We had heard from Lucien that Yula would be in Keno on Monday morning. As usual, he would fill some water jars, have a shower, do his laundry, pick up his mail, and then he would go back to his cabin on Hanson Lake, some miles West of the junction just out of Elsa. About that cabin in the middle of nowhere, a refuge nestled between mountains and lakes, everybody tells lots of beautiful stories.
But meeting someone, in Keno City, would turn out to be other than easy. You can never take anything for granted up here.
But meeting someone, in Keno City, would turn out to be other than easy. You can never take anything for granted up here.
In Keno City there is the satellite connection to operate telephones at home, internet and tv, but outside cellphones do not work. "Since some time there should be an sms service, but I'm not sure if it works with any telephone", explains Mike. That's why meeting someone, in Keno City, works "the old way". And that is: something can go wrong, count on some delay, count on a lot of patience. And fate might help you out. |
And so here we are with 2 missed appointments in less than 4 hours. Half a day of waiting, missed coincidences and passages. But everything leaves a trace, a piece of paper, something written that will remain. The message we had left for Yula in his mail box comes back home on the same sheet of paper, "posted" on the walls of our blue water jars, in order to say "I passed by but you were not in". And Keith's cardboard appears on the front door, just to confirm "I missed you for coffee". Patience, a lot of patience. And half an hour later you can meet Keith for a cup of tea.
While - for Yula - you can't but wait for another week...
While - for Yula - you can't but wait for another week...