I don’t understand!”
“Melina is inside you!” The voice repeated again. With the first ray of sunshine, he heard Melina’s voice:
“What are you doing?” she asked in the lilting voice she used when they slept together and woke up before him. A hundred meters? and energy can turn into anything. In this part of the Sahara, there were no dangerous wild animals, and the kilogram of pistol and cartridges might prove terribly heavy for the last few kilometers. He recalled the aerial battle that for him had just ended in a nameless wadi in North Africa. The convoy they were protecting had just passed the small town of Mechili and had about 150 kilometers to Tobruk, when the Germans appeared. He had to think urgently whether he should choose to parachute or look for a place to land. He suspected it was somehow also made by Melina, specifically, the voice she was talking to, though he couldn’t explain how. “You can go to your friends now,” said Melina. Not that he could fix anything, but just wondering for his own peace of mind. He still wasn’t quite sure if it was real or just a figment of his imagination. Even just the thought of her brought him comfort, so he called to her again with dry lips:
“Melina…”
He felt cool fingers running through his
