myself when I left you a message.”
“Was it you who left the message?” Now Laroche seemed excited.
“Yes, it was me! I have a package for you, where and when can we meet up? We must do that as soon as possible.”
“Yes, you are right, we must meet up as soon as possible. How do we do that?..” I could feel the intensity in Christopher’s voice and I could hear his frantic breathing. “Shereen, I’ll send a taxi for you and I’ll pay for your ride, is it OK with you?
“Yes.”
“Please tell me where do you live?”
I told him my address.
“OK, I’ll call the taxi then. Please don’t forget to bring the parcel.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“God, no! I’m just... It’s just very important for me as well. And Shereen...” Laroche paused for a second. “Thank you so much!”
The sincerity in his voice made me smile.
“That’s alright. You are welcome.”
“See you in a while then.”
“Yes, see you soon. Bye!”
I left the phone box and ran to my apartment.
A taxi slowed down in a suburb, opposite a long three-story building with some emaciated bushes around it. A man was already waiting on the doorstep. He had a lean body, not particularly tall, about thirty-five to forty years of age, and with brushed back straw-coloured curly hair. When Christopher approached the car and opened the passenger door I thought to myself, Aliviar - only aborigines of Alivia have got such beautiful golden curly hair, sophisticated nose and piercingly blue bright eyes.
“Hello, Shereen. I’m Christopher.” He shook my hand. “Let’s go in.”
As we went inside the Tazi disappeared around the corner. I followed Laroche stepping onto the old and chipped concrete steps. We climbed on the second floor where he unlocked the door with the number sixteen on it.
“Welcome in.”
Holding the parcel tightly, I walked into the little dark room. Christopher turned on the light and indistinctly waved his hand.
“Please, sit down wherever you find comfortable.”
I sat on the edge of a dark green sofa-bed and fleeted a glance around the room; to my surprise I noted that my "suite" was much better equipped: I had a kitchen and a fridge which were missing here. The TV screen covered in dust was not as modern as the one that I had in my apartment. The furniture consisted of an old canvas wardrobe, two shabby chairs, table and sofa which I sat on now. In the corner there was a nightstand with two drawers (the top drawer looked fairly well used) and on top of the nightstand there was an obsolete telephone.
Where did Laroche cook his meals if there wasn’t a fridge or a kitchen? Did he always eat out? His appearance and the shithole he lived in didn’t make me think that Christopher was a rich man.
Laroche hastily grabbed a pile of clothes from the chair, threw it on the floor and then sat down opposite me. His eyes were sparkling with excitement.
“So, where is it? Shereen, don’t torment me, I’ve been waiting for this for so long...”
“Before I give it to you, I’d like to know that you’ll answer some of my questions.”
Christopher tensed up and went quiet. Then he replied:
“Alright, I will answer your questions if I know the answers.”
I put the parcel on the sofa and rubbed my temples. So here is the end of my mission, in a minute Laroche will get his precious parcel and I will be free to leave Tally. I just need to find out how.
“This package was given to me by Dreams Ltd Corporation.”
“Yes, I know.”
He rubbed his palms impatiently.
They said I must deliver it to you and then I’m free to leave this place. My mission now is accomplished and I’d like to get back home as soon as possible, so could you please give me the number I can call to ask them to pick me up?”
Laroche was silent. Now his face looked like a mask and I decided to
“Was it you who left the message?” Now Laroche seemed excited.
“Yes, it was me! I have a package for you, where and when can we meet up? We must do that as soon as possible.”
“Yes, you are right, we must meet up as soon as possible. How do we do that?..” I could feel the intensity in Christopher’s voice and I could hear his frantic breathing. “Shereen, I’ll send a taxi for you and I’ll pay for your ride, is it OK with you?
“Yes.”
“Please tell me where do you live?”
I told him my address.
“OK, I’ll call the taxi then. Please don’t forget to bring the parcel.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“God, no! I’m just... It’s just very important for me as well. And Shereen...” Laroche paused for a second. “Thank you so much!”
The sincerity in his voice made me smile.
“That’s alright. You are welcome.”
“See you in a while then.”
“Yes, see you soon. Bye!”
I left the phone box and ran to my apartment.
A taxi slowed down in a suburb, opposite a long three-story building with some emaciated bushes around it. A man was already waiting on the doorstep. He had a lean body, not particularly tall, about thirty-five to forty years of age, and with brushed back straw-coloured curly hair. When Christopher approached the car and opened the passenger door I thought to myself, Aliviar - only aborigines of Alivia have got such beautiful golden curly hair, sophisticated nose and piercingly blue bright eyes.
“Hello, Shereen. I’m Christopher.” He shook my hand. “Let’s go in.”
As we went inside the Tazi disappeared around the corner. I followed Laroche stepping onto the old and chipped concrete steps. We climbed on the second floor where he unlocked the door with the number sixteen on it.
“Welcome in.”
Holding the parcel tightly, I walked into the little dark room. Christopher turned on the light and indistinctly waved his hand.
“Please, sit down wherever you find comfortable.”
I sat on the edge of a dark green sofa-bed and fleeted a glance around the room; to my surprise I noted that my "suite" was much better equipped: I had a kitchen and a fridge which were missing here. The TV screen covered in dust was not as modern as the one that I had in my apartment. The furniture consisted of an old canvas wardrobe, two shabby chairs, table and sofa which I sat on now. In the corner there was a nightstand with two drawers (the top drawer looked fairly well used) and on top of the nightstand there was an obsolete telephone.
Where did Laroche cook his meals if there wasn’t a fridge or a kitchen? Did he always eat out? His appearance and the shithole he lived in didn’t make me think that Christopher was a rich man.
Laroche hastily grabbed a pile of clothes from the chair, threw it on the floor and then sat down opposite me. His eyes were sparkling with excitement.
“So, where is it? Shereen, don’t torment me, I’ve been waiting for this for so long...”
“Before I give it to you, I’d like to know that you’ll answer some of my questions.”
Christopher tensed up and went quiet. Then he replied:
“Alright, I will answer your questions if I know the answers.”
I put the parcel on the sofa and rubbed my temples. So here is the end of my mission, in a minute Laroche will get his precious parcel and I will be free to leave Tally. I just need to find out how.
“This package was given to me by Dreams Ltd Corporation.”
“Yes, I know.”
He rubbed his palms impatiently.
They said I must deliver it to you and then I’m free to leave this place. My mission now is accomplished and I’d like to get back home as soon as possible, so could you please give me the number I can call to ask them to pick me up?”
Laroche was silent. Now his face looked like a mask and I decided to
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