Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Chapter Four - part one
The snow was back again when John woke up. It was sunny outside and from his 13th floor condo he could see people outside, down there like ants, all covered with synthetic clothes.
He knew it was finally time to take the winter jacket out of the closet and maybe the snow boots.
He came downstairs to check the mail: “Crap, crap, bills, more bills...”
He stopped. The letter he was waiting for was there in his hands.
He was going to finish his degree in 3 or 4 months and he applied for a research position at an European University. It would be tough to get it, but he knew he had a chance. He glanced the letter on his way back to his condo fight the urge to know what's inside... Would he get it? Well the question now was more did he got it?
It took him a lot of time to get the guts to open it and almost as much to unfold it and read it.
“Fuck it! Here goes!”
He unfolded it and started to read:
“Dear Mr. Whittaker,
We are pleased to inform you that your application was chosen to the position available at our institute.
Attached is the final standings for all the 25 selected candidates and also instructions for, in case of acceptance by you, the normal procedures.
Truly yours,
William D. Borrow”
He was thrilled, astonished, in chock. His dreams were becoming true. He was going to Europe and maybe travel the whole world doing research. All he ever wished.
He spent the next hours phoning everyone, his parents, his friends, his supervisor, and the the terrible moment of the whole day hit him like a thunder: was he going to phone Maryann?
She wasn't a friend, at least not a long time friend and they never talked about his dream, his opportunity to go to Europe. But at the same time that was the perfect excuse to phone her without seeming too glued.
Luckily he had not to make a choice. He had to be in the lab in 20 minutes, he had no time for another phone call.
He knew it was finally time to take the winter jacket out of the closet and maybe the snow boots.
He came downstairs to check the mail: “Crap, crap, bills, more bills...”
He stopped. The letter he was waiting for was there in his hands.
He was going to finish his degree in 3 or 4 months and he applied for a research position at an European University. It would be tough to get it, but he knew he had a chance. He glanced the letter on his way back to his condo fight the urge to know what's inside... Would he get it? Well the question now was more did he got it?
It took him a lot of time to get the guts to open it and almost as much to unfold it and read it.
“Fuck it! Here goes!”
He unfolded it and started to read:
“Dear Mr. Whittaker,
We are pleased to inform you that your application was chosen to the position available at our institute.
Attached is the final standings for all the 25 selected candidates and also instructions for, in case of acceptance by you, the normal procedures.
Truly yours,
William D. Borrow”
He was thrilled, astonished, in chock. His dreams were becoming true. He was going to Europe and maybe travel the whole world doing research. All he ever wished.
He spent the next hours phoning everyone, his parents, his friends, his supervisor, and the the terrible moment of the whole day hit him like a thunder: was he going to phone Maryann?
She wasn't a friend, at least not a long time friend and they never talked about his dream, his opportunity to go to Europe. But at the same time that was the perfect excuse to phone her without seeming too glued.
Luckily he had not to make a choice. He had to be in the lab in 20 minutes, he had no time for another phone call.
# posted by William Jack @ Wednesday, November 16, 2005 
