WITH THE WIND...
The first days of the New Year were unusually quiet and
peaceful on the Stewart Island.The summer had a very special shade,gentle and
without a wind.It was this what Tadek Vangard liked the best:no wind! In
Wellington it was always the opposite,always the wind.There he had to adjust to
it and here,on the Stewart Island,he could just enjoy many days without it.
He wanted to feel himself careless and he did so.Of course,he knocked into the
minds and hearts of his family members and his friends with his thoughts.He
wished them the best.He was certain they managed their lives at least
satisfactorily.A stone was gone away from his heart ever since he learnt his
best friend,Steven Mac Dantosch,proved his innocence and was no longer a
fugitive.There was some concern when he thought about his two years younger
brother,Robert,who was struggling with his alcohol addiction.Despite it he was
certain his brother will have a victorious hand in that regard and once it will
become a fact nothing will stand against a happy life within his immediate
family.He promised to himself he will help financially his younger brother as
soon as he will get in touch with him.He was not concerned about his older
brother,Marek,knowing of him that he was a successful businessman.In fact they
cooperated together.There were still containers coming to Poland from China,yet
from the time he stayed in the “Kingdom of the Middle”,as China was known a
long time ago,before the communists got to power.Yet thinking of themselves as
the people of the central part of the world remained in the Chinese heads.Some
containers were sent to his brother from New Zealand,too.The business seemed to
be prosperous.He did not have to be worried about money at all.The strangest
thing was the New Year itself.It was already 1993. God,how the pace of time was
fast! The communism was already gone from all European countries east of the
European Union,which now knocked on the door of that exclusive club.Everybody
knew final reuniting of Europe was possible only after joining it by the
countries which were suppressed by the Soviet Empire for long decades.Nobody
questioned it would and should happen within the next decade.Optimism beamed
from every corner of the old continent,except of Jugoslavia where the Serbian
leader,Milosevic,and a number of other Serbian nationalists,including Karadzic
and Mladic,engaged in a bloody ethnic cleansing,in the name of the so-called
Greater SerbiaThere was a suspicion,however,the ethnic Albanians in Kosovo had a
similar aim of creating a so called Greater Albania.Whatever was the real truth
there should have never happened what happened any other way than by the means
of democratic tools.In the meantime the biggest lossers of the moment were the
Muslim people of Bosnia where similar methods were used against them as Adolf
Hitler's army did during the second world war.Random killings and concentration
camps were a slap in the face of the last decade of the twentieth
century.Sarajevo was on fire and looked more and more like a ghost town,bringing
memories of yet another European capital ,Warsaw,who was a ghost town of all
times in the imediate aftermath of the II world war.
On the third day of the New Year Tadek Vangard decided to telephone to his older
brother,Marek Vangard.The afternoon was already ending and the sun looked like a
monumental red ball,nearly falling on the land of mother Earth.After the call to
his brother he planned to phone to the rest of his family.He wondered why he did
not do it earlier.Perhaps because he was so much out of touch with everything.He
was a man thrown by the fate to a wanted unwanted piece of land,somewhere on the
outskirts of the world.It had to have some influence on his psychic behaviour.
He reached for the phone and dialled the numbers to his brother.
-“Hallo?”- he heard the voice of Maria,the wife of his brother.
-“Hello Maria.It’s me,Tadek.Happy New Year to you and Marek! What’s
-“Hello Tadek.It’s a pity you didn’t call earlier.Marek is here.I give him
to you.”- She interrupted him instead.Besides,her voice was strangely
sad,strangely too sad.
It made Tadek Vangard shiver and he felt instantly something was not the way as
it should be.What was it?
-“Tadek?”-He heard the voice of his brother.
-“Happy New Year,Marek,to you and Maria…”- Tadek Vangard hurried with the
New Year wishes.
-“Tadek?”- He heard again unnatural voice of his brother.There was
definitely something strange.It irritated him.
-“What?”- He just asked.
-“I have a very bad news,Tadek.”- He heard his brother to say.
-“I hope not that bad!”
-“No Tadek,very bad. Robert…”
-“Oh,Marek,don’t say that Robert divorced or something like that…”-
Tadek Vangard shivered like an epileptic from anxiety.
-“No Tadek,it’s even worse…Robert…”
-“Oh God,what’s Robert?…”- Tadek Vangard nearly shouted,feeling this
time something was real terrible.He nearly panicked.The voice of his brother
sounded so low,so resigned,so liveless…
-“Robert…died!”- He heard finally the worst,something what have not
crossed his mind even a moment earlier.Yes,his brother might be divorced but...
The handle fell down to the floor.Tadek Vangard stood without moving like if he
became totally paralysed on the spot,he only moved with his lips trying to say
what he just heard was not true.Perhaps it was a dream in the worst nightmare he
ever had.He had to wake up.He tried to do it.But it was impossible.Despite that
he lived in the world in which everything was possible this,the waking up from
the nightmare,was indeed impossible.He was realising it was not a dream,it was a
reality,a cruel one but reality.He managed to bring one hand to his lips and
still stood as if he were spell-bounded into a stone figure.He was saying
"no" with every piece of his thought.It could not be.Robert was too
young to die.Only twenty nine years old.It could not be.Yet there was the handle
on the floor which remained him of the cruelty of reality at that moment.He was
somehow gathering his thoughts,despite the ultimate shock he felt within
himself.He felt as if part of his mind and part of his body as well were chopped
away,as if part of his identity and part of his entire being were taken away
What an agony was it!
Yet he searched with his thoughts within his mind.How was it possible his
brother died? Was he killed?
He felt as if some sort of alarm bell rang within his mind.He went back within
his mind to all the facts from the time he emigrated out of Poland.He was
threatened by Carlos numerous times,he was threatened also by Andreyev
Golubin,the KGB spymaster and his people indirectly.They must have taken their
revenge on his family! Robert paid the price with his life! His mind now worked
furiously.If his brother was killed he had to try to solve the puzzle.He reached
for the handle.
-“Marek,are you still there?”- He asked.
-“Yes,Tadek.I was already worrying something bad happened to you.”
-“Marek,please,narrate to me every single detail how did it happen…The
Robert’s death,I mean…”- He asked.
His brother began to do it,he narrated about Robert’s coming home from
Belgium,his problems with his wife and finally the fatal day when he went to the
Parkova restaurant and got drunken in the company of some Russians…”
-“You said ‘Russians’? Did I hear it correct,Marek?”- Tadek Vangard was
never so nervous as just at that moment.He was now convinced the death of his
brother had to do something with that mysterious Russians.
-“Yes,Tadek.In the company of the Russians.”- He heard his brother say.
-“Marek,I beg you tell me every single detail about the Russians.I suspect
they actually killed our brother.”- He shared his thoughts now with Marek
-“Tadek,what are you saying! Everybody knows he died because he hit the stairs
with the back of his head!”- His brother objected.
-“But…it might have been consequence of a devil's plot.Remember that the
people who were after me,Carlos and the Russian spies,threatened to takke a
revenge.They finally did it,on our brother! I’m getting more than sure about
it with every split of a second!”
-“It’s indeed strange,that affair with the Russians.We never had Russians in
our village and suddenly so many at one time…”- His brother began to narrate
everything what he knew about the Russians,especially the moments before the
-“You say,Marek,Robert drank Smirnov,the Russian vodka with them?”- Tadek
Vangard again interrupted his brother.
-“Have you,have anyone checked the contents of that vodka? Heavens,they might
have poisoned him! They might have intoxicated him! They might have put some
chemical agent into it! They might have treated him with a one hundred percent
volume of a pure alcohol,or even might have added into it something what
multiplied its negative influence! Remember that he always managed to get back
home.Only not then,that fateful and dready day when he dealt with them,the
mysterious Russians.It’s a murder,Marek.I’m more than sure about it.I beg
you,try to recollect some more details.Was anything found on the table? I mean
the table at which he sat with the Russians.”
-“Not much,Tadek,was found.There were a few pieces of paper in the
asthray,with the names of the Russians printed on them and a sentence which
meant Red Devils,in Russian naturally.”
-“Something else?”-Tadek Vangard shivered again like if the Russians
themselves this time threw him into a fridge.
-“One piece of paper was split so badly into smaller pieces that nothing could
be understood from them.”
-“Marek,please,tell me at least a bit what was on them.Perhaps there is the
key to solving the puzzle.”
-“Well,I try,but am not sure whether I can succeed.There were fragments of
some writing such as:’yev’,’Gol’,’Andre’ and yet one more scratch of
writing which I can’t recollect.”
Tadek Vangard,naturally,was totally pale and shivering uncontrollably.
-“Was it ‘ubin’,Marek?”- He asked with unnatural voice.
-“Oh,yes,Tadek.I remember it now.It was indeed,’ubin’,Tadek”
-“Then,Marek,you don’t have to tell me more.I know for sure what happened to
Robert.He was murdered!”
-“I don’t understand.How can you explain it.”
-“Simple.No Sherlock Holmes is needy for it.The pieces of the split paper
prove it.The Parkova restaurant we are so familiar with since our childhood was
a stage for murdering our brother for...Andreyev Golubin,the KGB spymaster and
certainly one of the influencial people within the Russian spy agency
now.Look,we have the pieces:-yev-Gol-Andre-ubin.Put them in right sentence and
you have the right full name:'Andreyev Golubin'.He hated me beyond whatever to
say,because I passed the strategy Beehive into the hands of the Americans and
the outcome was a total embarassment of the Soviet Union on the world stage and
its fall in the end...”
There was a long silence on the other end of the telephone line.
-“Heavens,you’re right,Tadek.”- He heard his brother finally.
-“Marek,what happened with that pieces of paper? They’re a tremendous
-“They’re as other things found on the table are at the prosecutor’s
office.I’ll go there yet tomorrow and tell them about our findings.”
-“You can do it but…nothing can be done beyond this.The Russians are
certainly gone and Andreyev Golubin would laugh off anyone who would suggest the
complot to him.”
-“Poor Robert! The Russians are indeed gone.Nobody knows about their
-“Marek,I think they left the pieces specially,for us to decode them and
especially for me.They wanted us to know they did the revenge.We know it now and
I suspect they might do a revenge again.”
-“Absolutely! Marek,please,warn evcery single person in our family.Let them
know what really happened to Robert and let them realize the same might happen
also to them.No talking to strangers and especially no talking to the
-“I’ll do it,Tadek.You take care,too.”
-"I feel faulty,Marek.It's because of me Robert is dead."-Tadek
Vangard expressed his feelings with a weak voice.
-"No,Tadek.Not because of you! Because of the circumstances you were thrown
to at that time,the time of the rivalry among the special services in the East
and West.You could do nothing about it."
-"I know it,Marek,but I still feel terribly uncomfortable.He might have
lived! He should have lived!"
-"Take care of yourself,Tadek.We are also suffering,all our family.It will
take time to heal the wound."
They chatted a bit longer,both devastated with their findings and then bod
farewell to each other.
Tadek Vangard did not know what to do with himself.He did not come to the dinner
table,had a long nightmare at night and the next day left early in the morning
leaving only a note behind himself in which he announced the news about the
death of his younger brother.
He was consumed by qualms of conscience all that time.If not the strategy
Beehive his brother would be alive! If not the adventures with the Soviet spies!
He felt himself as if he were one of the two brothers,Abel and Cane,the one who
killed his own brother.He could not imagine he would ever be able to get over
with his qualms.They pierced every piece of his body and his soul.He felt as if
a lion attacked him in a Safari lowland and dealt with him violently the way as
the beasts do.But he was still alive and suffering so much.
He found himself on the top of Mount Anglem.As so many times before.But this
time so early.The sun was just rising to his daily tour.It was then,on the top
of the Mount Anglem when he pressed palms of his hands to his face and began
crying,while being sure nobody witnessed him but God Allmighty.
-“It happened because of me,because of me,because of me…”- He repeated
constantly.The rays of the sun began to beam brilliantly at the nature of the
planet and he felt some of the rays beamed at him,too.
Something was also happening within his own mind.There were some rapid
impulses,some sort of inner rays spreading all over his self being.Was it the
return of the sixth sense he has already once expierenced when he learnt about
the good fortune of his best friend,Steven Mac Dantosch? The inner rays warmed
him up and beamed even more brilliantly with every passing moment.It was
something new he never expierenced before.He began to pray to God on behalf of
his dead brother.He even spoke directly to him in his preayer,asking him for
It was then when a miracle happened within his mind.
A fountain of light spread all over it and he saw…Robert.He was smiling to
him,and so young,forever young!
-“Tadek,throw away the qualms of your conscience.You’re innocent.Don’t cry
for me,because I’m happy here in the Kingdom of God.Bye,Tadek.”
-“Bye,Robert.”- Tadek Vangard whispered.
As suddenly his brother appeared in his sixth sense so suddenly he
disappeared.Yet the fountain of light still beamed within his mind and he could
now witness what really happened with his brother before he died.And then new
images appeared,the ones which concerned his future and the future of the people
he dealt with.He learnt from them there was still a bed of thorns ahead in his
and his friends' lives.But this time he would be protected by his sixth sense.It
was sure he aquired one.He knew also he decided something what would become
crucial to his life.
-“I’ll fight till the last breadth of my life! I’ll become a warrior! One
against the evil people and all those who are cancerous to the free spirit of a
human mind and human life! Gone with the wind are the times when I escaped
through my life because of fearing the people who harmed me,one or the other
way!”- He swore in the presence of the sparkling fountain of beams within his
He has gone to the Halmond Bay yet the same day and when he returned and
appeared at the door before the Maori family,they really made big eyes.They knew
him as the one with long hair and a beard and now they saw him as a quite
handsome young gentleman with short hair and no a trace of his beard.
He announced to them he is leaving soon for Wellington.
-“You see,my life is no longer the same.I became a warrior.I will never
forgive the killers what they did to my younger brother.I’m no longer afraid
of them.I’ll probably even pursue them if it’ll be possible.”- He
explained his decision to Frank and his wife,Eleonora.
A few days later they had a farewell dinner.
-“Tadek,you go to Wellington and what’s then?”- Frank asked at some point
of their discussion.
Tadek Vangard smiled to him and his wife.
-“I think as soon as I have the New Zealand passport I‘ll head for
Europe.”- He announced.
Frank expressed a surprise.
-“It's strange,you wanted always to go to the States.”- He remarked.
-“Yes,indeed.But,you see,I haven’t seen my own family for so long.I desire
to see them.Only then will I decide to go to the States.The land still remains
the promised one,the ideal one.It was there were the modern,liberal order
evolved which gave a way to freedoms the Americans enjoy,still the best
way,better than anywhere elsewhere.”
-“I wish you lots of luck,Tadek.”- Eleonora said sincerely.
-“Thanks a lot my dear friends.”- He answered and really meant it.
Before the rise of the sun the next morning he was gone on his way back to
Wellington.The Maori family still stayed in their beds.And only memories were
left…Just one more episode in his life was gone with the wind...
To be continued…
Author: Thaddeus Hutyra,e-mail: email@example.com
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