told me,
-Do you know what Ive been thinking ?, Im off this weekend, if you want, my son and I can go somewhere, and you can have the day off for whatever you want.