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The Fragments of Olivia(Or Pieces from Olivia…)

Miguel Ángel Mendaro Johnson

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A summer storm in June 2013.

The sun is setting, it is 8:33pm

I am searching for a star in the heavens, one that possesses an exceptional luster andthat has not yet been discovered. I am using the telescope that I made with my own hands, with

much love and that I am tremendously proud of.It is not conventional, no, it is not; it spirals into itself like a giant sea snail that, when stretched out,measures three hundred and twelve point seven hundred and forty five kilometers long. But if it isstretched out straight it is useless. What makes it unique is the spiral.

Defying all scientific laws, this spiral permits me to see, in real time, what is happening in all of the secret corners of the sky. Just like that. What I see, is. Anyone who happens to look through anormal telescope, binoculars or anything else will just see a photograph. If the sky was a window onan Internet navigator, it might be enough to press the F5 to update it. Too bad it’s not that simple!

Everyone knows that if a star is twenty nine light years away and disappears, it would take ustwenty nine years to witness the event.

An authentic step backward for this gentleman in love!Especially when one wants to give, as a present to his loved one, a nebulous or a star so striking it

would equal her beauty (as though that were possible, Darling) so that it could justly carry her name. I have been trying for months to offer Olivia a star, but the idea of giving to her a 29 year oldimage just doesn’t convince me. I thought about giving in and giving her this ordinary gift butwarning her first: Olivia, I will give you this star, but you must know that it is a portrait of what it

was one hundred an thirty years ago. You will never live long enough to see what it looks like

today.

I know this would make her sad, and therefore, my dear Olivia, I love you so much that I havewound up physics in a big snail shaped…

The storms calmed. It smells like rain and this fragrance soaks my bones; between the cloudsthere are openings, the sky is cleaner than it has ever been. And there it is! The most beautifulstar…it is so worthy of you.

I searched through my files to see if someone had already found it. I introduced the coordinatesand… I don’t believe it! It has already been discovered…! But it has a horrendous name! It is just amere and sad number. The amateur astrologer who discovered it was named Alan and his last namewas German and unpronounceable.



The most recent image does not have the aspect that I can see through my spiraled telescope. Butof course, it is seven light years away. And what they see is not what is… Olivia!

It is as beautiful as you!



The first leaf falls, it is amber. Autumn of 2013.

I smell coffee, it is 10:22am

With these short and simple words I got in touch via electronic mail with the owner anddiscoverer of the star that was so worthy of Olivia. The very night Alan discovered it he gave it its

name (numbered as 1.23331C). In words you could not imagine the delicious aroma that storm gaveme. Or yes…

Dear Alan,

I happened to stumble across one of your stars as I was wandering

through the heavens. I see you have not given it

a name, only a number.

Would you be willing to change its’ name for a noble cause? I wish to

give it as a present to my beloved wife Olivia. I hope we can come to an

agreement from one gentleman to another.

Sincerely,

Finally, after three moths, I received his reply:

My dear Colleague,

Please forgive the tardiness, but work is consuming me. But of course,

beginning today the star will be named Olivia. Your romantic gesture is,

without doubt, very inspiring. I attach with this letter a PDF file, where

you will find the certification of this change.

Greetings



The night I gave a broken star to Olivia.

December 2013

We walked together to the garden. We walked amid lightning bugs through an extraordinaryevening. I kissed Olivia and placed her hand on my heart. I asked her if she could feel how it beatuncontrollably. She nodded and I told her it was because of the nervousness I felt about giving her a

gift that hung by a thread in the firmament. I knew how excited Olivia would be about this romanticidea. Soon after we had first met she suggested it. She always commented on how romantic it would

be to give someone a star. The years went by and purposely I left that dream buried so that one dayI could surprise her. After an arduous digging to find what had been buried, the night had come andI had a star in the sky for Olivia.

I want to give you a star.

She looked at me and then looked up at the sky with enthusiasm and made a face, as though she wasabout to cry, overwhelmed.

A star that carries your name... I never forgot what you told me… would you like to see it, just as it

really is today?

She agreed, astonished after I told her all I had gone through to build the telescope and the processof making it spiralled. I told her about the speed of light and how an image can be accelerated bycentrifugal force inside the spiral. I almost broke the romanticism so I decided to be quiet. There itis!

She looked through the lens. When she saw her star she cried, then she gave me a hug and wekissed.

It is the most beautiful gift you could have given me. It is so, so lovely…

We laughed.

You could say that the stars had aligned themselves for us and we didn’t want this moment to end,ever. We could live like this eternally…

She wanted to look at her star again. I got up to adjust the telescope. When I found it I saw Olivia(the star) explode and disappear completely, everything became black in a matter of seconds. Irubbed my eyes and I reset the exact coordinates of the star and looked again. She wasn’t there,

only a huge and desolate blackness. I had a lump in my throat and tried to swallow, sadly I tried to



remember how many light years away was from us. I suddenly remembered she was only sevenyears and ten days away…

Olivia, in seven years from now, we may vanish just like the star did…

Her face changed radically. She stood up, her eyes were full of tears and she went walking throughthe garden, making her way through the lightening bugs.



The almond tree is in blossom

Spring of 2016

I smell flowers…9:46pm

Olivia in the sky has changed, even though she doesn’t exist since December of 2013. Thereshe hangs, shinning and fooling everyone that looks at her. She emits white light and this eveningshe stands out on the horizon, with a scarlet tone and greenish glimmers on the vertices and she

begins to look just as beautiful as the first rainy night I discovered her after the storm and rain in2013. Those bright colours must be an omen of her imminent end… I don’t know!

When I saw the star disappear I sent off a warning in an official communication. No one,absolutely no one paid any attention; everyone thought I was crazy and I lost all of my credibility.The truth is, I didn’t really care. My heart was breaking into pieces and Olivia had become sodistant to me that I almost lost her. She has always been so close… but after the evening we saw thedeath of the star she spent months hundreds of light years away from me. There was a terriblereason for this.

We could be in the same bed sleeping and not feel each other. We left the words that could judge us beneath out pillows to drown them with tears. How bitter it is to drown your sadness on asheet! I tried to get close to her. I caressed her tenderly searching for understanding but she just

pushed my hand away from her body. Ever time I tried to kiss her cheek she would move away.Olivia raised a shield and I was unable to understand it.

Olivia, don’t do what the star I gave you did! If our love has stopped burning and died, don’t wait

seven years to tell me so! This silence is going to do me in! What can I do if you won’t even speak

to me, Olivia?

How did I recover Olivia? I remembered the last happy night we spent together surrounded bylightening bugs, the night that her star burst and her eyes filled with fragments of it. I rememberedour almond tree. She loved that tree. When it blossomed, I took her a number of branches and held

them to her chest. With my eyes full of tears and hardly able to speak, I asked her, Olivia, what isthe matter. It is as though you are disappearing, you are growing farther and farther away. Don’t

do this. Let me be close to you again.

At last I saw her smile. It was a very tender smile nevertheless, suffocated in sobs.

It is the idea of dying and disappearing… she told me as she smelled the flowers, to be separated

from you forever, to not be able to smell more Spring times…

I nodded and caressed her cheek tenderly. I told her that it was only a theory but, that perhaps wedidn’t die at all… that everything was still to come and we would always be there together. But she

was talking about another kind of death, one that only affected Olivia and would take her briefly.



She said that the uncertainty was killing her, that I should never separate myself from her, that please, I had to be close to her forever…

I embraced her.

Oh, how I embraced her.



Popcorn is popping, summer of 2020

Fragments and pieces of Olivia

It is not easy to chew and digest the idea that you are going to die. I always have told Olivia that inthe same way you chew and digest it, I would love to be able to defecate it and get it out of our lives. We have spent seven years and ten days in a race with death. At this moment, life is winningas Olivia has not surrendered. She is still here with me, as I am here with her. We wait with

eagerness and fear on this last day. The best thing that could happen is that the effect of theexplosion would sweep us in pieces throughout the universe. We have spent seven years and tendays waiting for our death.

After loving each other with an unknown deepness, we have decided to wait for our end eating popcorn. We fell in love eating popcorn.

Eating popcorn is what we want to do as we disappear.

I could hear it popping as we prepared two lawn chairs in the garden. I had never imagined anending like this but, looking at it coldly, it is a privilege to die with the person you love.I can smell the delicious popcorn Olivia is making, with a touch of butter and salt that only she can

prepare. The smell chased away the idea about the moment when the explosion reached us. Will ithurt? Will it be fast? Then another terrible idea came to me. Perhaps nothing happened and I wouldhave to spend the rest of my life without Olivia.It is two thirty in the morning. I could never have imagined such a peaceful ending. There was no

panic or chaos. We looked at the sky. Sometimes we embraced, sometimes we sat alone.

Olivia the star began to turn a vivid and brilliant colour and then went out, just like a light bulb. Atthe same time a soft rain of light beams began to fall.

I took Olivia by the hand and we looked at each other. The moment had arrived. Her delicatefeatures began to disappear little by little, as though she was a statue made of sand and the wind wastaking her away. I want to tell her how much I have loved her and how much I love her and that Iwill always love her… all of this before we disappear.

But I am not disappearing. Nothing has changed. The lightening bugs are still here in the garden, but Olivia is not… I have lost Olivia.



Thunder in the distance

Heat lightening

The summer of 2027

Oh how these fragments of Olivia hurt!

It has been seven years since she disappeared. I still cannot understand it all. She vanished likesmoke in front of my eyes.

I can smell rain, although the smell no longer soaks into my bones, more like breaks them. I sit andwatch the sun set every evening waiting to die, turn to dust, vanish and shake off this heavy load.

Olivia, I miss you… it has been seven years and ten days since I lost you… the years just keeping

going by and by…

The purple sky shows me a timid and blinking light, a star that wants to be born, trying to make aspace for itself in the vastness of the firmament. I could swear that there, in that exact spot should

be the star that I gave you. This can’t be, this can’t be!

I uncovered my telescope and introduced the coordinates where Olivia, in a distant past, had onceshone in the evening sky. Nervousness overtook me. I was observing the birth of a star, somethingthat had happened seven years and ten days ago.

I aimed my telescope and saw the real image of what was happening in that corner of the sky, a beautiful star.

Worthy of you.

Who would have imagined, a star just kissed me.

Olivia! I will wait seven years and ten days for your kiss.



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