Heroes

The first thing you realize when a bullet pierces  your flesh is that nothing lasts forever. And when your body hits the pavement you realize the second one. The most lasting truths are actually lies.

Small steps carried our bodies towards the cathedral, like we all had forgotten how to walk. But it wasn’t that. We had forgotten how it was to be free. We were around thirty. Young, strong men. But in that bitter cold, with the darkness hissing in our ears, we could barely stand on our feet. From time to time, we looked at each other as if trying to find a bit of comfort. Our warm, steamy breaths curled around our throats and lingered in the freezing air above our heads like hangman’s knots.

Someone’s keys were rattling inside his pockets, shattering the blistering silence that hovered around us.

Some of us kept their heads bowed. Others, on the contrary, walked as if they were the ones that were going to kill the beast. As if they were going to be the ones that would save this country.

We were neither martyrs, nor heroes. We just didn’t expect to come back home alive. As we made our way towards the city square, our eyes darted around the town with greed, as if we wanted to take with us, in the Afterworld, a small piece of the country we loved.

We stopped in front of the cathedral. It was agonizingly quiet. We just stood there for a couple of moments, our bodies shaking in the cold darkness. Then, all of a sudden, someone stepped out of the crowd. He was carrying a flag from which he had cut the party’s symbols. The devil’s symbols. He stabbed the concrete slabs with it. The flag fluttered in the strong wind.

“Come one, brothers! Let’s get rid of the cancer!”, he shouted as he turned to face us. Another one grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Are you mad? Do you want to die?”

“We’re already dead.” A third man broke through the crowd. We all looked at him. A madman’s smile cut deep into his pale face. We were all mad. “The mayor has declared martial law,” he shouted.

“We should make our voices heard”, the first one said, caressing the flag.

But nothing happened. We just stood there, in the cold bitterness of the night, staring at the cathedral. A murmur pierced the stillness:

“Wake up, Romanian, from the sleep of death, into which you have been sunk by the barbaric tyrants…”

It was an old song. A song none of us should have been singing.

And yet, slowly, the murmur grew stronger and stronger, as passion began to fill our hearts. Something much more than mere words echoed inside our chests. Our voices sent ripples across the entire town.

***

In other news, Dream City is finally available on Amazon.

You can purchase it hereif you’re from the US, and hereif you’re from the UK.

Cheers,

Cristian

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14 comments on “Heroes

  1. K. A. Brace says:

    This was written very well Cristian. It shows a new maturity in your style. Best. >KB

  2. This was beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.

  3. annelise981 says:

    That was really good! I like your writing style and tone. How long have you been writing?

  4. fasigwrites says:

    You must have experienced it. I was only 23 when my body hit the earth after being shot. A friend, whom I called a brother, picked me up and saved me. For us there was no religion only orders from superiors to follow. Thank you though it brings back the memories of that moment.

  5. jazzytower says:

    I liked it, and I too thank you for sharing it with us.

  6. Willy Nilly says:

    Well done. It captures, very well, the ordinary feel of an extraordinary circumstance.

  7. Hello, this reminded me very much of my visit to Timisoara last summer, a place I particularly wanted to see because of its significance in the revolution of 1989. There is a museum of the revolution there, and I was very taken with the flags with the holes cut in the middle of them. And I was shocked to hear that a lot of the bloodshed had occurred on the steps of the main cathedral.

  8. aishpandey says:

    Wow I think this is really classy and unique, so I am reblogging it :)

  9. sdhorajiwala says:

    Beautifully written!!

  10. Let’s take back our countries we love… Let’s all be Heroes. #Revolution

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