Nek večer, ko smo se vrnili iz nastopa, sva se srečala na stopnicah, jokala je. Nisem vedel, zakaj, samo objel sem jo in rahlo stisnil k sebi. Drgetala je, čeprav ni bilo mrzlo. V nekaj trenutkih se je pomirila in se nasmehnila. »What is wrong, Maria? » sem vprašal. »Nothing sirious, I am just too tired« . One evening, when we came back from the performance, we met on the stairs. She was crying. I didn't know, why. I just huged her gently. She was shaking, even it was not cold. In few moments she calmed down, she was smiling. »What is wrong, Maria? » I asked. »Nothing sirious, I am just too tired«
Kasneje mi je povedala, da je ravno takrat mož zahteval ločitev, jaz sem bil prva oseba, ki me je srečala po tem. Bila je vesela, da je srečala ravno mene, čeprav tudi sama ni še točno vedela, za kaj prav mene.
Next day, when we met again, she told me that her husband just asked her for divorce. I was first person she met after this news. She was glad that it was me there even she also didn't know exactly, why me.
Neko jutro, ko sem se vračal iz jutranje kavice pri Toniju, sem v gozdu ob cesti nabral rože, nič posebnega. Rekel sem si, da bodo za Mario kot drobna pozornost do nje. Rože sem ji dal v kuhinji, kjer je ravno pripravljala zajtrk za nas. Ko me je videla, si je obrisala roke v predpasnik, vzela rože in se nasmehnila. Ampak, groza, v njenih očeh sem opazil solzico.One morning I went to take cofee at the corner bar. Comming back, I picked up some flowers. Just to give Maria as a present as she is taking care of us. I came in front of kitchen , she saw me and came out. She took flowers, smiling. But, horrible!, I saw she was crying.
Takoj ob vrnitvi domov sem poslal email s sporočilom, da smo srečno prispeli ter z lepimi pozdravi za vse na Portugalskem.
When we came home, I sent her email telling that we came home with no problems and with best regards to everybody in Portugal.
Še isti dan sem dobil odgovor.
I got answer the sam eday
