03 Arrival Plymouth Alias

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Names have been changed and images altered to protect privacy.

A parallel, in the axis, the Railways

Destination; destined

Some three hours to shrink, we pulled in at Plymouth railway station with a first impression of a

country town far from the metropolitan London. A place till then, mute and global glossy pictures withheading scrolling through the Internet for my way; cycling from Brussels; hiring a car and cutting the

cost by three; by boat from France, as our first choice by air was cut short with the airport that had

closed. Then, from my out of way touristic region of the Ardennes, I grew to learned the break as

cumbersome as the tunnel underneath the North See, without offer of connections. With a bird's-eyeview, on the lost tail end of the English Isle's sitting dog, the land became so familiar, that I called me

daughter and said: Will you go to the South Station on your way from school and book the tickets.

Yes, that distant voice echoed to mind, and my

experience with a daughter's procrastination aftertransferring enough cash for the three of us. That

Doggy in her on the scent of habit, till talking out of

her fears as I had done without realizing it was a traitof her soul neither she was aware off at force of living

with it. The flow of constraint hurts too many bends

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in the pipeline, which hasn't stopped since the invitation came a year earlier to the wedding.

Stepping out of the station, and the blind wall of a building in my face, I had imagined to have sight onthe ferry, and answered a call from Dylan, at a moment he had sight on us, from a telepathic instinct,

asking: Where are you?

We just stepped off I said, and in a tone of voice that inspires the thought; and will find our way tothe place once I find a quiet place to open my laptop case and get the following instructions.

Here, and on

By sight I wiped down the obliterating blank wall in disbelieve, and fell onto a row vehicle tops in the

close by taxi rank, my assurance fell on where to proceed. Sought out to find out where I had landed inrelation to the ferry in view on a Google map. I glanced left to where taxis came from, to struck a bend

in the street blocking in the vista me view. I turned my head and with the pointing way launching the

next taxi on with a ride, no sooner disappeared around the corner, leaving me to stare at the clearingfrom the vista.

Not seeing my way further, my thoughts fell on Dylan. I called. As he answered, I said, Will you came

and fetch us?

I can't I'm too busy! Dylan said I imagined so, without insisting.

OK, I said. a taxi ride to the ferry, and alternatively across, and out was budget for, and at ease that it

shouldn't change much in my finances. So, I thought further, and said to the waiting girls; We haveplenty of time to spare. I stepped forward, and bend by the window of the taxi, asking; How do we

get to the middle of town?

Dylan's voice sufficed to put me at ease when lost in an oasis assuring that we were going in the right

direction. The girls overheard me, and headed off along the pointing eyes of the taxi driver and no

sooner we got the instructions that we stepped off.Around the bend, we merged with a bus route. Followed on and caught up with a little crowds walking

underneath a series of high perched road sings along the thoroughfare. While rising over the hill the

city buildings coming into view and rose marking the center. Asking our way to the shopping mall, tillconfused time and again, along in a mental bushwhacking state round about the arms a Z. We headed

through a subway and out to find our way on a ramp to a supermarket's roof parking. Closing in on the

entrance, and in needed to reinsert confidence, when a taxi pulled up at the intersection. I knocked onthe glass, the man pictured wound down his window. I inquired; Where can we get a taxi after doing

some shopping.

There is a free telephone, You just call from there! the taxi driver said. The Warthog in me, needed

that confirmation, and out looking for that phone on a stand inside. We realized that wasn't were wewould find shoes for Anase, and neither a shirt for me. At which moment a public relation woman

asked me; Can I help you?

A break from the luggage

The woman of the supermarket pointed us on, and it occurred to me that my 'Mall and their were two




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different things. Down the stairs and out in the street... I reminded myself the woman's words. By a

staircase that didn't belong in the architecture of a commercial building, and downstairs to a distantseries of glass doors onto the bright exterior. The wide passageway lies deserted in a fluorescent

brightness, with few stores scarce on customers. The girls said, Let's have a look. and stormed

through the opening in the glazed storefront. I stepped in their wake, and through the display of shoes,to call out; Sunshine! You will not find anything for you. As they went on dreaming, I gave up and

stepped outside. By a structural concrete pillar that prevented people's feet from getting into my bags,

where I did placed them. I grew impatient by my companion wearing the apron of a poster. A motherwith a buggy and two children came and left, before the girls emerged, saying; There is nothing.

I envied Victoria who had passed the best part of her young working life working as a receptionist, and

exercising at recalling names and places on the screen of her mind. She headed across the traffic lights,

when I was lost at the doorway we had left moments before stepping into the street. People populatedthe pedestrian street that headed straight and wide on, and out to find a more permanent place to lay my

bags down. When Victoria said, Come let have something. In my categoric reply, her eyes widened

with surprise, not familiar with the No, I repeated a few times, which I justified by a drop or, two that

came down from the sky. I said; It's about to rain, and I don't feel like moving off again. until,Victoria said, Just for a cigarette.

That's just why. A cigarette and were off again No, I said by the strength of need to let the girls do

their shopping, while I imagined seated surrounded by our luggages and dwelling into meditation.Anase and me, we headed off for the distant glazed portal on the rise. After a spreading square

distancing building facades, we walked a way to entered by offside glazed doors and stepped into a

unknown world.

Let's get a coffee shop, I said.

There, Anase said.

No. Not on a terrace, I said. A replied that made me wonder, to realize no sooner off, and walking on,that been exposed to the open air, left me too vulnerable to the roaming traffic of shoppers and refusing

to sit with Anase at kitchen tables cheap area She was smart, leaving me envious of her young brain

tackling an array of things at the same time, when I was left with processing only one, and at that, stillwith a dissipating concentration. I presumed Starbugs as Anase directed me through the mall, and by

the narrow and vacant gap by the glazed wall with the escalator to the upper deck. Slipped in at the

wide opening. With pointing fingers I asked a public relation woman at talking distance; Can we havea place to sit and comfortable for a few hours. No sooner she withdrew from our line of view that we

headed for one of the few vacant tables apart from the far distance curtain wall up on a sidewalk

apron onto the street.

On the spot, as I was about to sitting down, I picked a ten pound from my belt-bag and handed it over

to Anase standing by, willing to fetch us a drink. She returned after queuing up at the one end of thecounter behind a few customers. Changed to a run-off counters in the distance, to receive the goods and

return. She sat down to down facing me, reluctant to hear. I insisted; Go and find your mother.

pleading tone; 'She's your mother!' No sooner her coffee mug empty, she was up again, reluctant. I saidit all before, 'Don't let us neglect her' aware that without me around they were best of friends. Handed

her a twenty pound bill that was on the edge of bribing her along for shopping in the corner store before

the square, while it occurred that a fifty pound withdrawal at an Automatic Teller Machine dwindled




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my cash resources. There were shoe stores we passed by earlier. Have a look if there is anything for

you.

She walked off and vanished in the mall. I waited staring at the table clearing young woman in the

distance for her to approach. When she did, I asked her, Is there a plug here, for my laptop? She

squints and turns her head behind a vacant tables to a pillar the dimension of a structure in support ofthe desks that otherwise are invisible overhead, but my imagination. I picked up our luggage, andreserved myself a place to sit for a long time to come.

Shoes, and feeling dressed

When Anase reappeared through long strides rush up to me, she surprised me with a curt sentence;

Can we have your Bank-Card!

Listen; I said, breaking in. ...Will you

go and get me an English plugconverter?

I presumed Victoria at the terrace tables

where we left her earlier, and imagined

myself twiddling thumbs, while hermother was sitting at a terrace table, not

hard at imagining her drinking and

smoking caused for breaking in each of

Anase's sentence Mummy iswaiting, Sybille insisted. So did it was

on her way. She bought the shoes she

is waiting at the cashier. Got her tolisten as she wasn't getting away. I

repeated; It's on your way Will you

get an English converter.

Each reply dwindled her impatientrequest for the bank card till she said;

Yes, At last, she accepted to follow the

course laid out by the table clearingwoman where I directed her to the store on the corner of the square, without presumption she had

done some shopping earlier, and picked from the belt-bag that contained all my documents the card that

I handed over.

Calmed down from the momentum her mother had put her into, she stepped off letting me sit idle with

'Kafky,' my laptop desperate in need of juice, from which I intended to use Skype to call aroundEngland.

I didn't see myself steeping over and getting out my enclave, marked by the table and chairs, and the

piles of luggage on my left and the charger cable on my right. When Anase surprised me by an early




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return. She placed the paper bag on the table that she opened. She insisting that I looked at the shoes,

while returning my card and saying; The card didn't work. Rushed off again. While I was adding upthe twenty-two pounds as an mental IOU to Victoria.

Victoria came to stand in the spot that Anase left vacant. Moved on, and pilled her bags on top of ours

to returned and in a moment of inactivity,thoughtless Victoria repeated; I have to give something. Shemoved on to picking up her bag. Bend, and in a turn around, a phone jumped and skidded along thetiled floor.

Two women from the adjacent table jumped by surprise, from seeing the ghostly snatched of the phone

from between them. They were three now wondering what was going on. Everything came into place

by a gaze that exchanged to realized that the recharge cable was treaded through the grip of Victoria'sbag. No sooner they were in an exchange of excuses, laughs, and Victoria unknit the cable rushed on

her way to disappeared through the opening of the coffee shop.

The call, makes easier

When I answered Dylan's call. He said; Nathan will come and fetch you. I told the girls the goodnews, and heard Anase, from the phone that disappeared from my hands, continue and skimpy on herwords; the events that were to unroll with Dylan having switched off his phone not to be disturbed

again.

Meeting; a foreigner's dilemma

The soul of a Tiger's taste for risk in Nathan, great with the boyish courage of the Aries, roaming in an

area new to him too, he headed for the station. Whereas he contradicted the Global Positioning System

that directed him to the zone of the data entered the postal code on the menu, data that I sent by ShortMessage Service earlier over to Dylan's phone. I called a while later, and far from mind the purpose of

coming to the shopping mall, too for a white shirt, as we were left in the lurch outside the coffee shopentrance to the Mall. Left to believe Dylan out of the reception zone.

When Victoria said; He is on the roof parking. A threesome woman in a blue uniform taking asmoke break pointed along the building. We walked along the sidewalk toward the P. When at the

entrance ramp, A pedestrian signs spelled out; 'No Pedestrians' but the nearby intersection showed

bikers. Gradually we were seeing our way around the building by pointing passersby, in desperationreturned inside by the front entrance where we borrowed on our first entry.

Redirected to the elevators, on the upper-deck from where we were seated earlier for a coffee break,

and wasting away time. Once inside the cabin, there wasn't a roof parking. following Nathan's

intentions that presumably changed from a roof parking to the first come floor. the parking levels 1 and

2 where ghosted away. Going downward from level 5, the missing first and second level miraculouslyappeared. As we stepped out on the first level, and looking for Samantha's family vehicle amongst the

dark gleaming rooftop that was supposed to surpassed the others cars. Victoria and Anase in turnedcalled out, There is Nathan.

Nathan on velvet paws walked up to us, and with a big smile, phone at hand from communicating with

us since he had pulled in. He led us back to the parked car. Once behind the wheel, he realized




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something was amiss. He sought the ticket in every dark spot, in his pockets. Than stepped out, and left

us like stranded animals inside the vehicle, while he walked out the sentinel of an Automatic Machineto the parking lot, which we had passed earlier as a reminder; 'Have you pointed your ticket and pay!'

He returned, moved around the panoramic windows, re-configuring after Dylan's instructions the GPS

and drove us off. He then explained to have gone to the station, after the GPS sent him to a passengercrossing ferry and inlet that breaks tow counties, before finding his way to the vehicle ferry.

Ferry crossing to Cornwall

'Cornwall,' ever since the invitation jingled bells in my mind, and echoed a town that after first spotting

the name on the Internet, on maps the town was never to be found again and abandoned for months mysearch to restart in a different current of my destiny. With a fresh mind, I sought the place again, never

to be found and all traces of the invitation had vanished from the social network. We were on the ferry

that had preoccupied me, with much the same intensity than drifting down a shifting river inBangladesh while holding in permanence a compass and a 1928 map down the delta region with the

Bengali Tiger forest on the left and the natives' furthermost outreach village on the right of the river

banks.

We drove off the ferry, and gradually left thetownhouse thinned out to cross the English

countryside that was marked, a first

impression on the train, the edges fencinggrazing properties. Erroneous, I had the

impression to prolong the coast line, before

the ocean appeared the gray of a skyline and

seaming polluted after the Indonesians coralocean waters branded to mind. I concentrated

on the scenic route until Nathan pointed outthe white building against the cliffs thatblended the rocky fort facing the bay, and

conceptional error to thwart of Napoleonic

battle ships.



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