Piece 2 of Life as a Mosaic: Ella and the traveller
Brigitte Deneck 5.30. Ella is lying on the sofa, about to fall asleep in front of the TV. It is raining today. The delivery is late. The bell rings. That must be it. She gets up and opens the door. In front of her a young man stands, carrying a rucksack on his back. Will she just close the door? She looks at him and while she listens to his first words, she remembers the baseball bat in the garage - to defend herself if she must. He is wearing a badge. Time to say: “Sorry, I don’t need anything. Thank you.” and close the door. Yet she doesn’t. His tone catches her attention: “Could I show you what I have? This, this and this: sponges, towels, some utensils. It’s a bit difficult at the moment, especially when you have a criminal record.” “What did you do?” “Do you you really want to know? There was a group following me like they were going to beat me up. I reached home and took an iron bar. The police caught me with it and I was arrested. I got 3 months jail. Prison changes things you