The rain falls relentlessly. Her tired soul seeks salvation in a cotton wool glass of vodka. She is tired of the hard struggle that fate has in store for her. She is condemned to the worst punishment a person can receive. She is frigid. While all of humanity is bathing in a sea of love, she is sinking in quicksand. Damn life. She sits on the balcony and pours more vodka into her glass. With each sip of vodka, tears flow faster and faster from her face. She is wearing a light silk dress, but even that now feels like a fetter. She stretches her legs out over the balcony railing and feels the sad rain tickling her feet. Still, she cannot laugh, even though the rain tickles her like a naughty sister. She runs her hand over her enormous breasts and squeezes them hard. She squeezes them hard, but again she feels nothing, not even pain. Alcohol, like an anesthetic, takes away the few feelings she has in her body.
As if struck by lightning, she jumps to her feet and runs out of her apartment. She runs barefoot and screams. She screams at the top of her lungs and tries to drive the sadness from her heart. Her breathing becomes heavier. One of her straps slips and frees her high, large breast from her dress. The rain wets her breast and it seems to glow as she runs down the street. She is completely wet and her white panties seem to have merged with her skin, everything is visible through them. She keeps running and doesn't pay attention to the people who pass by in their cars and blow their cheerful horns at her. Her strength leaves her and she stops. She takes a deep breath and sits down on the wet concrete. As she sits, her tears start again and mix with the relentless rain. With her green eye, she notices a wet piece of paper floating in a puddle of water. She reaches out and reaches for it. It melts but she manages to see the name. The name of the country where she was born, where it all began. Suddenly he felt a terrible urge to fight. He stood up and started walking slowly back towards the apartment.
The plane flies quietly and she thinks about her mother who died when she was a two-year-old girl. Thailand is where her mother gave birth to her. Her father is an English doctor who fell in love in Thailand. After she was born, they moved to England and sought their happiness there. Although she was born in Thailand, this is the first time she has gone there. It was difficult for her father to talk about his early days in Thailand because then he would plunge back into sadness. It was also difficult for her to look at pictures of her mother. You look at a picture of someone you love so much and you don't know what her voice sounds like. It was too painful for her, so she has only now dared to explore her mother's country. Now she will explore the land of her ancestors.
Lucie is young. She is 28 years old and a beautiful girl. Her green eyes are like golden, shining sand. When you look at them, their light penetrates deep into you and captures you like a magician. Her lips are wavy and wide. Her body is a combination of beautiful curves and beautiful light brown skin. Her dark hair matches her depressive character. The hours tick to their double digits and the plane lands in the beautiful country of Thailand.
Kahua Hon, Thailand (The city is fictional and left to the imagination)
Lucie is walking through this beautiful city, dragging her large suitcase behind her. The city seems poor, but the sight of the harmonious wooden houses floating on the river leaves an impression of beauty in her heart. The river is calm and harmonious, just like the people who live here. The wind carries the wonderful scent of the forest and the trees that surround them. When she tries to remember if she has ever felt anything like this, she realizes that she has never. Now she feels like a different person, she no longer feels that nasty stomach cramp. She feels as if she is breathing air for the first time which does not drag her into the blackness of depression. She walks with her small steps towards the man who is fishing. A small wooden pipe is bouncing on the fisherman's lips and the smoke slowly rises in the air. Lucie is sure that the little man does not speak English, but she tries anyway; "Excuse me, do you speak English?"
The fisherman looked at her and answered; "I am speaking, dear child. -I think I know what you are interested in. -I have a little house for you where you can soothe your restless spirit."
She is delighted by the old man's hospitality and assumes that he has understood her intentions because of her suitcase. When she enters the little house floating on the river, the first thing she notices is a wooden tub that seems to beckon her to relax her tired body there. She decides to rest and then set off to explore this beautiful city.
As she walks along the forest path, she listens to the different sounds that emerge. She feels as if thousands of forest languages are drowning out the silence of the trees. The bark on the trees is thick but broken by cuts that emphasize their age. Small pieces of wood get into her slippers and it tickles her as she walks. The air in the forest is even fresher and she feels its harmony on her body. When she leaves the forest, she is struck by the brightness of the sea sand and the purity of the sea. The golden color of the sand caresses her feet with its warmth. The fiery arrows of the sun tickle her body. The sea calls her with its icy voice to step into it and feel its refreshing touch. While the heavenly guardians emit their bird voices, she steps into the sea with her feet and feels the tranquility of this healing water. Walking on the water, as she approaches the new path that leads into the forest, she hears the sounds of musical instruments. In the distance, she sees a man sitting on a small piece of wood and playing indescribably beautiful music. Now she is sure she hears the violin, the music leaves her breathless. As she gets closer to the man, tears stream down her face again. This time the tears send a message that she is happy, for the first time she cries because of the immense happiness she feels in her heart.
When the tall young man notices her, he stops his fingers and looks at the woman who is approaching him. Her tears confuse him.
Lucie shouts; "Don't stop playing, I'm happy while listening to you!!!"
The young man with a beautiful face replies "Sorry, my English may not be perfect. I thought I was to blame for your tears."
"Don't worry, you gave me something that I haven't felt in a very long time. -I had a very difficult period in my life and your music touched me. --I felt that little damn piece of happiness after a long time!!!", says Lucie while wiping tears from her face.
The young man extends his hand to her and says; "I'm Atid."
"I'm Lucie, nice to meet you," she says with a smile.
While he's putting his violin in the box, he turns to her and asks; "Look, even though I'm young, I think I can still help you. - Our people are known for their calmness of mind. - Our breaths are calm because of the calmness of the spirit that nurtures us. - I know a woman who is an expert in that field and I'd like you to meet her. - What do you say?"
She happily exclaims; "Of course."
Lucie is left breathless when they arrive at a place that hypnotizes with its empathy. Small tree stumps serve as chairs while the tables are also made of wood. The tables are filled with cheerful people and their songs. The melody of their song is so powerful that she immediately regrets not learning her mother tongue. She doesn't know the words while listening to them, but their passion and soft voice make her the happiest woman in the world. Atid seats her at an empty table and rushes to bring her a drink. He brings her a jug of sweet alcohol and her calmness sails into even calmer waters. With a wave of his hand, he calls out to the woman who sings with her divine voice and dances relentlessly. Atid introduces the beautiful Daw to the woman who has not yet been cured of an invincible disease.
Daw says after learning about the situation from Lucie; "I think you will get better, you just have to surrender to your spirit within you that possesses peace. - At midnight we will go to my chambers and we will release peace into your restless soul."
