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I saw her for the first time in July, 1961, when I entered the office of Area Air Traffic Control in Bratislava, Slovakia, where she worked as a telephone operator. The Office was on the first floor of the first hangar at the Bratislava-Ivanka airport. She was the about 20 years old, slender, wearing the standard blue uniform, and was holding a large black telephone in her hand. There were other people in the office, of course, but I saw only her, and she saw only me! It was the love at first sight, for my part I am sure, and I believe that on her as well.
My work was interesting and complicated, I worked in shifts, as well as everyone else, and during work there was not much time for socialising. Fortunately we lived only about a kilometer apart, and were seeking each other's company as often as possible. I soon discovered that she was expecting her second child, and divorcing her husband as well. Her husband I have never seen, apparently he was no longer living with her in their family home. A couple of time, when knocking on their door it was opened by an older gentleman, apparently her father, who gave me a strange look. Later on I understood that look to be as something given to an obnoxious and persistent visitor.
"Hormone" I actually was at the time, She only cared about me nothing. The fact I did not know what to say, I just thank the Lord, he turned and walked away. Maybe if I said who I am, that I have a serious interest in his daughter, but that I don't even have bohviekoľko money, and even where to stay ... Maybe with me screaming and field; Perhaps, however, he invited me inside and povyzvedal more. And it might be said that maybe here in the basement have one room that would revamp the housing ... Perhaps it came out. And he would have got rid of the worry of how to drive away "hormones", because that would be a concern after the honeymoon (although it would probably have been only days ago and already Vlastou would begin to poškuľovať else) fell to me, together with concern about the two stepchildren; and I'm guessing about two three of my ...
About this dozvedanie made me eager to look after our employees, both men and women: apparently it is extremely fickle, Mesalína, that her husband does not want it done just because of the fact that I've put out, etc., etc. Once out on the street to me one of the air force, known Jano n, said that with just walked in front of me and that if Vlastou I want to share it with many so let me just like that. Added to it a couple more character references and other details, and over time I have had the opportunity to know that he spoke the truth.
Regardless of all this was the woman of my dreams. I walked in front of her with one girl from the town, we are only a few months ago. Blogs by bohvieako was beautiful, even the character did not have a "statement on"; What imponovalo me was that she was with me the one mind, one interest in common knowledge.
Unlike me, and again I'm a Personality was an honor to be near her. Priatelila with everyone, without distinction between men and women, with high level as well as with those of others; neklebetila, not bad words for anyone; always be prepared to laugh and have fun about anything. Its a mental disorder (the fickleness, nymphomania?), which later led to the brink of prostitution, not during the first year or two of our relationship in many respects (if a person forgets her penchant for constant flirtovaniu). For "my" times was absolutely healthy, physically, with the exception of a novice decay between two upper middle retained; later, when I heard he was getting married should be a couple of days at the State hospital in Bratislava, but I do not know what it was. Navádzala me to start smoking cigarettes, so I challenged myself, although I have only smoked cigárka; We went along after the wild, but most it attracted cafes. Its "láskach" predomnou I knew: the last one I myself zdôveril, about one-two in front of him I've heard; her two children had about every from someone else, and I had the impression that the hearsay alone did not know by whom. When I left and headed for the incomparably richer and usadenejšieho man in (at least with me) I had little joy as well as sadness that her next to them finally managed to stick to and settle. Much later, I heard that I was being unfaithful to him..
Our love was when we wrote to each other poems: Platonic absolutely, we sang, we vláčili after the vineyards, the Woods, around the city, I'm tall, slim and athletic, she pomenšia enough with slow growing and visible belly.
Dcérenka she was born before Christmas and now we have it and named it Vlastinka, 1961. Around the birth I was somewhere off, I went back up after Christmas. I'll never forget a few occasional moments when no one was at home at the Saints and we sat in the evening in the baby's room and listened quietly odfukujúcim sleeping children.
I knew her family, only once her sister came home when I happened to be there, odkiaľsi and potriasli we have hands. The nurse gave me the same look as before their father: "turn some obskakoš ..."
We couldn't wait to see the end of her postpartum period, and we have it exactly on the day of posvätili and I think even on the hour ...
It was the woman of my dreams in all respects. In addition, it should be up to me to see the deepest interior of the aptitudes to kams to kidney, liver, and the darkest corners of the head. It was zhovorčivá, but there were times when we didn't say anything, only the clock and watched over and over, knowing what each of us thinks. About our love we never chat, just as it was in the air, as is the water we drank and we dýchali: it without a second thought. Even on our common future, we have not talked. Today, after more than fifty years of life in a different constellation, to me it seems strange, but in a way it was, we just lived from day to day, week to week.
A short while after the publication of this blog, I realized that I didn't mention about the music that we love together. It became me around it to some event – one of the many – which I described at the very end of the blog http://karol3.blog.pravda.sk/2011/04/26/17-strangely-prihody-posledna-cast/
The paradisiacal State of us lasted about until the end of 1962, for over a year and a half I've had a lot of work, and then ... the Ivanskom and also Vajnorskom airport. Again, I'm guessing in mid-1963, as well as confirmation of her divorce, showed me and I can't remember what we did back then, they said. I knew that I had to kneel down on the way there and ask her to marry me! Me, friends, associates and even speech defended her two children – and to this day, I regret that I took the nekľakol, although I know very well imagine the misery of my life following ...
Her only about a two-year ma synček did not like from the first second. I wasn't allowed to touch it, I burst into tears when he saw that I print it often in the stroller, here and there when we had a common day off to kindergarten, to walking and such. Dcérenke I liked, and she me, and when we're told in its highs and lows often walks the rare children's speech. The last time I was carrying it, and probably even saw when she was nearly three years ago.
Probably in the summer of 1963, I once came home after the night service, and around nine in the morning as soon as I fell asleep – she came. The key should be, and probably sat in my bed which is now before me aroused. We spent a wonderful day together, and in the evening, dead tired and sleepy, I odprevádzal her home. A few hundred yards from her House sent me home, and I hate to go! I'll come home and on the floor, I found something out, I think it was about leaving her purse. I started running behind her, but I didn't make it. I hate I banged on the door opened again, and the gentleman to my question answered that is not at home, and that was not, or the entire day apparently. Already stmievalo, I didn't know what so I sat down on the edge of the múrika vineyard which was opposite their house across the street. As I was dotrmácaný and sleepy I rolled over on the back and immediately fell asleep there. Given me a sort of sounds: before their house zastalo police car (no label, then had a secret police, such as the BMW brand, only a different color), stepped out of it and a sort of bold Mr. Vlasta Kissed – not quick touch cheeks as friends, but far worse! -Home and car are gone up the Hill disappeared Vlasta. I went home, there I found that it was almost midnight.
For two days we haven't seen before, and when I asked her that where she was when she told me that evening at home, and that the father of her the wallet.
It was the beginning of "minor", which nevier me here they told co-workers, friends, and there a few of which I had the honour to identify itself. For each question answered in the negative, or only with her enigmaticky povzneseným a smile. God, it was one beautiful man!!! One such enigmatické the gesture I have here in the photo. I don't know how many years, even where it is photographed here has, but the pose is typical at the time when pondering how to not respond:
The third year is already made, in two places, with nothing to me even on the ground floor in the courtyard of the apartment in Palisádoch, where he rented a room from one of the earlier baby, for an hour, for two. A few days after the last of those two hours I put into that apartment went that I'm looking for Vlastu: baba replied that from me yesterday afternoon here has not yet been! Finally, an explanation of why I got me párrazy in the Café Štefánka (only a few hundred metres from the apartment) scurrying from the table to the toilet — and didn't return. If you already have been picked up from the table what I have too wait there left, and I went home. Remember the ironic views of some of the regulars, in which it was written "silly simpleton". I didn't feel to be a simpleton! I was not jealous, just sad for me this beautiful girl slowly drifting away, not knowing where to ...
Our only disagreement is just happened at that time: I asked her that if she receives any reward for her "services". She didn't say yes either, neither, but burst into tears that no-one has offended her that much before! As far as I can judge so you pay probably does not leave. I've never had in her wallet seen more money than I thought that it would be; never wearing any jewellery or any extra clothes/shoes/stockings, or any cosmetic; Once she was wearing the new "šušťák" waterproof coat, very medern and fetching, possibly a present from her "partner" in Vienna.
After many years, I got my hands on a book of short stories, in anticipation of the Prague from E. E. Kisch, or Karel Polacek. In one of the stories was described one bachelor who is about to marry a girl. The wedding took place in a pub, and the girl stayed outside the Hall during the fun more than on the dance floor. Finally, the groom got angry, banged his glass of beer on the table, and that "from now on "you shall be no longer allowed to take your customers to the little heaven", as she was hitherto acustomed; the groom in the short story was named Charles, bride was named Vlasta ...
And once our common friend Šárika me (http://karol3.blog.pravda.sk/2014/12/27/50-sarika/) said that she found the sort of old and ugly to Austrian Vlasta (literally!) and they will get married.
Complete the end between us finally came early. It said that the wedding was Šárika me, that he is at least 30 years older from Vlasty Viedeňák, ugly and bruchatý. And soon after that I said that it is between the US end, Vlasta was, I think, in mid-1965. About the wedding, nor about her new husband not a Word. I told her that I am planning to go to Australia, and then she laughed – if something was so little possible as the road bike for a month now. I am married with a beautiful girl from our Street in 1966, with whom we had known each other since childhood; We went to Australia in 1968, this beautiful girl is with me to this day, we have four beautiful, healthy and gifted children, six grandchildren, and this year we will be celebrating a golden wedding of God will give.
On Vlaste I heard almost nothing, only the track from many years ago one woman from Raca said that blogs by me long ago died. When it was where, how, and why, did not know. I learned that she had died in January 2016, 1987 in Nuremberg to liver failure. Apparently in the last years of life was an alcoholic.
She was born 1941 in Germany (Grebestein), where her father worked for a couple of years. Her life was accompanied by accidents.
Her first husband left her after the wedding. Her younger sister tragically perished in 1969. Her parents died tragically in 1970 with his brother. Šárika, her best friend from that era, was killed tragically in 1969. John m., possible father of one of her children died tragically in 1972. Her second husband died in 1975. With her own children apparently had a pretty bad relationship, probably because they were not sure who they are their fathers (her first husband his paternity denied a lifetime).
I survived without it, some 55 years. I have a good wife, the beautiful children, grandchildren ... If, however, answered from anywhere in the world to come — I came! I gave my wife 55 years of life, I'm guessing it would forgive me if I left her. And if they speak up even from the crypt – Vlasta went I would! I'm guessing I would have it a little bit of patience – what a few months uprosil first of all means in the face of eternity, if maybe upijem to death as she was, I'm guessing I would be allowed.
I can't forgive the PostScript: If you had enough patience for all this that insomniak some read, think that I am an ass – never mind. Love the way I feel, and I understand it, is greater than, is greater than the human weakness of human bodies, is greater than the human mind!
