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Post by jaana on Jan 2, 2007 3:43:45 GMT 10
I love this story and your english is just great! Keep going!
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Post by Noora on Jan 2, 2007 4:22:37 GMT 10
This is very interesting. I love this fic, very realistic with all it's suffers and so on. And the lines in Italics are great, fab. idea. I think it's time for the 3rd karma!
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Post by kia on Jan 2, 2007 22:03:03 GMT 10
Thank you! I'm glad you're liking it. Here's next part. Hope you enjoy. DR THOMAS GOLDSTEIN’S OFFICE “I’m only a man looking for a dream, it’s not easy to be me” Superman, Five For Fighting Luka was so nervous he didn’t realize he was making his hands completely red by twisting them. In front of him the impassive and serious Dr Thomas Goldstein sat. Dr Goldstein was the new psychologist of County. People said he was a very good doctor; Luka couldn’t help but smile sadly: they could be right, but they didn’t have to begin a therapy with him. It had been a Kerry’s idea. Luka could still see how she had convinced him: *** “Luka, could I talk to you?” “Yeah, what’s the matter?” “I think we should go to somewhere private” Luka fixed his green eyes into Kerry’s blue ones. “Oh, yeah…I…let’s go to the lounge” While Kerry sat on the couch he tried to relax by drinking a cup of coffee. Cold coffee. My patients are going to be okay, I didn’t mess up with my schedule…where is the problem?“Luka?” He could feel the cold sweat running down his spine. He sat down and held tightly the cup in order to hide the trembling of his hands. I hope she doesn’t notice my nervousness.“Is there any problem? Did I do something wrong? Or maybe…” “Relax, Luka. You’re doing a great job. I was just looking at you. You are exhausted and you know you shouldn’t. Your malaria…” “What do you mean?”. He was already upset. “I mean that I’m worrying about you. I think you should talk to someone. Maybe a friend is enough. Is there anyone you could trust?” My father. But this will kill him.“I don’t know. By the way, why are you so interested?” “Luka, I’ve known you for 5 years and you’re more than a colleague by now. And I owe you one: do you remember Kim? Some years ago you listened to me and you gave me some good advices about her” “Oh yeah, you’re right…do you need an answer now?” “I don’t need the answer. Don’t worry: your job is not in danger. And whatever you’ll decide nobody will know” “Ok. Thanks Kerry. I’ll keep you informed” *** Luka shook his head. Kerry Weaver. She had perfectly understood. Luka had thought a lot about it and at the end he had decided for Dr Goldstein. But now he didn’t know what to do. The other doctor was very serious while looking at him and this made him feel very embarrassed. He was afraid Dr Goldstein would consider him completely nut. But then Thomas spoke for the first time: “Kovac, what an interesting name…” “Yours too, I guess…Goldstein, the great enemy in Orwell’s 1984” Thomas smiled: “There are few people which are able recognize it. Have you read the novel?” “It’s one of my favourite book” “Dr Kovac…” “Luka, please” “Ok. Why are you here, Luka? I don’ think you just need someone with who you can speak about literature” Luka smiled back. He liked Thomas. Though he didn’t like his questions so much. He breathed slowly and looked for an answer.
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Post by Noora on Jan 2, 2007 22:14:40 GMT 10
There's something very similar to reading a book..and I enjoy it. Are you a real writer maybe? Loved the line where Luka refered his father as the person he could talk to.. though I was surprised - he can't talk to Abby? Well anyhow, I cannot wait for the luby-parts. ^^
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Post by lubyfreaky on Jan 3, 2007 0:51:51 GMT 10
It was great!
4th Karma...
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Post by jaana on Jan 3, 2007 3:12:05 GMT 10
Great update! I liked it a lot.
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Post by steffi1986 on Jan 3, 2007 4:26:16 GMT 10
wow the updates were really great please update soon
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Post by zelda on Jan 3, 2007 8:00:36 GMT 10
Ciao, Kia! (love your name Chiara btw, is it Claire in french?) Your introduction with the 3 main characters is awesome. It's exactly like reading a book! I love it when you point out the friendship between Luka and Kerry and remind us how he was the only one to feel concerned when she had this love story with Kim Legaspi. I can't believe you haven't written anything before this!! GREAT LINES!!!!
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Post by kia on Jan 4, 2007 5:37:54 GMT 10
Ciao, Kia! (love your name Chiara btw, is it Claire in french?) Hi Zelda, you're right. Claire=Chiara Thank you all. I don't have the words to thank you properly. Your comments, they mean a lot. Btw, I know you're going to hate me, because the lack of Luby parts, but I can't change my story. the road for Luka and Abby is loong and this story is sloow. So, i hope you'll read it anyway. Kia KISANGANI, RDC “Hai il profumo dolce di ebano e di spezie. La tua voce parla di caldo e di colori”* Suad, Modena City Ramblers The sky was full of stars in the warm African night. There were neither houses nor buildings. There was only the little clinic. No streetlights; the only beautiful light coming from the moon. The light wind was making the reeds rustle and the lake ruffle. It was like a far away mermaid’s sweet singing. It was so peaceful; not even the guns were shooting. But suddenly the perfection was ruined by something. Laughter. The disturbing element was obviously human. Two people were speaking sitting on the stairs of the clinic. “So, you are from India…” “I’m not from India. Only my grandparents were…I have never been there” Kem laughed and it sounded like the crystalline sound of a little stream. Carter was feeling very light, while drinking every words she was saying. “I don’t care. I think you would be a perfect Indian princess” “Very funny. And what about you? John Truman Carter III? You are a noble, aren’t you?” “No! I’m just the heir of a big economical fortune built by my grandparents. But I don’t need their money” Carter was getting a little upset. He didn’t like speaking about his wealth. It made him feel like a winning prize. Kem sensed his uneasiness and changed subject. “Is this your first time in Congo?” “It’s the second one. And I don’t think I should be there this time…” “Why are you back, then?” He fell silent for a moment. In his mind he saw Luka, trembling wildly on the hut floor. “A friend. He needed me” “Wow, this was very nice. Have you been friends for a long time?” “No, quite the contrary…” “Why did you help him then? This is a very tiring journey and…” “He was close to me before we became friends” He thought at the tone of voice Luka had used to describe the loss of his family. “And what’s the other reason?”, Kem interrupted his thoughts. “What?” “The other reason which took you there” “I don’t believe there’s another reason…”, but he knew she was right. “I can see it in your eyes. Let me think…it is a woman, isn’t it?” He didn’t answer so she smiled: “I’m right! It’s so typical. Men, they like running away…”, she was kidding him but he didn’t mind: she was so beautiful. She made him think at an angel who was dancing among clouds. “Uff! Her name is Abby. She was my girlfriend. But now it’s late: it’s better we go to sleep…” Kem took his hand: “Very wise, Dr Carter. Promise me you’ll tell me everything about her” “Right, but not now. Good night, Kem” “Good night, John” John. Nobody called him John. * “Your scent is as sweet as ebony and spices. Your voice speaks about warm and colors.”
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Post by zelda on Jan 5, 2007 7:21:12 GMT 10
Like I posted before, I loved how you introduced each character. And hearing Carter's point of view about Luka and Abby is really interesting! We never knew his inner feelings during all the time he stayed alone in Africa. And even though he isn't a great favorite of mine, I think TPTB totally ruined his love story with Kem: it was a kinda joke! He meets her and knocks her up almost immediately! .... HOW UNREALISTIC!!! Thanks for giving us a new approach of their story!
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Post by jaana on Jan 5, 2007 18:45:39 GMT 10
Great update! And look how many karma's you have, you surely have a talent!
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Post by kia on Jan 5, 2007 22:25:52 GMT 10
As always, thank you! Here's next part. Hope you like it. I know Sam is a bit out-of-character, but...mmhh...I need her to be this way.
COUNTY COOK HOSPITAL, CHICAGO “E ho ancora la forza di dirvi che comunque la mia parte ve la posso garantire”* Ho ancora la forza, F. Guccini
When the doors opened Abby walked in a little clumsy. She looked around trying not to feel too uneasy. It felt strange to be again in that precise department in her new role; in fact she was back as med student. It was like she had just thrown away three years of her life. She had lost also her hardly earned self-confidence and that was making her feel like a zero. Jing-Mei greeted her at the admit desk: “Ok Abby, are you ready? The waiting room is already full…” “Someone help me! My baby! He can’t stop vomiting!” “Abby?” “Yeah, I’ll get it” “Call me if you need help” After few hours and after other vomit, a purulent infection, two bad cases of erythema and a very contagious cold she decided it was time to take a break. She entered the lounge and opened her locker. “Good morning Dr Lockhart!” No! Please God, not him, not him, not him! Not when I’m looking like a wreck! “Abby? Are you there?” She turned slowly hoping to find anyone but him. But she knew it was impossible: how many Croats does she work with? “Mmhh…oh…hi, Luka” “Everything ok?” “Yeah…of course” He was as fantastic as ever. Dark hair falling on his eyes, grey shirt matched with his tie, his patented grin, his low voice and his damned accent. He looked like a model ready for a fashion show. “Why are you laughing?” “Me? I’m not laughing…” “Luka” “Abby” She felt the urge to kiss him but she simply rolled her eyes. The familiarity of her action made him feel wobbly and he gave up: “Ok, ok. I don’t know how I can tell you. You look, I don’t…, terrible. It seems that a washing-machine has just finished centrifuging you” “Coming from Mr «Save this starting child» is very funny. If only had I took a picture of you after your lovely trip in Congo…” He stopped smiling and she felt very stupid. When will I learn to shut up? She was going to say something but the door burst open. “Luka! I’ve finally found you! We have a MVA and we are really in need of you!” The classical Sam. Abby shook her head. “I’m coming. I just need my lab coat”. He looked sadly at Abby: “Have a nice day”, and he just left, leaving her alone.
* “I’ve still the strength to tell you I could do my job”
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Post by jaana on Jan 6, 2007 18:45:09 GMT 10
Great update! Loved the ending.
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Post by Noora on Jan 6, 2007 23:51:31 GMT 10
Read the two present chapters and am dumbstruck by the way you describe everything! (I know, I'm repeating myself) When someone feels insecure, I feel like that too. When someone's happy, I'm happy. Amazing. Loved them.
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Post by kia on Jan 8, 2007 3:40:40 GMT 10
Thank you! Here's an update...ah, I cahnged somethig in Carter/Abby last goodbye. Hope you don't mind. CARTER “Lei gli disse: ‘Che il viaggio sia buono’, lui rispose soltanto: ‘Lo sarà’”* Qualche splendido giorno, Modena City Ramblers Carter was resting quietly while the plane was flying over the Atlantic Ocean. The trip was very long and he had some lost sleep to recuperate. The fly wasn’t very smooth but Carter didn’t mind. The sunset outside the window was spectacular and he couldn’t help but stare. The sky was divided into two parts: the lowest one was painted in all the different shades of orange and red while the highest one was dark blue, almost black. He suddenly realized he was going to miss Kem a lot. In Kisangani they had greeted each other only with a quick goodbye. They had stood silently for a while and John had strongly desired to kiss her. He knew she had wanted it too. But Carter was an adult and he didn’t believe in fairy tales anymore. He was going to go to Chicago, USA, while she was staying and living in Congo, Africa. Two different continents, an Ocean and a lot of miles between them. If only had they had more time…but this is the way life worked. The sunshine was completely gone and Carter was staring at the dark. He saw some passengers aslept, but he just couldn’t close his eyes. He had so many thoughts: Kem, Congo, little Chance (“Give Dr Luka a kiss for me, ok?”), Luka, Chicago, his parents and Abby. What should he tell her? Maybe Luka hadn’t given her his letter. He tried imagining her full of passion and love while waiting for him but he couldn’t picture her. He thought at their last goodbye. They were in the lounge and John was shocked because Neela had just told him Luka was dead. She was standing rigidly in front of him, whispering: “Take him home, please, take him home”, as if she had known he was still alive. No, Abby wasn’t waiting for him, his letter had reached his goal and maybe she already had someone else in mind. He was wondering also how he could go back into his old mentality. He was so changed. He wasn’t used to supercilious whims anymore. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep… …a hostess’s loud voice abruptly awakened him. They were landing at Chicago Airport. He left the plane and took his luggage. He was a little excited: he was home. Home. It sounded a little odd to him. But his happiness quickly evaporated when his hot and stinking cab was blocked in the noisy traffic. He looked at the grey sky: where is the blue sky of Africa?When he arrived at his condo he went upstairs breathing heavily. The annoying noise of the streets had made his head pounding painfully. He was looking for the key when his neighbor handed him a little packet. “What’s this?” “I don’t know. A tall foreigner guy told me it’s something for you” Luka.“Oh, thanks!” He entered and opened it. A book. Heart of darkness. Carter read the dedication on the first page: “Welcome home Marlow! Yours Kurtz”. Carter smiled. Simple and clear Luka-style. * “She told him: «I hope your journey will be good» He simply answered: «It will be»”
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