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Let me tell you how I found love on the Kombinat line - Kinostudio
"I was walking home one night, exhausted from a long and tiring day at work. It was Friday. Tirana was buzzing. The other girls were reeking of perfume, while I... had to hurry to catch the last bus to Kombinat."
And even though I had only broken up with my last boyfriend two months ago, I felt ready for a change in my life. As rarely as I could, I found myself praying to the universe for a new sign, no matter how small, and I wasn't going to let the chance slip away. That would belong to tomorrow anyway, today I was looking forward to taking a seat on the bus and stretching my bones in the warm bed of my home.
However, the universe is apparently not very tolerant of possibilities and it is you who must abide by its terms. A guy approaches me, whom I saw a few seconds ago asking two other girls at the station for a lighter to light his cigarette. He says something to me that I had to repeat because Altin Sulku's "Teka Teka" was playing in my headphones (please don't judge me).
He started complimenting me on my appearance and stuff. He wasn't handsome, just a little taller than me, and although he started the conversation himself, he wasn't really into anything. However, stunned by the fact that he appeared at the exact moment I was communicating with the universe, I saw this moment as a golden opportunity.
F. was originally from Dibra, had moved to Tirana six months ago and had had his license revoked for two months because he liked to be a bad boy from time to time. He immediately asked me for Instagram and as I was typing my name on his cell phone, he asked me:
- So, how old are you?
- 24. Why? You're younger, aren't you?
- No, no. I'm 25, - said F., but the still unfilled beard on his cheeks said otherwise.
I decided to ignore every detail that would have made me cut off all contact with any guy before. There's something about public transportation and romance that goes so well together. F. spoke softly, was thin, had big, beautiful hands that he kept clasped behind his back while we talked, and a smile slept on his face.
When we were planning in my mind how to expand the house with an extra room for our third son together, the bus arrived at the station.
- Are you coming? It's the last one.
- Yes, - he answered and shook my hand. (???)
I stayed. "I don't want to hold you any longer," he said, wished me "good night" and we sat down. I AT THE BEGINNING OF THE BUS, HE AT THE END!!!
I was completely shocked and feeling super embarrassed, but I was writing to my sister about everything that happened and we laughed through tears.
When I saw him go down to the Flour Factory, I got a "ding" from Instagram:
What a fool, I didn't even realize I was so delirious, thinking it was all a sign from the universe. I immediately block them and ask my mom if she made anything good for dinner, because I was starving.
You may ask, where was the love here? Why did you seriously think I would find the father of my children in the urban area of ??the Combine? The only love that should be practiced in our public transportation is for yourself, dear reader. And take this as a lesson that: No, you are not that special and: No, life is not a movie , even though the fact that a stranger will enter into a conversation with you when the melody in your ears goes: “You my goce me teka teka, do you know that for you deka” may sound very romantic,” - written for Anabel.al by an anonymous girl.
Note: The article has been adapted by the editorial team for editorial purposes and clarity. Copyright Anabel.al / Reprinting without the permission of the editorial team is prohibited.
