Journey of a postcard
in search of recipient
"The life of a postcard like me is in fact very simple: you have to represent only one place for your lifetime, then comes someone who scribbles something very flattering on the back. You also don't need to remember many words (and specially it's not important if they're true). Once arrived at destination, begins immediately the retirement. Maybe in a beautiful perspective, arousing from time to time somebody's curiosity. Or perhaps inside a dark box, together with aged colleagues from all over the world, which have already ceased for years to tell the story of their only journey.
It's true that since a couple of decades by now we feel more and more out of fashion, but after all that makes us feel something special.
So, the matter is all in all pretty simple: someone sends us, someone else receives us. As long as nothing goes wrong.
Well, in my case something went wrong.
It all began five years ago... ...but first things first: I have been regularly purchased in Sydney, and someone has regularly written a few words of joy. Of course the name of the recipient could not be missing, but... ...I don't know why, the address has not been added. And as if that was not enough, I have been forgotten in the hotel.
The authors are simply called Marc and Theresa. Well, I have no idea whether that David was their relative or friend, neither if in the meantime he has been able to meet them personally. However, the message seemed to me such important, that it deserves to be communicated to him, even after five years.
Don't ask me how, but in recent times I did some research on my own about the possible recipients. And I have good reasons for this. Read for yourself the text on the back:
"This is our happiest moment for years, our dream has come true, and it is only thanks to you. For this, we want to share it with you, David".
I said I did some research, finally restricting the circle of potential recipients to three. Now I have to decide who to deliver the message... I mean myself. Even here, don't ask me how I intend to do... I have my own plans about this.
The first pair consisting of a Marc and a Theresa lives in Los Angeles. I contacted them (yes, I'm aware of it; said by a postcard it could seem a little strange, but just trust me), asking if they have been in Sydney five years ago.
They answered yes, so I asked if a person called David had anything to do with their journey. They answered that David is their son, and with his first real salary he gave them this trip as present for their golden wedding, thanking them for all the sacrifices they had made in the past years for paying him the college.
They seemed very happy, adding that they had just become grandparents thanks to David and his wife.
So, this David certainly doesn't need to read this old message.
The second couple lives in Scotland. They are definitely younger than the first couple, perhaps they could be about thirty years old, or little more. I made them the same question, and they answered that they have been in Sydney, not five, but rather three years ago. David is Marc's brother, and back then he studied in Sydney. The two had not been seeing for years, so Marc and Theresa decided to surprise him exactly in this Hotel! Of course they have been very happy to meet.
Unfortunately since then they have not met again.
This is our happiest moment for years, our dream has come true, and it is only thanks to you. For this, we want to share it with you, David.
Marc & Theresa
Los Angeles
This is our happiest moment for years, our dream has come true, and it is only thanks to you. For this, we want to share it with you, David.
Marc & Theresa
..............
Scotland
This is our happiest moment for years, our dream has come true, and it is only thanks to you.
For this, we want to share it with you, David.
Theresa (& Marc)
Brisbane
Queensland
The third story is a bit more strange, and frankly I do not really have a clear idea about it. In fact, they didn't want to tell me anything about, but insisting a little bit, I managed to get a few information. Everything began much before, eight or maybe nine years ago. Theresa is from Brisbane, she was just eighteen years old, she didn't know any Marc, and she fell in love with David, who worked right in this Hotel.
Their relationship lasted for a couple of years, when he broke up with Theresa. She was surprised and came to Sydney, but David didn't want to know anything about her anymore. She stood there a few days, trying in vain to convince him.
The last evening, when she had resigned herself to it, she knew Marc in the hotel bar. He was also drawing a difficult time, they fell in love almost immediately, and exactly five years ago they celebrated their first anniversary in the Hotel.
I don't know what has become of them, neither of David, but I seriously doubt that he would like to receive me (perhaps they left me there only to be found by him?).
Well, just when I was thinking about which of these three Davids bringing my message, a young couple booked the same room. They had just married, and she was pregnant. I heard (...not intentionally, of course...) how they said to be undecided about what name they wanted to give to their son. They wanted to decide at the end of the holiday, but one of the main options was David.
I think if I should leave in three or four months, I should get right in time.
...But where can I get a stamp now?"