Lin The House in Tuscany

The Story of a true Friend
1. Auflage 2023
ISBN: 978-3-7562-8388-0
Verlag: BoD - Books on Demand
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, 640 Seiten

Outrageously wealthy, very successful and dazzling in appearance, this is Leander Brand. He lives a life that others do not even dare to dream of, let alone live! Until one day a letter destroys everything so far! In his search for the truth, suddenly nothing shall be as it seems until now and a deep secret reveals itself to him. There are doors in life that we open, that we can never close again! And this forever!

Marc Lin was born on August 20 in Biel, Switzerland, the younger of twin brothers. Very early he realized that his life belonged to writing. Thus, even as a boy he wrote poems and plays that were performed at school, and yet his passion for writing was often ridiculed. His childhood was hard and his youth was marked by bitter blows of fate. He wrote poems, which can be read in the volumes "only words" and "only words 2", and began to write down the stirring family saga "City in the Dark". Despite some setbacks, Marc Lin never got discouraged and continued to write. He became more and more aware over the years that his purpose in life was writing. The passion and drama of his life are reflected in all his work. Perhaps this is precisely his strength, which makes his stories and especially "City in the Dark" and "A Night Repeats Itself" so humanly close and authentic. Who may enjoy the company of Marc Lin, can feel honored! With his empathetic nature, his life experiences and wisdom, which he selflessly passes on to all souls seeking support, he is one of the few people on this planet who know how to show the true values of a life! And this always with a pinch of humor. To look at the world from the point of view of Marc Lin means to see it with the heart! This is exactly how his books are to be read! Immerse yourself in the world of Marc Lin, and a profound journey begins ... how it can not be more colorful!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Lin, Marc

Leseproben

Chapter 2: The Swan ...

Mutely he looked at the saleswoman and did not bring a sound over his lips, so enchanted, even blown away he was by this natural beauty.

"I should know what you want ... Sir?" she prompted him gently, giving him a look that made him all the more unable to give her an answer.

"He always has a latte macchiato and a hazelnut donut! Just like every day!", a colleague at work explained and smiled.

"Good!" she said, nodding only slightly, and hastily provided these two things. The customers behind him were already showing extreme impatience. She handed him the drink and donat without another word, and just looked at him. He reached into his pocket, paid with a $50 bill, wordlessly just turned around and disappeared as if in a trance.

"Hey mister, you're still getting return money!" she called after him. But Leander did not hear her.

"What's wrong with him today? He's never like that! On the contrary," remarked her colleague, who had been working in the store for five years and had been serving him for a year.

Yes, that's how it was, Leander didn't hear her call, but strode out into the street as if dazed. He looked at the coffee cup and didn't even know how he got to it, much less how the donut ended up sticky in his hands. When he had regained his composure to some extent, he took his day as usual and tried to increase his money, as if he didn't have enough of it already.

Every day now he went rapturously to the bistro and let himself be served by the beauty, every day! And every time he gave her abundant, probably excessive tips. But how disappointed he was when she did not stand behind the sales table as usual. He knew nothing about her, except her first name, and this only because it was clearly written on her name tag, and remained enraptured every day.

At noon in the middle of the week, Alan met with Leander as he always did once a month. This time, however, Leander determined the location of the meeting. So, naturally, he chose the coffee shop, faintly hoping to see her. But as soon as he entered, he realized with disappointment:

"She's not here!" and so he returned with two mugs of coffee as well as two Cesar salads to Alan, who sat patiently at a table in this almost overstaffed bistro. Leander sat down, took a sip of coffee, and poked irrelevantly, even appetitively, at his salad.

"Ahh...you're in love!" suddenly mocked Alan as he gazed into the transfigured eyes of his best friend.

"Certainly not!" he immediately defended himself vehemently.

"Anyone who resists ... has something to hide! My mother always says that!" Alan laughed.

"It's not true!" insisted Leander.

"Tell me ... who is she? The one who so thoroughly turns your head? Who is this wonder woman? Heavens that I live to see this!" the mockery persisted.

"Nobody!", Leander was visibly annoyed.

"Come on, you're not fooling me! I know you!" Alan continued to demand.

"You're fantasizing ... my good man!", Leander continued to defend himself.

"Oh no ... the last time I experienced you like this ... you were so madly in love with ... Donna Elena. Who didn't even look at you! I'm sure you remember!" he laughed mockingly.

"I was 16 at the time! Had no idea about love at all!"

"You don't have them yet today!" laughed Alan almost meanly.

Yes, Leander was so much in love with this girl at the time, who paid him no attention at all, and thereupon vowed to fall in love only with the one and only.

"How could she want me then ... I had as many pimples as a cactus has spines ... my hair, which was greasy and stringy ... stuck to my forehead as if pinned down, and even otherwise ... I was the ugly duckling!" he vehemently objected.

"And today you are a graceful swan and still unloved!" blasphemed Alan.

"Maybe!" said Leander and was actually miffed.

"Look at me! I'm not half as beautiful as you ... but I've laid dozens!" cut in Alan.

"This alone ... is not the way ... that leads to love! Absolutely not!", Leander was convinced.

"Are you still that hopeless romantic who possibly believes in true and upright love?"

"Is it so wrong to believe in something ... which can't be a bad thing?" asked Leander seriously, his face wrinkling thoughtfully.

"I don't know if true love ... is to be taken seriously!"

"It is!" assured Leander.

"But when I see how badly we humans treat this one true love ...", Alan doubted.

"Sure ... how can it germinate there?", Leander pondered aloud, looking at his best friend.

"Alas!" the latter only said and stabbed vigorously into his salad, while Leander rather just poked around.

"Yes, if everyone would take care of the first love worth waiting for! The world would be so much better!" Leander remained convinced.

"Suppose it really existed, this true love ... why ... doesn't it stay? Why doesn't anyone still have their first love? Tell me?"

"I don't know ...", Leander admitted to himself.

"At least tell me ... if you already believe in them!", Alan demanded and stuffed an overflowing fork of lettuce into his mouth, so that it barely fit into his gullet on the left and right. Yes, he even had to help with two fingers to get everything in.

"I can't give you an answer to that either! Unfortunately!", Leander confessed, thinking of the unknown beauty, who seemed even more unapproachable to him in this second than she already was.

"You have to!" urged Alan.

"As I said ... I don't have as much expertise as you, my dear!" this time Leander mocked Alan.

"Experiancen?"

"Experience!" clarified Leander with a grin.

"I may have had one or two more girls than you!" the latter laughed heartily.

"One ... two ... Hugh Hafner is an orphan against you, my best! Your brisk turnover of women is beyond counting! You've had more women than there are jewelry in the window at Tiffany's!", Leander countered.

"Maybe ... that I live his visions!", Alan laughed and didn't take the mocking remarks of his best friend very seriously. Why should he, he was right.

Leander looked at his friend silently and very seriously for a long time, then abruptly asked him:

"Have you ever really loved?" Alan returned his gaze and suddenly became quite somber, the color of his blue eyes changing to gray.

"Yes ... once ..." he revealed hesitantly.

"Really? And who was she?" Leander was amazed.

"Do you remember Cheryl?"

"I think vaguely!"

"Oh! How I loved this girl ... to die I wanted for her! Yes! She was probably the only one ... who could ever open my heart and own it!", Alan confessed, which almost sounded like a confession he admitted to himself at last.

"And what happened ... that she no longer plays a leading role in your life?", Leander naturally wanted to know, sipping his coffee, which had long since gone cold.

"You don't really ... want me to tell you about my love woes now! Do you?", Alan tried to play.

"Of course! Sure ... about everything!", Leander nodded affirmatively.

"Very well ... I warned you ... this story will not be pretty ..."

"I love dramatic love stories!"

"Great, here's one more in your great collection! So ...

I loved this girl... I had never imagined that I could ever love like this. I didn't even know I was capable of feeling so deeply. So unconditionally! Without any question of what was to come and what would be! She chose me ... my heart! Even though I didn't place in a beauty contest, even though I wasn't considered an Adonis ... she chose only me! I felt like I was in heaven! And was sure that it must be the same up there. Loved and safe. Not a minute did I ever want to be without her again. She was my life, my way! At last also my meaning!", Alan told heavily.

Leander watched his best friend and after a little pause and another sip of coffee, noticed:

"You never told me about any of this!"

"How could I? You weren't there!" Alan complained.

"And where was I?", Leander did not understand.

"It was that summer when you were drafted into the military, you remember ..."

"That's right, a whole summer! How long ago that was now! Oh, how time flies!" he nodded.

"Exactly!"

"I don't know how I could have committed myself to this unit in the first place! The biggest mistake of my life!" Leander bitterly admitted to himself.

"Yes! While you were learning to ride, to handle horses ... I got to know her ... as I said ... not an hour should pass without her. We spent the summer together without exception. Every day she was mine! I was as happy as never before in my life! One warm evening, the summer had just said goodbye, the autumn was about to arrive ... I proposed to her ... with my grandmother's ring! She said 'yes' right away ... and I was happy! We got engaged! She was so happy and so was I ... that evening ... and I was indescribably in love!

'Dearest ... I have to go ...', she said to me as we kissed. Passionately! Never again was a kiss as beautiful as this one! I can still feel her lips on mine today!

'Stay ... just a moment ...', I asked her.

'I have an exam to write tomorrow if I want to graduate at the end of the year!' she smiled.

'Sure ... I know ... but I miss you already!' I confessed, pining for her.

'I'll see you again tomorrow ... my love ...' she breathed with a smile.

'I know ... and yet ...', I whispered and kissed her again with passion.

'Don't make my walking so difficult every time!' she complained, tenderly stroking my cheek.

'Just ...', I breathed.

She then got into her father's car, an old red 1987 Alfa Spider. I leaned into the...