The afternoon passed quietly. Everyone went their separate ways. Annerieke was already preparing dinner. Huib took a time-out together with Margreet, a rest in caressing love on the bed, without chasing each other to the tops.

Sjaak walked around in the garden, to see what he could do best the coming week, while Lisa was in the house, busy with herself, with her memories. She felt nasty, a slut. She had lived like a whore in her marriage, or neatly said as a prostitute, but the effect was the same. She had never done it willingly. She had felt helpless so many times.

Henk had tried again and again to boost her ego: "You can entertain them, you are good at that. They are rich men among them, influential men, and they choose you, quite an honor Lisa!" And because Lisa had always had a negative image of herself, this seemed nice. Finally she was somebody, finally she was important. But on the other hand, she had been so miserable: used as a sex worker, no more than a tool. She had been aware that this had had nothing to do with love, only with entertainment, satisfaction. She had been their slave, she had been abused by them. And she had not known how to escape from it.

As all the memories came back, she became sadder and sadder. Suddenly she thought back to her adolescence, how she had often played her feelings away on her violin, and sometimes on her cello. She picked up her violin, checked that it was tuned, and began to play. At first hesitantly, searching for a melody, but then her feelings came in. She played a melody that just came up from that broken inside of her soul. A melody of sadness, frustration and depression, a melody full of pain.

The music was carried across the estate by the quiet wind. Huib and Margreet, who had their window ajar in their bedroom, heard her melody. Their hands stopped caressing, and as they laid against each other, they listened in silence to the pain and sorrow that reached their ears and hearts by the sounds of the violin music.

Sjaak also heard her music, heard how sad it sounded, how the violin cried. In silence he walked inside. He did not see Lisa in the living room, but heard the sound of her violin coming from the bedroom. He decided not to disturb her, but lay down on the couch with his eyes closed. He felt Lisa's pain come to him through the music of her violin. Tears began to flow from his eyes, past his ears. He let them go, was barely aware of them.

He felt a kind of tingling in his body, and stabbing from his belly. At first he didn't realize what was going on in his body, but finally remembered that these must be the streams of light and power from his soul, supporting Lisa in her process of healing. He was glad it was happening, even though it felt uncomfortable and sometimes painful in his body. He knew from Erik, that he had known the same thing, and what it did for the person to whom that light and power flowed: help in healing, extra depth in healing. And he wished that so much for Lisa, his dear Liesel.

The sad melody stopped, jolting, and suddenly there was another melody. This one also sounded sad, but different, more like it was asking a question. There was repetition in it, lots of repetition, as if it were a song with a recurring refrain. Sjaak had the feeling that it was an existing song, that's what it sounded like, but he didn't know what song it could be. That didn't matter to him, he did recognize Lisa's heart. She repeated the song over and over again, or the song was just really long, he didn't know, but the melody began to slowly but surely ingrain itself into his being, until he was even able to sing it along in his mind.

In the other house, Huib recognized the melody. He knew the song, and it moved him how Lisa expressed what was in her. It could not be otherwise than that she also knew the song, not only the melody, but also the contents of the lyrics. He hummed along softly, whereupon Margreet looked at him questioningly.

"This is an existing song," he explained, "a beautiful song about a badly injured woman, on the verge of death, who wonders why this man who doesn't know her at all, saves her. It's also sung in a movie where something like that happens. It seems to me that she knows the lyrics well enough that she sees Sjaak as her savior, the man who saved her, unknown and broken woman, from the shit she was in. And deep down, he is. Through that soul connection he had with her, he has given her a place in his heart and in his home. A safe place, where she may heal..."

Margreet nodded, "I would love to hear that song, with the words to it."

"I'll look it up for you later, and also that movie in which it is sung, 'The Transporter'. Might be good to watch that one with Sjaak and Lisa."

"Sounds like a good idea. Friday night?"

"Let’s nail that! Let's ask them later if they feel like it."

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Nadia: Life of a stranger

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ok4PKdqTT8

 

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