“I don’t want to waste the paper if I don’t want it, what is it about?”
“God and the Lord Jesus Christ”.
Her eyes are bright blue, sparkling like the sea. After twenty minutes it is clear I have immunity to joining cults and religions, so out of pity she says she will pray for me, and so out of pity I take the leaflet, making sure I am around the corner before throwing it in a bin. On the bus I thank God that he saved me from religion and spirituality, but could he not take the fork from the devil? Or maybe I will become immune to that too?
I have been flirting with him though, smoking cigarettes just for fun, dipping my imagination into erotic no-go zones etc. But it’s just flirting, after a few weeks I empty the tobacco pouch at the side of the dried-up river path. I light a candle with the prayer to dip my imagination into its source.
Or is it supposed to be the other way around? It rained heavily today and made the river come alive, it flows from the Troodos through the city to Famagusta. I can hear it now from the balcony, and see the eucalyptus trees quivering sweetly above it. They never leave the world where there never was a devil, or a God, only life, the life we are.
