Chapter III -Another Yard-
-------25 July, 2012. today Carlo and some others are being graduated. they go to the different schools but they always assemble in the same place, this field. I got good pictures today, from they joy and happy faces. Just like a daily habit, after I finished my work, we play soccer. I don't know how, but I'm at my best at taking sport photos. Hope someday I'm good at taking photos of everything. The next day, after playing soccer, we eat, talk and laugh at Tagliatelle Bella. Of course, I'm the one who cook the whole meals. "Attention, everyone! I wanna say something for you guys. First of all I just want to thank to you guys to lead my best days in Venice, in Italy. I can never enjoy my days here if Carlo didn't invite me to the field, so thanks to you guys. It was very felicitating 3 months here. I got a very meaningful lesson about friendship nd also good pictures too." "What is it? it just sounds like a farewell, chie." "Yep Carlo, that's what I'm trying to say. I'm gonna take another yard across the sea to continue my trip."
-------Saturday, I arrived at the airport at 9.00 am I have my flight at 10.00. everybody I have in Italy is there. Alfonso with his employees and Carlo with the others. "So where are you going, chie?" Carlo asks. "well, France. I always wanted to go there and finally it comes true today." "Well, good luck then." "Thanks. Oh by the way, this is your shirt, Carlo. thanks for let me borrow it." "Ah it's not a big problem, even better, you can have it." "Really?" "Yeah, we got hundreds of it here. Take it as a gift from us here." "Well thank you, Carlo. I don't know how to show my thanks to you. And Alfonso, should I give my apron back to you?" "Hahaha. Not necessary, piccoli. You are one of the best chef I ever had." "Oh Richie, here's the menu I have copied for you. In case you forgot how to make those dishes." "Thanks, Elario, Alfonso, Tagliatelle Bella. Well I should be going and you guys have to go back to your routines, guys." As I walk along the path to the departure lounge, they shout "BYE CHIEEE, BUONA VORTUNA E DIO VI BENEDICA!!!" 'good luck and god bless' I smile brightly and gave them a waving hand. I finally got in to my plane at 10.00 the memories in Venice, even if it's not too long, spinning around my head and accompany me to sleep. Bye, Venice.
-------As soon as I arrive at Charlie de Gaulle airport in Paris, I got a taxi and go to the tower of love, Eiffel Tower. I came out from the taxi, pay it, told the driver to stay awhile and breath heavily in front of the Eiffel Tower. I told the taxi driver to take a picture of me. I know this day will come. Kevin was the one who made me believe. But a thing that saddening is, there's no Kevin in my picture here. Evian, the taxi driver told me about the tower and everything he knows until I arrive at my lodge. On the way to the lodge what I see is romance. Yes, here I am, in the city where break ups rarely found, the city where parents rather give their kids money for dating than for their fun, the city of romance, the city of love, Paris. Just like Venice, here in Paris is absolutely less pollution than in Jakarta. They prefer travel around with bikes, subway trains, or electric-powered-vehicles. I stay at a very homie lodging. It feels just like my own house. it's not too big, actually. Just have 2 floors and 10 rooms.
-------28 July 2012, I wake up this morning and going to search for a job. Just after take a bath, I open the door and at the same time what I see across my room is a pretty girl who instantly look away and go through the door. I wonder why she did that and I realize I stared at her for hours, err... maybe not that long, just a phrase. But whatever, I go out from the lodge and search for a job. it's a tough decision for jobs here. and one thing is, I don't wanna be a salary man! this is a hard day to search a job, and I didn't realize it's 7.00 pm already and I haven't got any job. I'm tired. I bought a glass of cappuccino and sit on a chair on the bridge near the lodge, then I lit a cigarette and turn on my camera. the bridge is beautiful. The fountain behind the bridge completing the scenery. What I see around the bridge is couples, no matter how old they are, what profession they are, what nationality they are. "Garcon, vous avez un match?" "Wha? oh oui, ici." suddenly a 50's man come to me and ask for a match. Luckily, I learned France and Germany language in high school. so at least I can communicate easier in those countries. "Vous n'etes pas d'ici, toi?" "Non, Je suis Indonesien." "Ah I see. your France not really bad. How could you learn?" "Well, I learned France and Germany at the high school." "Je suis Norman, J'ai 56 ans." as I expected, he is 50's lol. "Je suis Richie, J'ai 19 ans. Nice to know you Norman." "19?! what are you doing here in France?" I told him the story even in Venice. "Hmm I see. so now you're looking for a job? Err maybe I can get you a job, if you want." "Really? Where?" "I see you with your camera, I'm a photographer too. Would you like to be my assistant? Well the salary is not too much maybe. I sell my photos for the magazines here. You could learn some from me too." "C'est genial, Norman! Of course I accept it!" "That's the spirit I want from a youngster like you, garcon. Now let me see what you got."
-------I show him my photos from the airport and Venice, he's humming and shakes his head sometimes when he sees the pictures. "Not bad, Richie. You have some guts. How long have you been in this photography thing?" "From high school, but not too often. Maybe from college." "Oh I see. but you know? Don't be too proud. Here in France, even some junior highs-choolers can do better than that." I started to be provoked but I try to hold it. "Now could you take the photo of the fountain? with macro, focus on the fountain, make it all blur." "But it's impossible, Norman. Too big to be focused." "That's why I told you Junior highschool children are better than you." He started to make me mad. "Fine, Norman. I'll try." I try my best shot, it's so hard to do it and it takes 5 minutes and I show it to Norman. "Here, Norman. take a look." "What is it? The trees are still there, they don't wanna be seen, you know." I try it again for many times. and he keeps harassing my pictures. "Still not get better, GARCON." I'm pissed off. "Well just show me if you can do it better, vieillard!" "I knew you'll say that, garcon." Just in seconds, Norman set the camera, search-and-found the perfect angle, quickly set the zoom and the focus and *click*. Just like that. My mouth is sealed. I am fascinated at the moment. But I still deny it. "Only just you do it quicker and just one shot doesn't mean the result is better than mine, let me see it!" When I get closer to him, he point his camera and show me. "Here, young man. Take a look." I continue my disbelief. The angle, the colour set, the focus, all in the picture..... it's amazing! more than that, it's perfect! "I give up, Norman." "hahaha. Give up from what? Now pack your things and go home. we'll start from the day after tomorrow."
-------I still don't believe what happened in front of my eyes. It seems impossible. But whatever, I'm lucky to learn something from him. What peeves me is he's such a bastard. I hope I can stand it during with him. So I'm walking back to the lodge myself. It takes about 30 minutes. I packed my camera and put it in the room and then smoke on the veranda of the lodge. "You look upset." I'm shocked, someone greets me with a smooth sound. A girl's sound and you won't believe me, it's the girl across my room. "Wha? You shocked me!" "Sorry, just trying to be friendly, I guess." "Apology accepted. What are you doing? Not going to sleep? It's late already." "Nah. Can't sleep. Why don't you?" "Just looking for fresh air." "Fresh air? You're smoking dude, hahaha." "Haha yeah, just daydreaming on the night, I guess." "Trixie." She introduce herself and we shake hands. "Richie." "Wooo, rich people. Scaaary." "Naah, don't miscalled it." "Just kidding, pal. So, what upsets you?" "A new term of study, you can say." "You're a student?" "Nope, photography things." "Nicee. you have to show me some pictures someday." "Yeah I will. Hey can you play guitar?" "Yep, why?" "Hold on a second." She takes her guitar from her room and told me to play. "Here, Richie. Sing me a song." Do you know The Script?" "Are you kidding me? I love it!" "Yeah, they're the best!" So, we sing The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script together. "You're the man who can't be moved, aren't you?" "Haha, there was a time I was called like that. Let's just sing one song and go to sleep and I'll tell you later, kay? choose a song, Trixie!" "To Be With You by Mr Big, Richie." Just like that, after we sing the last part "Just to be the next to be with you...." she kissed me, and all the memories I had with Nova, are recalled.
-------25 July, 2012. today Carlo and some others are being graduated. they go to the different schools but they always assemble in the same place, this field. I got good pictures today, from they joy and happy faces. Just like a daily habit, after I finished my work, we play soccer. I don't know how, but I'm at my best at taking sport photos. Hope someday I'm good at taking photos of everything. The next day, after playing soccer, we eat, talk and laugh at Tagliatelle Bella. Of course, I'm the one who cook the whole meals. "Attention, everyone! I wanna say something for you guys. First of all I just want to thank to you guys to lead my best days in Venice, in Italy. I can never enjoy my days here if Carlo didn't invite me to the field, so thanks to you guys. It was very felicitating 3 months here. I got a very meaningful lesson about friendship nd also good pictures too." "What is it? it just sounds like a farewell, chie." "Yep Carlo, that's what I'm trying to say. I'm gonna take another yard across the sea to continue my trip."
-------Saturday, I arrived at the airport at 9.00 am I have my flight at 10.00. everybody I have in Italy is there. Alfonso with his employees and Carlo with the others. "So where are you going, chie?" Carlo asks. "well, France. I always wanted to go there and finally it comes true today." "Well, good luck then." "Thanks. Oh by the way, this is your shirt, Carlo. thanks for let me borrow it." "Ah it's not a big problem, even better, you can have it." "Really?" "Yeah, we got hundreds of it here. Take it as a gift from us here." "Well thank you, Carlo. I don't know how to show my thanks to you. And Alfonso, should I give my apron back to you?" "Hahaha. Not necessary, piccoli. You are one of the best chef I ever had." "Oh Richie, here's the menu I have copied for you. In case you forgot how to make those dishes." "Thanks, Elario, Alfonso, Tagliatelle Bella. Well I should be going and you guys have to go back to your routines, guys." As I walk along the path to the departure lounge, they shout "BYE CHIEEE, BUONA VORTUNA E DIO VI BENEDICA!!!" 'good luck and god bless' I smile brightly and gave them a waving hand. I finally got in to my plane at 10.00 the memories in Venice, even if it's not too long, spinning around my head and accompany me to sleep. Bye, Venice.
-------As soon as I arrive at Charlie de Gaulle airport in Paris, I got a taxi and go to the tower of love, Eiffel Tower. I came out from the taxi, pay it, told the driver to stay awhile and breath heavily in front of the Eiffel Tower. I told the taxi driver to take a picture of me. I know this day will come. Kevin was the one who made me believe. But a thing that saddening is, there's no Kevin in my picture here. Evian, the taxi driver told me about the tower and everything he knows until I arrive at my lodge. On the way to the lodge what I see is romance. Yes, here I am, in the city where break ups rarely found, the city where parents rather give their kids money for dating than for their fun, the city of romance, the city of love, Paris. Just like Venice, here in Paris is absolutely less pollution than in Jakarta. They prefer travel around with bikes, subway trains, or electric-powered-vehicles. I stay at a very homie lodging. It feels just like my own house. it's not too big, actually. Just have 2 floors and 10 rooms.
-------28 July 2012, I wake up this morning and going to search for a job. Just after take a bath, I open the door and at the same time what I see across my room is a pretty girl who instantly look away and go through the door. I wonder why she did that and I realize I stared at her for hours, err... maybe not that long, just a phrase. But whatever, I go out from the lodge and search for a job. it's a tough decision for jobs here. and one thing is, I don't wanna be a salary man! this is a hard day to search a job, and I didn't realize it's 7.00 pm already and I haven't got any job. I'm tired. I bought a glass of cappuccino and sit on a chair on the bridge near the lodge, then I lit a cigarette and turn on my camera. the bridge is beautiful. The fountain behind the bridge completing the scenery. What I see around the bridge is couples, no matter how old they are, what profession they are, what nationality they are. "Garcon, vous avez un match?" "Wha? oh oui, ici." suddenly a 50's man come to me and ask for a match. Luckily, I learned France and Germany language in high school. so at least I can communicate easier in those countries. "Vous n'etes pas d'ici, toi?" "Non, Je suis Indonesien." "Ah I see. your France not really bad. How could you learn?" "Well, I learned France and Germany at the high school." "Je suis Norman, J'ai 56 ans." as I expected, he is 50's lol. "Je suis Richie, J'ai 19 ans. Nice to know you Norman." "19?! what are you doing here in France?" I told him the story even in Venice. "Hmm I see. so now you're looking for a job? Err maybe I can get you a job, if you want." "Really? Where?" "I see you with your camera, I'm a photographer too. Would you like to be my assistant? Well the salary is not too much maybe. I sell my photos for the magazines here. You could learn some from me too." "C'est genial, Norman! Of course I accept it!" "That's the spirit I want from a youngster like you, garcon. Now let me see what you got."
-------I show him my photos from the airport and Venice, he's humming and shakes his head sometimes when he sees the pictures. "Not bad, Richie. You have some guts. How long have you been in this photography thing?" "From high school, but not too often. Maybe from college." "Oh I see. but you know? Don't be too proud. Here in France, even some junior highs-choolers can do better than that." I started to be provoked but I try to hold it. "Now could you take the photo of the fountain? with macro, focus on the fountain, make it all blur." "But it's impossible, Norman. Too big to be focused." "That's why I told you Junior highschool children are better than you." He started to make me mad. "Fine, Norman. I'll try." I try my best shot, it's so hard to do it and it takes 5 minutes and I show it to Norman. "Here, Norman. take a look." "What is it? The trees are still there, they don't wanna be seen, you know." I try it again for many times. and he keeps harassing my pictures. "Still not get better, GARCON." I'm pissed off. "Well just show me if you can do it better, vieillard!" "I knew you'll say that, garcon." Just in seconds, Norman set the camera, search-and-found the perfect angle, quickly set the zoom and the focus and *click*. Just like that. My mouth is sealed. I am fascinated at the moment. But I still deny it. "Only just you do it quicker and just one shot doesn't mean the result is better than mine, let me see it!" When I get closer to him, he point his camera and show me. "Here, young man. Take a look." I continue my disbelief. The angle, the colour set, the focus, all in the picture..... it's amazing! more than that, it's perfect! "I give up, Norman." "hahaha. Give up from what? Now pack your things and go home. we'll start from the day after tomorrow."
-------I still don't believe what happened in front of my eyes. It seems impossible. But whatever, I'm lucky to learn something from him. What peeves me is he's such a bastard. I hope I can stand it during with him. So I'm walking back to the lodge myself. It takes about 30 minutes. I packed my camera and put it in the room and then smoke on the veranda of the lodge. "You look upset." I'm shocked, someone greets me with a smooth sound. A girl's sound and you won't believe me, it's the girl across my room. "Wha? You shocked me!" "Sorry, just trying to be friendly, I guess." "Apology accepted. What are you doing? Not going to sleep? It's late already." "Nah. Can't sleep. Why don't you?" "Just looking for fresh air." "Fresh air? You're smoking dude, hahaha." "Haha yeah, just daydreaming on the night, I guess." "Trixie." She introduce herself and we shake hands. "Richie." "Wooo, rich people. Scaaary." "Naah, don't miscalled it." "Just kidding, pal. So, what upsets you?" "A new term of study, you can say." "You're a student?" "Nope, photography things." "Nicee. you have to show me some pictures someday." "Yeah I will. Hey can you play guitar?" "Yep, why?" "Hold on a second." She takes her guitar from her room and told me to play. "Here, Richie. Sing me a song." Do you know The Script?" "Are you kidding me? I love it!" "Yeah, they're the best!" So, we sing The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script together. "You're the man who can't be moved, aren't you?" "Haha, there was a time I was called like that. Let's just sing one song and go to sleep and I'll tell you later, kay? choose a song, Trixie!" "To Be With You by Mr Big, Richie." Just like that, after we sing the last part "Just to be the next to be with you...." she kissed me, and all the memories I had with Nova, are recalled.
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