"The Bar" opened in 1955.
It's been moved three times.
The man and his girlfriend often visited this bar together.
"Will you love me after a hundred years?" she said.
"Hmm....probably, if we could live for a hundred years."
"Well....50 years, is it possible?"
"I think so....Yes, I'll promise."
"Are you sure???? Then let's promise this. If for some reason we are ever sprit apart in the future,
let's meet here again in exactly 50 years, same time, same day, same place, and then I'll believe you."
"Good. It's a promise"
Since then, by a twist of fate, they sprit apart, and lost touch with each other.
Eventually, he bought this bar.
It's a good bar.
They promised to meet again at this bar, right here.
After that, he can move on with his life.
Oh my God! Did I fall asleep???
Tonight is a very important night, our promised meeting night.
Did she come here? Where is she??
I have to look for her.... I don't want to reget this night.
Sina, where are you?
We've been apart for so long...several decades.
Now, I've become the owner of a bar.
Yes, THAT bar, our special rendezvous in times past.
I remember the two promises that we made to each other.
One, we promised to go to the Olympics together in 1972.
But I lost touch with you.
You went to your father's country, and I haven't heard from you since.
Two, we said that we would keep our love for each other burning strong, forever.
Exactly 50 years ago, we promised to meet in this bar, today, and say "I love you."
Your memory, and that promise, have kept me alive all these years.
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We couldn't meet again.
Was my love for her just a foolish dream?
No, I didn't want to think about that....
A few days after, her daughter got in touch with me.
She told me what she knew of her mother's story.
I listened invently.
She told me that her mother could not fulfill her first promise to me because of the political chaos in her father's country.
Everyone was in danger, and she had to protect herself.
In any case, she thought that we would be meeting at the summer Orympics, in Sapporo, Japan.
It was a cruel misunderstanding.
And then she fell in love with a good manfrom Malta.
They had a baby, but eventually they divorced.
The last time that her daughter had seen her, she was a living out a lonely,solitaty life, with only cats to keep her company.
Being near death, she had told her daughter the story of their love and promises to each other.
[Afterwards, I bought a plane ticket to Malta, and two tickets from there to Torino.
Perhaps we could go to the Olympics there, and keep our promise after all.]
Feb 2006
At last I'm able to open the door, but nobody's there.
Could it be that she didn't come?
Is 50 years too long for our love to last?
My love was never waivered in all these years, but has it all been a pipe dream?
I don't know.
I'll have a sip of our special wine.... Cheers.
I've gotten through the door, but it's so dark and gloomy outside.
There aren't even any street lights.
But...there is a small, dim light in the distance.
Did she go there instead of my bar?
It's a small hope, but I must believe.
Ah, I see it now, it's a hair salon....
Inside the box, there is a key and a pair of rings.
The rings are carved with our initials, mine and hers.
I didn't have the chance to give them to her, 50 years ago.
I have to look for her.
Maybe she's nearby.
最終更新：2007年11月24日 01:51
