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Title: Še ena zgodba...
Post by X on 17.02.2004 at 09:03:11

... primerna za forum. Našel sem jo v knjigi Hollywood Animal, od Joe Eszterhasa, ki je bil svoje čase zelo znan scenarist v Hollywoodu (Flashdance, Basic Instinct, itd). Gre pa za zadevo, ki jo je doživel, ko je bil star tam nekje 7 ali 8 let. S starši, madžarskimi begunci, je živel v getu v Clevelandu v Ameriki, kamor so zbežali pred nacizmom in komunizmom. Oče je bil pisatelj, žena pa gospodinja, zelo zelo katoliško usmerjena. Takole gre:

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At noon on Good Friday, my mother knelt on the kitchen floor with two other Hungarian ladies, saying the Rosary.

A Trappist monk had predicted that the world would end this Good Friday at three o'clock in the afternoon and my mother and her friends were preparing themselves.

My mother urged me to kneel down and pray but, instead, I went into my father's office. He was beating away at his typewriter.

"Papa," I said, "they say the world will end."

"Maybe it will," he said.

I said, "Really?"

"Sure," he said, "sometime."

"But not today?"

"No," he said, "not today."

At 2:30 in the afternoon the sky turned black, chunks of ice fell from the heavens, and zigzag lightning flashed through the air.

My mother and her lady friends were working themselves into a frenzy on the kitchen floor.

I could still hear my father's typewriter beating away.

I went back to his office to see him.

"Are you sure?" I said.

"About what?"

"Are you sure it's not going to end?"

"What?"

"The world."

"I'm pretty sure" - he smiled - "but I could be wrong. I've certainly been wrong in my life before. Many times, actually, to tell you the truth."

"Should I pray?" I asked.

"Prayer never hurts," he said.

I knelt down with my mother and her friends and prayed while he kept beating away at his typewriter.

At ten minutes after three, the sky cleared and my mother said to me, "God has answered our prayers once again!" She was very happy.

I was, too.

My father came into the living room and saw us hugging each other joyously.

"Still here, eh?" He smiled.

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