The memories

Damien left before noon in weirdly happy mood while leaving me here in not so happy mood. Yeah, it was weekend but I had left some work from the week so I wouldn´t be too bored. Although it was just some not so interesting paperwork. At least I could listen to some good music while doing that boring stuff.

I had to question my decisions again, though. It was a few years already since I took over this place, after all. But still the paperwork was uninteresting as always. Information after information. However, sometimes I remembered Arno who had not so interesting job either, I would say. Controling or managing online world? Yeah, it must have been boring in times too, for sure. Well, that probably goes for every job, I guess. Life. Who came up with this, huh?

However, the day passed quite quickly and then it was finally the evening. Another pretty lonely time in a day. I sighed and headed to the kitchen, where I opened the fridge door, which contained a few bottles of beer that reminded me to buy some food because there wasn´t much of that either. I grabbed one of them and looked around the quite dimmed kitchen counter and then the island opposite. I was looking for something to open the bottle with.

Finally, I grabbed a old lighter, that I didn´t use for anything else in the past few years, from the shelf, which eventually won access to the contents of the dark bottle. I put the lighter back in its place, where the dust was gathering on it, and then headed down the dark hallway to the garage, where I turned on the light, because even though it was after the dark night, there wasn't much light inside when the door was closed and windows eclipsed.

I went to the back of the garage to the gray tarpaulin that I had second after taken off the hoverbike that I was driving not so long ago. I used to happily speeding along not only the wide street leading to the city center. I smiled at the memory that came to me from the past which seemed like decades to me, even though it wasn't that long ago.

I sort of folded the tarpaulin and threw it on a crate nearby, whereupon I pulled the rolling stool towards me and then sat on it with my eyes fixed on the hoverbike in front of me. It was almost entirely a dark purple color, which gave it a kind of mysterious majesty. I loved dark colors, so it was understandable that my hoverbike was also colored in them. Even my helmet, which black and was lying somewhere in the closet in my room.

I was thinking for a short moment because I had no idea why I stopped riding that machine. It just happened one day. Out of nowhere. And then I almost completely forgot about it. But now I suddenly got the urge to dust off an old friend and give him back the life I gave him a few years ago when I started working in this workshop.

The owner at the time, a very pleasant guy, who is now probably living the last years of his life with his wife somewhere who know where, the hoverbike one day took to the garage while saying that his son doesn´t use it anymore and suggested that we should find out what usable parts could be made of it. However, in the end he allowed for it to be repaired if it was possible and if it was successful, I could keep it. And it worked. With the help of my current colleagues and friends, Hideaki and Chris.

Taking a deep breath, I moved closer to the hoverbike on my stool, determined to put it back in the pile. First, however, I had to find out how the machine was doing, since it had not been in operation for a long time. Well, for a few years.

After a short while, I also brought some of the tools that I needed, as I found out during the inspection. I also brought earphones so I could listen to something while working because the silence around was annoying and boring, too.

As soon as I started touching the old familiar parts of the machine again, the memories that popped up here and there in my mind all began to be dusted off. And I welcomed them quite happily. Some, to be more precise. After all, not every time in our lives was enjoyable.