"Now, you shall only render unto Eden, my sons."
STOCKHOLM, SCANDINAVIA
All is cold and dark.
I haven't been here, Sweden, in forever. Not since the '90s. Such a thing as traveling to the Nordics was most certainly not on my bingo card for the year, but my wife, Katerina, wanted to go. She had good reason, too: she wanted to have our delayed honeymoon there. Why is a honeymoon of all things delayed, you might wonder? How can such a seminal intro to a marriage be so neglected?
Leadership is why. Both of us were in charge of our respective areas of the world. I, the Americas, the place that has been my home since Napoleon's fall. And her, Galicia, her homeland. We didn't have the time, nor was she sure I was still alive. Not since...well, before we found eachother again. Not since I almost fucking killed myself in her home territory. Not since that point where drugs were now to be purged from my life if I wished to avoid death oncemore. If life were to be a waking heaven, then Datura must become the heretic cast down from high above.
I had seen her again when I had a psychotic break in my impossibly alive Yugo. Of all people, family had caused it. One brother in particular. Me. Apis.
She and I soon reconnected after she saved my life. One more party we went to before our engagement was that of a stranger. Well, more than one. We had seen them, and tried interacting with them. They seemed like nice, fabulous people who were just a bit on the odd side. We had been invited, me especially, for no apparent reason. I suppose the story of a Frenchman who was a bit too involved in war was attractive enough to warrant an invite. They, however, disappeared before I even saw them walk the aisle. They left, and soon ceased to be.
That gave me and Katerina enough time for an engagement, and soon marriage. Now, how does this relate to a delayed honeymoon?
Because the Lord delays all. I suppose our estrangement was for a reason. To thik about whether this was truly worthwhile, and if so, to build up to that. A priest in Mexico once told me the Lord worked in mysterious, almost illogical ways to benefit us. He knew better about him than I did, and his reverence in the community was well deserved for that.
While I still breathe, I hope for the best to come. I suppose that came to be for us.
And I hope it comes to be for the rest of you all.