Berlin blood

The sun was already in the sky and blinding when Paul left the church. Only narrowing his eyes harder, he walked towards the hotel. He needs to do a lot and, first of all, write letters and send them to the addresses that he found in the jackets of his former enemies. He returns, sits down at the table and takes the paper. First, he will write to Laura. Paul wondered how she was. “Dear Laura, you can breathe out deeply. These days spent far away, without you, did not have any clarity in my head, and everything was as if in a fog. I thought a lot about the enemies I had to face, and now I can calmly exhale and say that everything is behind me. Yes, my battle is not over, now I need to get out of the meat grinder that is happening in Paris, and throughout France, but I think I will make it. I ask you to get ready for the trip and tell the housekeeper to give you the keys. I’ll just come in for a minute, pick you up, and we’ll hit the road right away. I have changed, a lot. One truth was revealed to my eyes, which was revealed by my friend — an already dead friend — and I am very grateful to him for it. The war is coming to an end, and I need to get out of it as quickly as possible and leave no trace of my involvement in it, although I will always remember it. The main thing is that when the purge begins, they don’t take me. I know I could have suggested going back to where we came from, but it’s even worse there now. And the main thing now is for me to disappear. I will explain everything to you after the meeting, and also as soon as I completely move away from death and understand that everything that happens in our lives is for the better. As paradoxical as it may seem, death is not always bad. Not everyone understands that when someone dies, they will come back and you will meet again, in another world and in the distant future. But that’s a completely different story. Dear Laura, I realized that our enemies do not always live next to us and die when we want them to. Sometimes, by hurting them, we hurt ourselves, but it is necessary. We humans are such strange creatures. We constantly need to suffer from something — not from love, but from friendship — we always need to add spice to our lives. If we are not dying of boredom in a paradise called “peace,” then we will definitely start a war and talk only about it, about what we create ourselves and suffer from our own entertainment. The only way. Do you know what else I realized? For more than thousands of years, people have not understood that love is the highest gift. We think we know everything about this life, but no. We don’t even understand half of it. We are like children, teenagers who always want to prove that they are better, that their speeches shine only with the truth and nothing else, that the best that humanity could invent has already been done, but for me it is not so. How can we talk about progress when we can’t solve the duvet cover problems? Why didn’t we come up with a device that would help us? Why haven’t we come up with a cure for unnecessary thoughts? We have witnessed global changes in humanity, but in order for them to happen, for people to accept and understand them, a war must break out, or something must happen. I hope that we will also witness how people will once again begin to come to simple concepts of truth and common sense, to an understanding of love and its diversity, to life in everything. Love you. Paul” Paul folds the letter and adds two more to it. He sends letters on his own behalf, holding nothing back, knowing that it will be bad for them and their reputation, but fair to them, and takes them to the post office after lunch. *** Paul goes to the station and buys a ticket. There are a lot of people at the station and everyone is in a hurry to leave France. Half of the passengers were escaped German soldiers, pretending to be French, dressed in civilian clothes. He squeezes into the far car in the corner, sits down, watches the people and catches himself thinking that we are all well-educated and mannered animals whose evolutionary development has surpassed. But nature has deprived us of some things, making us intelligent beings. In kindness. This is the payment for the brain and the life in which we now live.