"Are you sure this train is going to the
Rome terminal?" It was when I asked to my husband riding the last
compartment of the train that was about to leave for Rome at the Leonardo da
Vinci airport, Italian.
"Mom." Suddenly, my son jumps up from
the front seat and call me. In a TV drama, we run into each other by accident,
but I never expected actually meet my son in a few months in such a distant
country.
The son, who is studying abroad for a semester
in Florence, was on his way back to school after spending the holidays in
Barcelona, Spain. My husband and I were going to meet him in Venice four days
later. Without In no time to be pleased, "Mom, I don't have any money
because I lost my wallet."
"I'll change it to Euro, so let's go to
the hotel and have lunch together." He frowned and said, "I'm tired.
I'm just going." I gave him a few hundreds of dollars and broke up at the
terminal grunting, 'You're a cold-hearted bastard.'
Four days later, my husband and I met my son in
Venice. Unlike a trip to Rome, which had to be looked around at the map, it was
comfortable to follow the directions of him. In any case, he accepted the
situation to run smoothly without bumps.
When I asked, "Isn’t this wrong?" he
pretended to be cool, saying, "Let’s not waste energy on nothing. I felt a
sense of distance when I saw the image of a different child from the image of
him at home.
As soon as we came to Florence, he hurried back
to school asking us to email if we needed him. Thinking of the countless
sorrows in red roof that close to one another attache our couple sat silent by
the window until the sun went down.
The next day, we visited Cinque Terre village,
where the seaside cliffs are more than two hours away by train from Florence.
On the way back, the train stopped for more than 40 minutes at the Pisa stop.
Suddenly people woke up saying they had to change to another train. At that
time, an Asian young man asked us, "Are you Korean?" We switched
trains at his guidance, and we sat diagonally. He sat on right front seat and
we sat on the left back seat.
The figure of him that took out a hand purse
and a belt bought for his parents, looked at it was reflection through the dark
night window. When our couple said good-bye to get off, he asked, "Where
were you going in Florence."
He said, "Florence has another stop
besides Santa Maria's." My husband and I would have wandered through the
night if he hadn't told us. We got off the station and walked with him. I saw
him standing for a while, not going as if to check whether we're going right
direction.
Throughout the trip, I was wondering if I might
see the kind young man again, but I never met him again. I left Florence after
sending an email to my son saying, ‘See you in New York, Chao.’
On the train tracks to the Rome terminal, the
dark scarlet was piercing into the eyes. The vivid scarlet stimulated me up in
the ruins like the bloodstains of Caesar, who died while sprinkling blood on
his fellow swords on the steps of the synagogue. Sadly.