On the 8th of April the full moon came. The time of the cycle. Europe was looking at her pregnancy test.Was she pregnant or sterile?
Or was her womb full of gasses and that is why she was so flatulent all the time?
She remembered the happy days, sitting in a Kafenion in Crete.Sun, laughter, fun.And then this bully came, Tzeo of Teos or Theo, what was his name? He bullied her, teased, promised her a Continent, a life full of adventures and riches.A handsome white bully, blue eyed,his funny bullish attitude bewitched her..
She was young and stupid and she believed him.She went North with him.
Theo, Zeos, she never found what was his real name,dumped her after a week, and years passed by.She lost all.Now she was a cleaning lady in the EU Brussels head quarters. She was plump, shabby, worn out, cleaning this newborn monster bearing her name.She hated the job, dreamed Crete and the White Mountains, the smell of the Cretan bushes in flower and the taste of the Marouvas wine on the gentle slopes of Kissamos. All her ancestors, for thousands of years, drank this nectar, strong and slightly bitter and sang the song of freedom after they dug the aged barrel of marouvas out of the ground for celebrating the new born baby.
She could not go back, she was finished.She lost her youth, her spirit ,while cleaning the toilets of the Eurotower.
The food was awful, too, she was farting and farting all day.
She still hoped ,this was her last chance. It was 8th of April 2020 of the full moon cycle. She gently stuck the tester in her.
Was she? Pregnant? Sterile? Or it was all just flatulence? Or a Freudian neurotic belly balloon growing in her, farting away in the wind?
She knew the answer.
She had to go home, whatever the result.
Damn them. They never change.