tale 74 dream or reality? Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334 79 74

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Dream or reality? He had known her for a long time; they had gone to school together. Her in the girls’ class and him in the boys' class. They had discussed going for a little bike ride. He had to get the bikes and she had to get the delicious meals. And so, he was waiting at the secret meeting place at the edge of the forest. Impatient! Would she come? Her parents didn't like to see them meeting, mainly because he was poor. However, since they had learned that he wanted to study theology to become a priest, they had calmed down because he couldn't marry as a Catholic anyway. "But then why does he want to meet her?" - was her parents' question, and his family didn't understand it either. And when he told Marie, with the holy name, about his plans, she got a little jealous that God was more important to him than her. However, his worry was in vain, she was more punctual than the church clock. Because the latter sometimes struck 5 or 10 minutes late, sometimes not at all, depending on how drunk the priest was. "Do you want to be one of those too?" - she then asked him reproachfully. Longingly she wrapped her arms around his neck and he gently caressed her hair, which fell long over her shoulders to her hips. Yes, he loved her more than God, much deeper. However, for God he didn't have to fight ambitious parents who didn't want to marry off their daughter to a nobody. She drove ahead as if to compete. Or she couldn't wait to get into the forest, where they were spared distracting glances. Her long hair flew wildly in the wind. He wanted her like a man longs for a woman. Finally they came to a small clearing with a spring. She purposefully went to a certain place, she seemed to know it, put the blanket down, put the food and drink on it and invited him to sit next to her. The blanket was not large, perhaps deliberately, so that they had to touch each other at several body parts, almost nestled together. She made little bites and fed him, he let himself be spoiled, or taken care of, or mothered, or simply loved. He wasn't the kind of person who liked to resist. Sometimes she deliberately smeared some food around his mouth to lick it with a French kiss. These little games got wilder and wilder until they finally tore off each other's clothes to send each other to paradise. They drank from each other several times on this wonderful day. On the way back they were silent. Such an event hadn't been the first, but now it was to be the last for a while. When their settlement came into view, she stopped. She wanted to throw herself into his arms again because she knew it was the last time for a long time, or maybe forever. Then she started walking, he waited a little longer before riding back on one bike and then later on the other. Nobody should know that they had met. And that she had wanted it. When she turned around, tears stood in her eyes. Now he was crying too, like a child. What should he do? He woke up and sat on his bench in the monastery garden in the shade of the tree that he had planted 50 years earlier, and thanked God that he had let him get to know this most beautiful side of life. Some brothers came to look for him because he had not shown up for the afternoon prayer. He had a strangely satisfied smile on his face. "Probably he saw God in his glory!" - the stupid thought. But most of them knew that he had been happy again on earth. But what would have happened if he had kept dreaming? Or had he purposely suppressed this part? He was known to his brothers and sisters to be absolutely chaste and moral. Virgin Mary in male form, and wise too. Didn't anyone get the idea to think about where this ability to put himself in the mind of others had come from? Are there things you have to experience that cannot be learned from books? He had given them advice very often, reunited estranged couples. Yes, sometimes he kept dreaming of how he would have met her when he was already a clergyman and she was married, or of other minor love affairs. But not today! Today he just wanted to be happy like every other sinner. Continue with tale 75!

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