Introduction
If I had to write some kind of story during my lifetime, it would have to be about things that happened in our real world, based on things that actually happened. I'd never lean towards stories based on imagination, that is fantasy genres.So after some consideration, I decided to try to write about what really happened, what directly affects me and in a sense what marked me for many years. The main protagonist of this story named Veronika is my long-time friend so I know a lot of things from her life.I want to tell the world about a woman who loves her family and her children, who were at the time, suffering as much as she was. I will try to depict some of the moments from her life, when she had stopped believing that there is good and love in this world. Every woman knows how her selflessness can turn into slavery y and imaginary imprisonment between people who loved her at first or at least pretended to love her.This story is my debut and I have no ambition to ever write again or become an acclaimed writer. Maybe I won't write any story again after Veronika. I am 32 years old and I am jewish. Almost all of my family emigrated right after the revolution, some to America and others to Israel under the Return Act. My mother and I stayed in Slovakia due to great worries and uncertainty about what our future could bring for us somewhere in the distant world. Mom refused to emigrate, so my father left us.When we stayed home alone, I was still only a child and I didn't understand what it meant to be jewish. Every christmas i asked my mom why we had such a weird star on our curtain. Or why every day we light one candle on a candlestick during the Hanukkah holiday, which mom called a menorah (seven - armed candlestick - a symbol of the Jewish faith).
My knowledge deepened when i started high school when my mom introduced me to the whole situation and the truth about us. At the time I didn't feel strange or different than my classmates and friends. I did not attach any special importance to it either. I am jewish and that's it. We have only slightly different customs and commandments.I currently correspond with many friends from America and also from Israel. This year while writing this story, I planned to fly to Israel for a week to see my friends, but due to the corona virus crisis, this plan failed.I had to come to terms with this situation and postpone my plan, until the global pandemic disappears. I was born on Eastern Slovakia and I intend to stay here. I have no plans to go live in a different country. The name Jude was given to me by my parents after my grandmother. I used our surname Lowestain as a maiden name and my mother and I were the last here in Slovakia, who had such a surname. After the emigration of all of my family members, such a surname didn't appear here in eastern Slovakia at all. Of course, after my wedding I changed my last name, but since I want to remain anonymous, I won't reveal it. As I already mentioned at the beginning, I have no other writing ambitions, I have only felt for a long time that I had to speak or rather write a story about my very good friend named Veronika. And i decided to call this book or rather a short story after her- a story based on real events. Maybe this story will appeal to several women with a similar fate and give them the strength to overcome their current state, which could be called hopelessness, despair or in a sense, slavery. I offer you a view of the world of women who, despite their love and devotion, find themselves in hell itself. So the main protagonist of the story is my friend Veronica. Slim brunette with long hair, with a childish facial expression, a very pretty woman of medium height and a woman with a loving nature. Her heart has so much love that she can supply the whole world with kind words. But her loving soul was swept away by hell itself to the bottom of a boiling cauldron. So dear readers, I present to you my first book – Veronica. Veronica was only seventeen years old when, in addition to high school, she worked in a shopping center in Michalovce. This step was necessary as her parents were unemployed. The main cause of their difficulties and decline was their sudden deteriorating health. Veronika also went to work during the week after school in the afternoon and on weekends. The money that she earned went mainly to the household and living for her and her parents. She could seldomly afford to buy something more beautiful and better for herself. Her youth was marked by fatigue from work and loneliness. As the only child of her parents, she always wanted to have siblings, but the parents could not have other children, so she remained an only child. As her best friend, I always tried to support her when she needed it the most in her life. I was her weeping willow, but also a sister she never really had. Her bitter destiny touched me so much that I decided to write a short but concise story about her secret and unrequited love. With her permission, I will describe the event, which took place only recently after so many years of suffering and the search for Leny. The day for which some people would be willing to die for, has come. Veronika spent one day and one night with her past and her unfulfilled love, which she lost many years ago. Perhaps for some, her emotional outburst and subsequent behavior would mean infidelity, betrayal, or audacity towards a partner with whom she should lead a moral and orderly married life. But this story is a reflection of the real motivations that people who are very emotionally based have. They often move in our vicinity, but we don't notice them at all or we simply overlook them. But before we start criticizing and alienating them, we should look at ourselves and think about how we would handle the situation. If our feelings are sincere and cannot be completely controlled, it is possible that we will get a little out of the way and only then will we look around and torment ourselves with remorse. It is up to each of us to decide how we will deal with such a thing.
Leny
Leny stood on the shore of a rocky beach, watching thoughtlessly the water level, which was rippled by a stronger wind. It was October 2020 and autumn was already fully manifested. There was no living soul anywhere around. It was Sunday, not Leny's favorite day. After a long wait, he began to die of uncertainty as to whether his dream would come true. He thought that he might have to wait a few hours. He stepped forward and began to walk slowly on the gravel surface along the water. He felt something strange in his stomach. It could be compared to the feeling he had with his first love, which he couldn't even remember. Oh, Leny ...! He has already been divorced for five years, is in his forties and is currently in a long-term relationship. The day he had been waiting for so long, has finally arrived. He doubted at times that he could do it, and considered the impact it would have on his conscience and commitment to fidelity. But, he felt he had to take that risk. After all, it is nothing at all, just a meeting in nature by the water. Perhaps it will not be so difficult given his peaceful nature. As he walked slowly over the small stones, he felt calmer. Staying by the water always calms him down, so he had to walk many times during the working days to regenerate himself mentally. The sad past of an unhappy marriage made him a bit of a man of prejudice. However, they all disappeared once in one evening, when he was contacted by a long-time colleague from the shopping center where he worked as a member of SBS in 2005. At that time, he had been married to his now ex-wife for a year. It is true that they were quite in a hurry to get married, as he was convinced at the time that he had met the right one. However, he did not notice one of the eyes that often watched him. Eyes full of hope and hidden love. Beautiful dark eyes that showed signals of sympathy, astonishment, attraction and love.Blinded, Leny falls into disaster, and although he already has two beautiful daughters from his first marriage, the marriage did end in disaster. The wife succumbed to alcohol, and after eight years of cohabitation,they divorced, which did not surprise Leny's vicinity at all. Leny looks very good for his age, maybe even ten years younger. He doesn't even drink, which is reflected in his youthful appearance. When Veronika first mentioned him to me, she was only seventeen years old and worked alongside the school as a cashier in a shopping center. Her life was already a pain in those days. Luck was never on her side, not even in Leny's case. She was always looking forward to work because she always knew exactly when Leny would be there. She watched him on successful interventions if a daredevil was found who was brave enough to decide to steal something. But Leny only noticed her occasionally and gave her only a momentary smile. Her girlish love remained unfulfilled. On an ordinary Monday, Leny came to see Veronika and addressed her for the first time:
"Miss, hello. Today, we are ordered to randomly inspect employee's lockers. It is ordered by our director. Please can you open your locker and show me your stuff? "
Veronica lost her speech ... but with joy in her heart that Leny had finally addressed her and looked her straight in the eye, she opened her locker. She picked out a small bag from it and put everything on the table in the SBS room.
"Here you go, that's all I have here today. Did something happen? Why do you have to control us? " She was smiling at Leny as she was putting her things away. Lenny didn't react much, only returned the smile and added:
"It's all right, thank you for your cooperation. No, nothing happened and you can go back to the cash register. "
Veronica put her things in her locker and returned to the cash register. She was in a kind of trance all day. Her work went hand in hand, and she had a strange smile on her face that the girls in love had before their near adulthood. Finally …
Veronica
An unsuccessful marriage marked her, from which two healthy children arose. A boy and a girl. A similar fate befell many girls, or rather women, who were very desirable. Pretty women are unlucky, and in the very short time after the wedding, tyrants, ruthless, violent or inattentive primitives become out of their dream princes. I could philosophize about this phenomenon on another hundred pages, but I do not want to dissect this matter in a short story. Shortly after her thirties, Veronika regretted the day she married her husband. Somehow she found herself one day with her children at her mother-in-law's. And on that day, her hell began. Veronika didn't expect anything like that, she hadn't noticed a single hint before. After losing both of her parents, she became more and more introverted. Days began to flow that no longer brought her joy, not even the smallest things could bring her joy. No one in the immediate family said a single kind word to her. Nobody told her anymore that they loved her. No one gave her hope anymore for a nice and happy life. After many phone calls and occasional meetings with Veronika, I began to write down some obscene scenes and conversations between her and her mother-in-law and her husband. Here in Trebišov City there is a home district, where basically everyone knows everyone. Rumors spread at rocket speed. Veronika sometimes wrote me a message on Facebook even at night, when she felt very mentally unstable. I had to support her at least this way, because it was clear to me that it was only a step towards disaster. Only responsibilities, the limitations in the house of her mother-in-law's, insults and humiliation became part of her daily life. I present you one of our many Facebook conversations that took place between me and Veronika at one o'clock in the morning.