It was night when I woke up. He was still sleeping. The fridge in the kitchen was empty. I only found one bottle of water in it. My mouth was dry as a desert and I was very hungry. Stan also woke up and went into the little kitchen. I knew that he should marry another woman because the parents of Stan and the parents of that girl were best friends. Stan hated her but his mother and the father of the other family were from Puertorico. Stan couldn’t get free.
“I’ll find a way that I may love you. I promise.” He said.
The night, like yesterday, I didn’t sleep. I thought of him and was nervous. I believed in him, he’ll find a way. I was sure. The next day he came to see me. He was careful because he wanted to avoid somebody seeing us together. The whole week, every day the same caution but it was all in vain. All for nothing.
The phone rang and when I spoke my name in the telephone I already heard Stans nervous loud voice: “Listen he knows it.”
“Who knows what?” I ask.
“The brother of the girl I shall marry. I didn’t say anything but I’m sure he’s going to kill you. He doesn’t give anything about love. I don’t want you in danger. Go back to Germany. Do it for me…”
I couldn’t think no more. First when I heard beats on the door.
“He is it.”
“I love you. Good luck.”
”Yeah, good luck. Bye.” I droped the telephone and ran to the window. The man beat against the door and shouted while I climbed at over the walls of the hotel. I was surprised that I was still alive when I bought the ticket back to Germany. When I came to my home country I wanted to call him but I didn’t want to make him any problems with his family. So, I lived on. Every day.
This history is 15 years old now and I’m standing again in the same dirty street before the Bar where we met first. I ask the barkeeper, where I could find Stan. He says: “Sometimes, I visit him. Since 15 years he’s laying there on the old cemetery. Killed from the brother of the girl he should marry, when he wanted to follow you to Germany.
I see his grew grave with the letters: Stanley Douglas. Tears are falling from my eyes but I can’t change time. And Stan, I promise you: I’ll never forget you and maybe we will see us again on a little star in the endless universe. For eternity.