What If... Page #2

And now, two days later, I feel

a little better and called to thank you

because if we hadn't met,

I could have died.

I see.

Criminals broke in my house.

They robbed me.

-Yes.

-What do you mean "yes"?

-I was fired...

-Excuse me?

An hour ago I was fired and

I can't follow a word you say,

not that I care, to tell you the truth,

because an hour ago I was told

that starting tomorrow I will be

unemployed... Which means what?

It means that I have to leave

my apartment, find a new job,

and we all know how hard that is,

cut all expenses and borrow money.

This situation makes me doubt myself

and feel inadequate and absolutely

unnecessary and helpless.

Do you understand how hard it is for me

to talk to you right now?

And surely, it's something that

we're all used to nowadays,

I am not the first, nor the last to lose

her job in Greece these days.

But I'm very good at what I do.

I am really good.

And I find it unfair that I'm deprived of

the right to do what I'm good at.

I'm an architect. Do you know how difficult

it is to do your job in this country?

Nobody builds anymore...

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

-Hello?

-Do you want to go for a cup of coffee?

-What's his name?

-Yannis.

-Have you been together long?

-A year.

-A good year?

-Look Demetris, I'm glad your dog is fine

and glad that our encounter saved you from

a dangerous situation, but I'm messed up.

As time goes on and I realie

what happened I get furious.

If last year someone told me that I would be

in this place today I wouldn't believe it.

I wouldn't have believed either that they

would break into my house like that,

nor that I would meet you. I'm only trying

to have a normal conversation, so that

you won't think how bad things are.

-Yes, but they are bad!

-Does that help in any way?

-I'll leave... I won't let them ruin me.

-Who?

-The ones running the country,

who turned it into the cesspool it is

and who are responsible for the fact

that I don't know how to react...

-You're not well with your boyfriend, huh?

-No.

-No, I'm not.

-It shows.

-Do you have a relationship?

-No. Nor do I want one.

I believe that some people are made

to have relationships others are not.

I agree.

Besides, for us guys is completely

different than you girls.

-What do you mean?

-For us men it's easier. Because of time.

-Because of time?

-Yes. Most women your age are anxious.

Marriage, kids, security.

-My age?

-Yeah. Not that you grow old.

Which you do, but I'm not referring to you

personally, but to women in general.

Women have a biological clock that

starts to tick after the age of 30.

Add the hormonal pressures, the time

constraints and the social stresses

so you give way more easily, and

in general you're a little more...

-Broken?

-Not broken. Complex...

Its natures fault, not mine.

I'm a friend of your sex.

-Oh, you...

-What?

You're sort of an... a**hole.

Too bad.

That went well...

Marisa? I'll pay you later...

-Ok, I may have sounded sort of an a**hole.

-Soft of? It doesn't start...

-Have you put it in neutral?

-You have your own opinion for women,

obviously you have issues with

your mother, like most Greek men,

you just haven't met the woman who will

show you that things are quite different.

You choose bimbos who can neither

think, nor process anything.

It's so simple, so shallow,

it's just elementary.

-Is this why you got mad and took off?

-This morning I had my life planned out.

I had a job, a relationship,

everything was normal and in order.

The last thing I need right now is

bullshit from a jerk

who has no idea about how

to hit on a woman.

It won't start!

So if I said all these things differently

you may have liked it...

This is my grandmother's antique car,

and I am driving it illegally...

Nothing seems to be going well today.

I may have liked it, maybe.

Good, tell me what can I do to convince

you to go for a drink sometime,

somewhere nice and with the promise

that I won't piss you off.

To push!

The clutch. Let go of the clutch!

Gas, step on the gas!

More gas!

More gas, step on it girl!

-What, you're leaving again?

-Shouldn't I?

Why should you?

Aren't you the one who wants to sleep

alone so you don't feel oppressed?

Yes, but its daytime.

So it's not an actual sleep-over.

-Besides, we can make an exception.

-For me?

Yeah. Is it wrong?

I just needed to stretch,

but I liked the sound of that...

-Really?

-Really.

So you tricked me.

-Is that a barrel organ?

-Yes, he passes by every morning.

Love doesn't need time,, it needs speed.

It's like running.

Reality is love's enemy.

You are trying to escape reality.

Truth is hunting you down and you run.

Running to stay ahead.

Oh, my favorites...

Thank you so much.

-Pralines...

-Pralines!

I could eat all of them now,

but I shouldn't.

I will save them for tonight,

after my boy goes to sleep.

-I brought a movie to watch if you like.

-I can't. I have to make dinner.

-What day is it?

-Wednesday.

Wednesday...

Iron, lentils. What time is it?

I have a little time before the

school bus brings him over. Some tea?

Yes.

You can't imagine how bored I am to make

dinner, then help him do his homework,

and then play with him,

by the evening he has me exhausted...

He's an awesome kid!

The other day he asked whether

his dad is coming back.

He was going to ask me sooner or later.

What was I to answer?

I am sure he understands.

He's such a bright kid.

It needs to be handled delicately.

I need to handle it smartly,

calmly and properly.

Mom?

It's me, Demetris.

He'll come back. I am sure.

Demetris is the only thing worrying me.

This boy is taking a toll on me.

He's very wild and feisty.

His teachers call every day to tell me

about the problems he causes.

I had a talk with him the other day.

He knows his father left us.

I told him again that he will come back,

but he's not stupid.

He's five years old. He understands.

I don't care though. I can handle it.

I raise him by myself anyway.

I'd really like to know

where the bastard has gone.

What kind of man abandons

his wife and child?

Maybe he's even dead... who knows?

Even if he's dead, I can't forgive him.

I had a life too, my career, and now I have

to do a hundred jobs to raise this brat.

Mom?

The only thing I want for him is not

to make my mistakes when he grows up.

Not to put his trust in any relationship

that could hurt him.

To be able to stand on his own

two feet, on his own.

He's got the power, and the ability.

He shouldn't expect anything from anybody...

Don't you agree?

Yes.

-Well, I've got to go.

-No. Stay for a while.

Sorry if I bother you with my problems.

I still have time before the boy comes.

Look, I'm reading this book...

It's so great.

The 80s we're living now is the worst

decade, the most destructive.

I've been saying it but nobody believes me.

Do you want me to read you some?

Yes.

It's a huge leap, but she's not oppressive

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