The Bipolar Giant, a Living Legend! – Part Four

With two almost grown adults by his side, he was likely looking for something elsewhere. That is how he came to date a charming Ukrainian woman for a few years. His blueish and honest gaze made him embrace the Slavic nations’ dance each time she reached for his hand, she softened his values, his character, and his views regarding borders: he travelled through her eyes, but… There is another side to it. On a fall night, after a few drinks, he struck her with… an identity crisis.

Iris blue eyes became a salty ocean filled with sadness. She responded quickly with more of the same, breaking down demons, she looked away and went to stay with her family… in Toronto.

Once again constrained to an unbearable loneliness, the giant takes the time to gather his thoughts and belongings and find his true north and the strength to love. He gives up… He rolls up his sleeves, re-surveys the territory far and wide, stops for one moment, elbows on knees. He is on the precipice of retirement, struck by the colours of “Laimon Mitris” erupting from every directions. Seized by vitriolic shards of pink sky entering his dilated pupils, he admits to being defeated by his territory. So much torment to come to the knowledge that the territory he cleared, open and inhabited is in him, and that nowhere else does he feel at home.

He dreamt of this land of the wild game when he was insular, but in the end he found so much more; the rebellious hideout, where anything possible is, an enchanting land able to drink in it’s salty tears and turn them into fresh water. A land of abundance to exchange for anything it may lack while dancing in the symphony of nations.

Yet, what did he do with this territory so dear to his heart? Yes, there were indeed upright cities, the sinuous towns, the cliffs with panoramic views, the pathways of secrets as well as the clean working of the land, yet… How many immense crevasses, oppressed coniferous forests, mountain sized landfills as well as the spewing of  tar and black smoke in the race for development consistently making more losers every second, because you’ve never felt so inadequate as when your in a race to resemble the south? He told himself matter of factly, he has a pension to pay to his second wife, the one from the city.

With his head facing North, the magnetic giant now needed to listen to his instincts to live his truth and his northerness. He told himself he had to pay his ex-wife a pension, the city one.

He was disappointed in his father for hiding the fact that he was making money on the back of this territory that he didn’t really even know, in order to pay back creditors for an infinitely large amount of dept. But, you have to be imaginative, show proof of joyful creative delinquency to belong to oneself, while putting an end to certain toxic relationships that exsanguinate his territory, and himself by extension.