Tadek Vangard felt he was fed up with his vagabond life,the
constant movement across both Islands of New Zealand with his car,Ford Mondeo.He
dreamt about going back to normal life,to be able to sit down in an apartment or
a house he would rent,and do so for long days,weeks and months.There were
already the last days of August 1992 and the winter was being swept away by the
winds of spring.Oh,he thanked God the winter was finally coming to an end! New
Zealand was relatively a warm country but the winter nights could be deadly.
How many times he shivered from cold he was unable to say.He felt energy was
returning to him,especially in the mornings of the Sun’s beaming rays.They
brought life,enjoyment and optimism to him.They cured the deep wounds in his
body and soul.As deep as a human being could expierence.
He emigrated out of Poland,his native country,in search of freedom
and,instead,had to hide himself.He emigrated to the outskirts of the world only
to realize he did not find peace he was looking for.
Entire world seemed to have forgotten about him.Ironically,except of those who
wanted him dead or mortally wounded.No doubt,Carlos and the guys sent by
Andreyev Golubin,must have sought him over the entire country.They must have
been like vultures which if they caught him would tear him to pieces,without
bothering whether he were alive at that moment.They were like the vultures which
circled around the caves of freedom fighters such as Nelson Mandela and Yaser
Arafat.They had no regard to the sanctity of life at all! They enjoyed killing
and spreading death.
Unfortunately,the world was still full of the messangers of death,from Bosnia
and Kosovo to Israel and Palestine.People did not want to learn to appreciate
each other,to accommodate each other and fulfill one’s desire to live in his
own home,the home of the many levels,from the material one which sheltered him
and his family to the one which embraced entire nation and was called a
country.Why there could be beloved America and no place for Palestine? Why there
could be equally beloved Russia and no place for Chechenya? Why the world seemed
to have been so indifferent? Why the Israelis and Palestinians were so blind
towards each other? Why they did not want to accept each other and reach with
generous hands to themselves? Both nations had equal rights to their nationhood
and peaceful coexistence in the Middle East,yet they played a never ending
deadly game which directed them nowhere.They were Abels and Cains blinded by
hatred! They gave way to violence and terror too easily and the bloodbath on
both sides seemed to have no end.Holly Land of Jerozolima had colour of
blood.Even during the holly days of Jesus Christ's anniversary of birth and His
agony of dying for the sins of people of the world.Bullets and bombs were flying
through God Allmighty who was sitting on his throne there,in the Holly Land,and
looked,with astonishment,at the madness around Him.Who dared they do what they
did! Who dared they do what they did in the Holly Land! The land He chose!
The world was at the crossroads.Tadek Vangard did not doubt it.First the
bolshevism,then the fascism,then communism and finally fanatism yet once again
like through long centuries before,with all its brands.What was wrong with the
human civilisation? Was there a way out? He thought there might be a way out but
only if people will ever want so.Religions in his mind should be split from the
state affairs of any country of the world because it were the religions-as
systems- who breeded fanaticism of all brands.He was not against religions but
he was against using them and implementing them as systems in many countries
around the world.Such countries were as much dangeorous for the world as the
nazi Germany of Adolf Hitler or the Soviet Union which finally was being
dismantled,to the relief of the entire world.He envisioned the world as the one
which would be governed by the forces of liberalism,typical to the one which was
rooted in the United States and much of Europe.Furthermore,he envisioned the
world as one which would respect human rights,freedom and individuality of every
single person.This was the case already in the West.It just needed to be
spread.Yet there was a tremendous unequality in the levels of prosperity around
the world,from malnutrished countries of sub-Saharan Africa to handsomely rich
countries of the first world.There was nothing wrong with the riches of the
Western countries but there was omen simply with underdeveloped regions of the
Could anything be done? Tadek Vangard thought there was a chance.The chance was
as much in free trade and fair globalisation as in a free movement of
international companies across the world and finally,what was the most crucial
matter,in ability for the international companies to be able to move their
headquarters to any part of the world they wished,without being afraid for
sanctions and punishment.This last model,of moving headquarters,was not existent
in any part of the world or just exercised in a minimal way.In the meantime it
guaranteed more justful spread of wealth across the world.If it were
implemented,perhaps Microsoft might move its headquarters to Hungary,Airbus to
Nigeria and Daimler-Chrysler to Mexico…Who knows!!!
At first Tadek Vangard travelled much across the South Island which he regarded
safer than the North Island.He was in Dunedin for some time,in Queenstown and
youth hostels along the Milford Sounds and even came to the Dick Butterby’s
estate once but realised he was away.The lady who looked after his house told
him he was in the States.In May when it became more and more cold because the
autumn was being replayced by winter he decided to move back to the North
Island,promising to himself to be more careful.
Despite it,the first thing he did when he found himself in the vicinity of
Wellington he visited Angela Butterby at the hospital he knew she stayed.It was
the Victoria Hospital in Brooklyn,one of the several Wellington’s districts.He
was thrilled and shocked when he saw her.She was nearly completely paralysed and
grimaced from pain.She could move a bit only her right hand.Tears appeared then
in his eyes.
-“This is because of me!”-He whispered.Despair covered his face.
-“No,Tadek,this is not because of you!”-He heard suddenly.He looked up
towards the bed and noticed Angela Butterby looked at him.He even had impression
she tried to smile to him.He rushed then to her bed side,reached to her hand and
-“Oh,dear Mrs.Butterby,I’m so sad,so thrilled! I can’t express the anguish
for what he,Carlos,did to you! Oh,my,God,why he did it?!…”
-“It’s just a fate,Tadek.”- He heard her say.A nurse came up then to him
and reminded him he had to cut down the visit because for Angela Butterby it was
too much.He gave then a long look at her.
-“Good bye dear Mrs.Butterby.I love you like my own mother! You’ll always
stay in my heart!”- He said to her with all the warmth he could express.She
gave a thankful sign with her hand then.
-“Bye,Tadek,and…be careful!”-She just said.
How many times he had the picture of that meeting before his eyes! He sat at a
side of a river of a lake and he recollected that meeting.He climbed a mountain
he still had her before his eyes.He knew she stayed in him forever.In the
vicinity of Wellington was not only dangerous because Carlos,most likely,might
be there but also because it was too cold and even freezy there,what was caused
by the never ending winds.Nothing strange that Wellington was called Windy
So he just went up north to the very northern part of the North Island and
continued his vagabond life alongside many picturesque towns in the region and
spectacular chain of mountains called Coromandel Mountains which were part of
the same named Peninsula.The biggest town,naturally,was Auckland,not only the
biggest in the region but also for the entire country.Its population numbered
over eight hundred thousand inhabitants.Similarly as Wellington,it was chained
by mountains and seasides around.The lookouts were breathtaking from every
corner of the town.Two long and cold months passed,and finally also August was
passing away,and there were first signs of the spring.How astonishing was it
all! Winter in August and spring in September while there in his native country
it was summer and autumn respectively! If not the cold nights under the open
air,sometimes even freezy and bitter to an unbelievable point he would just be
filled with never ending astonishment.
In one morning he decided he will visit a family of Debbie and Bryan Butterby
who were part of Angela Butterby’s family.He did so and was surprised how
warmly they greeted him.They have already known what happened and now learnt
from him he was a vagabond.
-“No way!You no longer do the vagabond life! You stay with us!”- Debbie
-“But…my presence can bring a disaster to you!”- He weakly protested.
-“Why?”- Bryan Butterby asked,despite that he certainly knew why.
-“Carlos might find me here!”
Bryan Butterby bursted with laugh.
-“No,no way,my dear friend! He won’t find you!”- He simply said.
-“I wouldn’t be so sure…”- Tadek Vangard had a traumatic picture of
Angela Butterby before his eyes.
-“Don’t be afraid.We have another house,a beautiful villa hidden deep in the
Coromandel mountains and yet staying just next to the seaside.No one will ever
find you there.You can stay there as long as you wish!”
Tadek Vangard did not know how to express his gratitude.He had definitely enough
of the vagabond life and he simply dreamt of delicious nights as close to the
fireplace as it might be possible.He was astonished a fireplace could rise to
such a high esteem.But,probably,it was the case with all the vagabonds and
homeless of the world.He accepted their proposal and the next morning they were
on their way to Coromandel.When they arrived finally there,to the villa on the
beach,Tadek Vangard thought he found himself in paradise.Devine blue sky and as
much blue sea in which were mirrored the Coromandel mountains on the far end of
-“God must have done a footstep here!”- He just whispered.Debbie and Bryan
Butterby who heard his remark just smiled to themselves.Their sons arrived with
their wives and children in the weekend.David,the older son of Bryan Butterby
and his wife,Ursule,had two children:five year old Benjamin and two year old
Angus.The other son of Bryan Butterby,Andrew,and his wife,Jenny,had two
daughters,six years old Chelsea and four years old Claire,and also one year old
son,Daniel.The kids were noisy every time a cat,Pathy,approached them.They
stayed rather at the beach side most of the day.In the evening wives of both
sons of Bryan Butterby went to their sleeping rooms with their children and the
rest of the family and Tadek Vangard stayed downstairs in the living room and
listened to a nice music Debbie Butterby played on a stylish,nineteenth
century,mahogany fortepiano.The next day they again enjoyed the beach and
somehow the weekend was soon over.All the Butterby family went back to Auckland
and Tadek Vangard was left alone in the beach house.There was a library with all
sorts of books so,in the case if he had nothing to do or felt bored,he could
always reach for one of the books and enjoy reading it in the peacfulness of the
Coromandel nature.Could there be a more breathtaking peacefulness? It was also
this what he needed,as much as a fireplace he missed so much during his vagabond
life.Days by days passed and he still enjoyed staying in the wonder
house.Sometimes he just sat for hours in the veranda and had a look at the
queen,the nature.New Zealanders had two queens as he once realised,with a smile
in the corners of his mouth.One of the queens was the royal head of the British
monarchy and also of the Commonwealth to which New Zealand belonged,Queen
Elizabeth II.The other queen was the nature of the Coromandel Peninsula.
The following weekend the Butterby family was back in the beach house,together
with children and grandchildren and life pulsed with all its strength once
They watched a movie on TV in the evening when a telephone rang.Debbie Butterby
came up to it and reached for the handle.
-“Debbie Butterby here!”- She said.
She listened and became pale and then more pale on her face with every escaping
second.Her eyes got moistured and then tears were going down her cheeks.
-“God,it can’t be,it can’t be…”- She finally whispered.Then she just
droped the handle and collapsed to the chair.Everybody was already at her side.
-“Debbie,what happened,for God’s sake,what happened?!”-Her husband
demanded while holding her gently on both hands.
-“Emilie…Emilie…”- Debbie Butterby somehow was unable to say what she
wanted to say.It was sure something terrible happened,something what concerned
Emilie,the over twenty five years younger wife of Joseph Butterby.
-“Something bad happened to her? He beat her again?”- Bryan Butterby
-“Emilie is…dead!”- Debbie Butterby finally said and began to cry.Tadek
Vangard thought he was hit by a lightning out of the blue sky,despite that there
was already an evening.He remembered Emilie,from the Christmas party at the
Angela Butterby’s estate.She was one of the most beautiful women,one of great
stature and so young! Especially when compared with her husband,Joseph
Butterby.He knew also,she had a cancer and despite that,she was often mistreated
by her own husband who was rude to her.
-“Debbie,and who spoke to you on the telephone?”- Bryan Butterby asked
gently his wife.
-“He…Joseph…”-She continued to cry.
-“Shit!”- Bryan Butterby cursed.He was also white faced from the agony.
-“What now with their children,James?…Helene?…Agnew?…My God,such small
kids and with no mother…”- Debbie Butterby despaired.
-“We’ll be looking after them.Don’t cry,mommy.”-Both,Ursule and Jenny
tried to calm her down.David and Andrew stood at the window,silent,unable to say
anything from the shock which engulfed them.This family had their new
drama.First it was Angela Butterby,now it was Emilie Butterby.
The phone again began to ring.Bryan Butterby rushed to it.
-“Hallo,Bryan Butterby here.Who’s speaking?…Oh,Herman,hello!…Yes,how
terrible!…Of course! You can be sure!…See you soon!…”
He put aside the handle when he was finished with the telephone conversation.
-“It was Herman…Herman van Veenen.- He announced.- He proposed in case if
there are further problems with Joseph we take his children away from him,with
his consent naturally,and bring them up.”
Debbie Butterby already did not cry but she still loked devastated.
-“That’s good,Bryan.At least this can we make for poor Emilie!”
The evening was ruined and there was nothing else left as going to the sleeping
rooms what everyone did.All the family Butterby was gone in the morning.Tadek
Vangard in the meantime had again two long days of meditations and decided
enough was enough.He spoke with Bryan Butterby on the telephone and let him know
he goes away just in case if something terrible might happen again,this time
because of his presence.He will participate at the funeral and then leave.He was
very sad when he looked at all the members of Angela Butterby’s family who
arrived for the funeral from all corners of New Zealand.Even Dick Butterby,the
oldest son of Angela Butterby was present.
Raquel Hendriks,Tadek Vangard's girlfriend just a year earlier,pretended not to
see him.It was the least of a problem to him because the love he once felt to
her was gone away like a morning mist which evaporates to the sky.But why she
have not looked at all at Johan Dandermond? Was their relationship also
finished? No,he preferred not to think about it at such an event.
He,however,felt himself devastated by the suffering of all the other members of
the Butterby family and could not simply look at the tragic expressions on the
beautiful face of Helene Van Veenen and especially at her reddened eye sockets
which proved she must have cried a lot.He felt himself devastated even more by
the realisation of what Angela Butterby must have been going through because of
her unability to attend the funeral.
Emilie,the rose of the Butterby family,stayed in the hearts of all of them and
they knew she was gone to God's embrace.
One thing Tadek Vangard could certainly do for them was to wish them all the
best and no more dramas.He did it with all his heart…
To be continued…
Author: Thaddeus Hutyra,e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org
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