Darius and Elian

Darius and Elian

"In the name of Zeus, brother... You are the king! They are killing us you must come and help" 

The heat of the Mediterranean wreaks havoc in southern Europe, to be more specific to Loutro, a small town in Crete, difficult access, calm sea, a phone that doesn't stop ringing. From the other side of the living room of a small house, sitting in his favorite chair, with black hair, black eyes, with his chin resting on the palm of his right hand, he keeps looking at the phone that didn't stop ringing, so he spent three quarters of hours, until he decided to answer, he pressed the green button, he puts the cell phone to his ear, he listens attentively, he frowns, he grunts, he ends the call, he hits the cell phone against the wall, he runs his fingers along the wall. hair, his anger is such that he punches the wall, piercing it completely, he goes into his room, fixes everything, at night as if he were fleeing from something or someone, he leaves the town under the protection of darkness and a sky without moon.

At dawn he arrives in Athens in search of an old friend, it takes him two hours to find her, she receives him with open arms, they exchange a couple of words, the woman nods her head, asks him to wait a couple of minutes, tells him left in the living room, the hostess returns with clothes, suitcase in hand, as well as a legal-sized manila envelope, showing her the way to one of the rooms in that house. The man enters the room, takes a bath, finishes washing, shaving, changes clothes, leaves the room with suitcase in hand and this time with a rectangular briefcase, he says goodbye to the woman. On the way to the airport he makes a couple of calls, he hates technology claiming that they are things of the devil and for being a creature of hell as he calls himself that is a lot to say, on more than two occasions he wanted to hit his laptop against the ground, he Armed with patience, he opened his laptop, starting to catch up on the last seventy-seven to be exact, he knew the cell phone, the television, his favorite was the radio, he hated the Internet, he knew of its existence and its use by Artemis that every I went to visit him so much, the last time was five years ago.

Eleftherios Venizelos International Airport, an intercontinental plane takes off towards the Americas, ten hours of flight later and about two in migration. He remains on hold at the Benito Juarez airport in Mexico City until the next day, transfers to his final destination, takes the opportunity to buy a cell phone so he can communicate with his brother. He decides to wait in the common room of the airport for the flight that would leave at four in the morning heading to the north of Mexico, to kill time he starts using his cell phone and trying to understand the damn technology.

At eight in the morning he lands in northern lands, gets off the plane, breathes in, smiles, bites his lower lip, runs his fingers over his lips, puts his suitcase on his shoulder, on the right the rectangular briefcase, leaves the airport, sees few people passing by.

"Hundreds of years without coming here, it feels good to breathe these air."

"At least something doesn't change, the habit of talking to himself"

"Ah! Lorenzo, my old man, how have you been? . - A man with gray hair, honey eyes, and dark skin."

"From what I see better than you boy."

"Have you seen me well yet? -Open your arms, turn on her heels-"

"Elian, the fact that you are almost five thousand years old in my eyes makes you still a simple boy."

"Four thousand five hundred and forty-five, do you forget? I was forty-five years old, I was already an old man"

"In those times, in these you are not"

"Now what am I? A teenager?"

"Since I know I'm not going to beat you, I close my mouth, come on, get in the car."

"Thank you."

They get into a modest car, a 2020 Sentra sedan, nothing out of the ordinary, Elian settles into the passenger seat, rests his forehead on the glass watching the route, Lorenzo gets in, turns on the air conditioning and starts driving, silence He takes over the place in motion, the newcomer turns on the radio, the announcer begins to speak, Elian behind him imitating the accent, he speaks a couple of times until his Spanish voice is heard like that of the locals.

_"And Darius? He was the one who called me"

"He is at work, in Hermosillo."

"Oh! Too bad for him, with this pandemic."

"Even though it doesn't affect us, it has hit us hard, like everyone else."

"Yes, I am aware"

"Eh? If you are never in important meetings, nor are you on social networks, communicating with you is quite an odyssey."

"Not for Artemis and Kadir, they have not had any problems for four hundred years."

"In a month the next meeting will be, we will be the hosts"

" I will talk to the boys so that everything can be prepared"

"Are you planning to do it here? But we are in a pandemic, we are still in a pandemic."

"It will be done here and that's it."