The first thing that caught my eye
was your red shoes; in the crowd of people, wearing nothing but black and grey.
You were scratching your head in
confusion and mumbling about something to your friend. I could hear your voice speaking in a
fast track and swearing at someone I know well, maybe even better than you.
After all, I could be at least five years older than you. I was there; I
remember what happened in the spring of 2009.
And then you turned unexpectedly.
The sweat on your face showed how long you had been standing in that long line.
Waiting for someone to take you in and ask you if you had tattoos on your body
or whether or not you had been out of the country over the past six months.
But I knew none of those questions
mattered to you. You were there to give life to someone you didn’t know and
might never meet, and I was certain it didn’t matter to you who that person
was.
Maybe you had the same dream as
mine last night. Running from a man on a motorcycle with a heavy baton. The man
in my dream had no face; all I could see was a scarf around his neck). I’m
pretty sure if you’ve never dreamt of him, you have seen him in reality. Besides,
You were born after he got the ultimate power.
So would you care if the blood you
give, grants people like him a little more time? Give them something they’ve
been meaning to take away from you? Would you care; my mysterious hero?
I rolled my eyes around the narrow
waiting spot in front of the small door that has a sign reading “blood donations”. I
could hear a boy that was gasping for air behind me. He was wearing loose jeans
with a blue T-Shirt and I thought, anything he wears would look baggy on him;
he was probably thinner than me. He had one of those faces that quickly alerts
people around him. He would perhaps attract you, but I doubt that you would
find it in your heart to trust him.
He was bald at such
a young age and I find myself wanting to ask him whether he is following the
new trend or had the man in my dreams shaved his head.
He was everything a religious person
rejects, and an extremist might abolish. Do you think he cares whether he saves
one of these peoples’ lives? Or did he come here simply because he wants to be
here?
My little mysterious heroes, I didn’t
know English when I was a little girl so I wasn’t able to read about Batman and
Superman. But I know today, if Gotham had Batman, then I have you, my young
countrymen.
