Dada 33

 She added up what her bill would come to, then took out her purse and placed enough money to cover the exact amount , including the tip, on the table in front of her. Just then, her first course arrived, which she wolfed down very quickly.

‘I wear blue because it symbolises the mixture of all our blood .’ She said.

‘ Our lady wore blue did you know that ?  Did you know your grandfather  was devoted to our blessed mother even though he was a communist ? He was sick of the divisions on this island that came from so called pure blood.’

I continued with my soup. What was she shouting for? She reminded me of Dada.

‘We are all of us of the mix’ she said.

‘I know what you’re like on the inside’ she said.

I nodded and stirred the liquid and noodles and marinated fish. I thought she was crazy. I also could not help but wonder what she meant.

‘Remember what I tell you’ she said. I nodded again, just to keep her quiet.

While waiting for the next course, she took a blue pencil out of her bag and a magazine that listed the week`s satellite television. Very carefully, she placed a tick beside almost every programme, one by one. Since the magazine was about twelve pages long, she continued her meticulous work  throughout the entire meal.

‘This is how they control us ‘ she said.