Mister Greenhat – II Chapter

Good evening, my lovely friend,

Today I will share the second chapter of my small story. If you have not read the first you can do it here.

Anyway, it is not so big and I would like to hear your opinion, my dear friend.

Chapter II

“ Where are we going?” – the boy had tried to pry out following the man. They already were walking some hours in the city. Greenhat had the map in the hands, but every time, turning to one side, got lost. While stopped near one brown building and looked to the showcases, where were hanging expensive clothes.

“ Why did we come here?” – Isaac was curious. The man only smiled and opened the door. The bell rang reporting about incoming customers, because of that a seller came very fast and began to jump around Greenhat.

“ Welcome to my shop. I am a Master Knijo. How could I help You? Did you come to order a new coat, Mister? Or for a new trousers?” – he could not shut up and all time was talking. Isaac was standing behind Greenhat and only heard this seller’s name showed himself.

“ Knijo? What the strange name,” – he commented too loud paying attention to himself. The Master got frozen and after angry squinted looked to another customer.

“ Who is talking? It seems to me, or to my shop came a huge dirt ball?” – and dramatically grabbed his hair from the face again turned to older customer. “ So, what would You like, Mister?”

“ This young master needs new clothes” – the man said cheerfully. With one hand fixing his hat another put on the boy’s shoulder.

“ I am sorry, but I am not sure, if I can find in my shop something for… this” – stated the Master Knijo frowning. Greenhat thinking touched his beard and evaluating look around the shop.

“ Yes. I think, You are absolutely right. We will find another place,” – and taking the boy’s hand turned to go out, but before behind the back he had heard an overwhelmed voice: “ To my mind, I would find something for the boy. Give me a minute.” The man satisfitied sat down on the wooden chair near the mirror. Isaac stayed to stand exploring the shop. From outside it was almost destroyed, but from inside here was very clearly and esthetic. Every stuff, as the clock with cats, was so simple, but this place looked abnormally. The child already tried to touch the vase painted in hieroglyphs, but heard the angry voice: “ Do not touch. I do not want you to make it dirty.”

A little bit upset the boy pulled his hand away and looked to the mirror. Too large the coat of Greenhat covered all holes of the boy’s clothes, but being barefoot, dirty cheeks and long disorderly hair did not look beautiful.

“ Here, take this,” – said the Master Knijo giving to Isaac black trousers. Blue sweater, shoes and grey coat. At first the child looked at the Master, after asking turned to Greenhat. Saw the agreement in the man eyes he took the clothes and went to the dressing cabin., where showed the Master Knijo.Playing with his new image in front of the mirror Isaac was very happy. It was the first time he dressed the clothes like these, but his mood changed fast. The boy looked upset, because of what Greenhat asked him: “ What happened, my young wayfarer?”

“ These clothes… Are You sure I can have them?” – in the palm of his hand was pinched the edge of the coat as he would be ready to say goodbye to him at any moment. The man put his hand on the boy’s hair and said gently: “ Sure. Why are you saying so?”

“ Because I am dirty and these clothes are new,” – whispered the child lowering his head. The man again fixed his green hat and takind Isaac’s hand said.” Let’s go. We already have to do something with your hair.”

“ What is about money?” – asked The Master Knijo. Greenhat turned to him.

“ Money? I think, we already have payed,” – said. The Masted understanding nothing only blinked his eyes.

“ You did not apologize,” – explained the man showing to the standing boy.

“ For what?” – still could not understand the Master Knijo. Greenhat dressed his coat, which had given to the boy, and putting his hands in the pockets answered: “ For disrespect for your customer. Or may do You want, that everyone would know, how you behave with your guests?”

“ But he is only the boy…”

“ He is the same human as we are,” – Greenhat interrupted. The Master only looked to Isaac with anger, who covered himself behind the Greenhat’s back, and said: ” I am sorry, Mister Customer.”

The boy smiled and turned leaving this place. Greenhat only put the money on the table and without any word also left the shop.

” Thank you,” – said Isaac taking a warm Greenhat’s hand.

Everyone deserves to be happy. I hope, my friend, You liked it. And I will be waiting for Your comments. And do not hesitate to show me my English language mistakes.

With love,

Yours Rya

A long time no see

Hi, my dear friend,

Sorry, You have not hear anything from me a long time. To be honest. I was depressed. It was a shit and hard time. I have many problems now. Fucking bipolar disorder.

Now it is summer, but I am feeling so lonely.

Now I am with my brother in the restaurant, but we do not have about what to talk.

Now I am writing this post and I do not know, what I want to say to You.

But I am trying to believe bad days left me.

My dear friend, be near your friends, love your family and remember, they are the most important thing in this life.

With love,

Yours Rya

My little trip or sleeping

Hi, my dear friend,

At this moment I am a little busy and I am sorry for this. But today I only wanted to share with some moments of my travel.

It is only the beginning. If I remember well it was 7 a.m.

It is me. Already in Milan. On the way to the airport Malpensa.

Yes, I am vegan. So, my lunch looked like that. And there you can see my lovely unicorn pillow again.

My flight was at 9 p.m. Yes yes, it is amazing. I know.

And let’s sleep again.

I came back at home. It was only 1 a.m. So, I had to wait for the morning when the bus will come to take me to my city which is 4 hours from airport.

So, let’s sleep again.

It was small trip from Genoa, Italy, to Klaipėda, Lithuania. It took one day, I was very tired, but so happy being at home. It was random photos, I did not think to use them for a blog, so, they are not well. But, I hope, at least you can take fun or remember your trips. My dear friend, it would be nice to hear your stories about travels.

With love,

Yours Rya

Apathy

Hello, my dear friend,

Today is 30th of April. I am sitting in airport and waiting for my flight. Today I come back to Italy. May someone would be happy… But I feel only apathy. Yes, I have a bipolar disorder. It is normal. Today I feel nothing. I want to sit, to drink black coffee, to smoke and to do nothing. I should change my mind, but I like it. I like to feel nothing. It does not hurt. I like, when materialism does not matter for me. Life is easier. I like, when people’s words are not important for me. I can live with my own mind. Today I am without feelings. I am crying somewhere in my heart, but even this does not have meaning for me. Yes… Today I am broken.

My dear friend, it is not normal.

But it is normal for me.

My dear friend, I am not sure, why I am writing it here.

I want to remember. Or to forget? I do not know. As I have said, today I want nothing.

I do not want to eat, to sleep, to meet with people. Only to sit and to think.

About what am I thinking without feelings? About everything. Because now feelings do not disturb to me.

My dear friend, sorry for this boring post.

I hope, you are doing well.

With love,

Yours Rya

And sometimes

Hi, my dear friend,

How are you?

About what are you thinking now?

Have you ever noticed, sometimes you are thinking about absurdity?

Sometimes about meaning and importance?

About snowing in summer and raining in winter?

Sometimes about existence and apathy?

Sometimes about your faith and love?

Your individuality and dreams?

Your reality and small world closed from all?

Sometimes about sadness and loneliness?

Sometimes about games, books and movies?

Your friends and family?

Your words for people?

Your pain in the heart?

Sometimes about your problems?

Sometimes about sunny days?

My dear friend, are you thinking about your future?

About your ways and distances?

How often do you think about today?

Not about tomorrow?

Are you thinking, my friend?

With love,

Yours Rya

Coffee, sugar and art. Be drama.