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III
The scrape of the key in the lock woke me up. Dog, which laid with me in
the bed while I was sleeping, moved anxiously. There was a late afternoon,
so apartment was all in shadow. After the moment I heard somebody opened
and closed the door. Then someone turned the light in hall on - as the
door to my room wasn't closed I saw posture of my brother, Peter.
Peter was seventeen, taller than I was in real life and more muscular. The
dog jumped of the bed and came to greet, then came back to me. My brother
stayed in threshold.
"Are you awake, sis?"
"M-hm. What's up?"
"Dad was worried about you. Apparently you passed out in school and he
called you, but you didn't answer. Why do you have phone if you don't use
it?" he pulled a face.
"Oh," I thought. "I think I can say something about character of our
relations, Mr. Older Brother." However it was absolutely irrational, I
found his behaviour ungrateful. I, as his older brother, always had tried
to support him.
"Probably I had a ringer off," I answered with resentment. I checked my
phone. No, I hadn't. I saw several missed calls from my father. "Well, I
slept heavily. It was a hard day..."
"In elementary school? Please," he snorted. What a jerk. "Call dad." He
turned around, but I called:
"Does mom know?"
"About what?"
"That I passed out today."
"Of course she doesn't. Don't be stupid. Call dad. Did you do anything
useful today, sis?"
"Fuck off, asshole," I snarled. He snorted again and left.
I called my father. He picked the phone up quickly.
"Hey, sunshine," he said. Sunshine?
"Hi, dad. Peter said you called me. I'm sorry, I was sleeping."
"Are you OK? When your teacher called it sounded serious..."
"I bet it did. She overreacted, as always. It was nothing."
"Nothing? You collapsed," I heard a concern in his voice.
"So? Julius Ceasar suffers on epilepsy and he conquered the Gaul," I
joked. My father chuckled. "Don't worry about me, dad."
"OK, my cruel conqueror. Watch your back, someone may grind his dagger.
Will you at least stay at home this evening?"
I sighed.
"I would love to, really, but Eve and girls are kidnapping me for some
stupid ice rank."
"Kidnapping? I thought you like these meetings."
"Yeah, sure, but I have also a home to live in..."
"I glad to hear that. OK, princess, have fun. Don't be late, please."
"Sure. I've washed all dishes," I praised myself.
"Thanks, sunshine. You're real help. Bye."
"Bye, dad."
That was strange. It all came so natural that it worried me. I was sitting
on my bed, mindlessly stroking a dog and I looked at my reflection in the
mirror. Everything seemed so real - this girl, this room, this
conversation. I was contemplating the face of Julia and guessing some
things about her life. Mom was ill as she was before - I had no doubts
when I heard how Peter mentioned her. Probably she was in the same stage
of her sickness like was yesterday, but her children were younger - she
was far more independent when I was in age of Julia and as I could say, I
was far more helpful older child than Peter was. It seemed that -
similarly like me in real life - Julia and father played in the same team,
supporting each other. But Julia was eight years younger than me and she
was a girl. In this part of growing up father was the most important man
in her life, but it would change quickly. When Julia would start dating
boys and build her first own relationships, how father would react? He was
a strong man I admired, but it was easier for a father to reconcile that
son had grown up than the daughter - the psychology proved it in times of
Freud. Surely, in this reality for his father the ongoing years would be
harder than in real life.
I wondered if these observations were purpose of this spell. Maybe boys
gained the opportunity to look at their life from different perspective?
No, I doubt it. At twelve? With nowadays sexualisation boys spent this
week at masturbation...
Finally I checked the wardrobe. Good, practical clothes, some in semi-
military fashion, like scouts usually wore, rest was rather too serious
and too mature for thirteen year old girl. Did she played the role of
adult in family to replace mother? I knew such situations before, they
were unhealthy and it took a lot of time during the therapy to fight this
toxic sense of responsibility.
"Yeah, sure," I said to myself. "You would rather want to have a wardrobe
full of pink leggings and bright tops?"
"Well, maybe," I answered myself. "For me it's only a week and she would
have a normal childhood in place of this shitty family life."
Jarema glanced at me with hope. Sure, why to stay home, if I could make
this lovely creature happy? I kneeled and hugged him. I snorted him and
kissed in nose. He licked me in answer. I smiled.
I changed clothes and put a collar on dog's neck. Staying at hall, I heard
Peter finished his phone call. However the door to his room was open and
he saw me while I was putting shoes on, he ignored me completely. I felt a
mix of anger and sadness. Damn, this girl was his younger sister and she
collapsed today. Their father had to handle work and took care for their
sick mother, so they - brother and sister - spent most time at home
together. There was no reason for isolation and so many reasons for
support each other...
"You ordered a pizza, didn't you?" I asked him just to start a
conversation.
"Yeah. There was no dinner again," he said disgusted.
"There are eggs, milk, jam, probably flour. We can make pancakes" I
proposed. Cooking was one of these activities we both liked and frequently
did together. For my surprise, he just winced.
"Yeah, sure. What am I here, a servant?"
"Certainly, you are not a master of a house, big brother" I answered. God,
he was pathetic. "Leave me one piece, OK?"
"No, why?" Peter looked really surprised. "If you want, order a pizza
yourself." He shrugged. "Or make pancakes," he added sarcastically.
I stared at him for a moment, then shook my head.
"Geez, you are hopeless," I sighed. He closed door to his room.
***
Winter was my favourite season. I loved a snow, I loved a fresh smell of
frost. I loved also this silence of frozen world. Even with these stupid
pompons on my hat I felt this special kind of proud which native could
feel in presence of foreigners - because most people are foreigners during
the winter, they are children of sun and spring or summer. I was a child
of late autumn and winter. Like the spirits of past whose presence I
experienced sometimes.
In opposite to people on the street who quickly tried to release
themselves from gust of cold wind, I was walking slowly and breathing
deeply. Because of sudden feeling I stopped next to inscription about
civil victims of Uprising in 1944. They are quite common in Warsaw. The
hundreds of inscriptions. "This place is sanctified by the blood of Poles
fighting for the freedom of their homeland." The date and number of
victims - no names. 74, 18, 138 and even 2000 killed one time.
Pacification of Wola district. Wola means "the Will" in Polish. So ironic.
I raised in the neighbourhood of these silent reminders of slaughter.
Sometimes I almost ignored them, but sometimes... Eh. I remembered that
when I discovered the Internet and I started to chat with foreigners. I
loved horror books so I found the boards about Lovecraft and Stephen King
fiction. There was a guy who told me that his school was surely haunted
because it was built in place of old Indian graveyard. I told him about
insurgent cemetery that workers found during the renovation of street
several weeks before. I told him about exhumations of victims of communist
terror, because slaughter didn't finish here in 1945. We had even a
concentration camp that didn't stop its existence, just... well, the new
guards arrived. From East. I told him that if every post-graveyard place
would be haunted, most of my city should be haunted. And sometimes I felt
it really was.
"Nice hat," someone said to me. I blinked several times and turned slowly.
It was Marta. She wore of course this long, black coat and wore a make-up
that emphasise her paleness. She squeezed one of these stupid pompons.
"So... Do you know?" I started.
"Who else would stare at this inscription than our old spooky historian?,"
she smiled with sympathy. "Just kidding. Girls didn't describe your new
look precisely. I recognized your dog. "
Jarema in fact looked rather sad.
"Yeah, I think I should go to park."
"Mind if I keep you a company?"
"As you wish."
We walked some time quietly. I tried to imagine Marta as Martin, but my
memories about her as a scout girl and patrol leader in my team made such
a vision hard to believe. She was always rather a girly girl, and now, in
this kind of goth style she looked very feminine.
"Ready for a dark story this evening?" she asked with wry smile.
"Well, I think they took care about proper introduction..." I answered
carefully. She laughed.
"Oh, they did, didn't they? I warned them it was risky, but... well, they
risked only your manhood, so they didn't care."
"What are you talking about?" I asked with fear in my voice. We were in
park already, so I let a dog off the lead. The park was dark and empty.
"Well, look... Julia, right? That's funny," she giggled. "OK, I don't want
to scare you. I don't know much about this. I've experienced this, that's
all. But I have some theories... You know, when you used to be a boy and
suddenly are a girl you think sometimes what the hell happened..." She
laughed again. Although her sympathy I always felt uncomfortable in her
company. "Sorry for this. I've wanted to talk about this with you so badly
since it'd happened to me, but I've never imagined that you would be a
girl too." She calmed herself. I waited.
"But it would be a clue if you ended like me. Stuck," she finished after
the moment of silence.
"I'm pretty sure that you will survive somehow this disappointment, if I
don't," I answered coldly.
"Yeah, I think I've handled worse things in my life."
Another deathly hush.
"Eh. You all are talking in riddles." I sighed.
"Yeah, maybe... But I wouldn't tell you much before this week is out."
"Why?"
"Because it's my only chance to confront my own observations. The rest of
group is... Geez, they are just kids and they act like they were actors in
B-class horror movie. I need someone reasonable on my side.," she looked
at me and I felt her solitude. I felt sorry for her. She had to confront
this completely alone. "And I'm somehow happy that it's you," she added
softly. We stared at each other, both embarrassed after this confession.
"Well, I have to go," she said.
"Will I see you on the ice rank?"
"Me? On the ice rank? No, thank you."
"So, that's all? Won't you introduce me? Won't you tell me anything?
Anything, please," I almost begged her. "I need to know."
She had her moment of hesitation. But unfortunately she just shook her
head.
"Sorry, Julia. You must be objective."
"Just tell me one thing. Please. One foothold."
"Eh... I wonder... How many are they?"
She left quickly. Jarema came back to me. I realized I was shivering. I
was frightened.
TBC
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