CLOUDLET

TSVETAN: Who knows what is in it? Ha, who writes letter any more, may be only the OldMac. Every week he was writing to someone, such fat envelopes as this one. May be it is from him. Looks like he got lost our pal, I hope nothing bad happened to him, I hoped he would be back by now. But if he were back, he would have called, he would have come to the pub to get a shot of shlyokavitsa. He just learned “vicious”, said it reminded him of Valko. (shakes head) “S” for “Stavri” and “salad”, it was easy to remember, he said. Listen Tsranka, leave this bread to get a rest and rise by itself, I need a salad and a shot of vicious brandy, as I do feel down. Gosh, where did my entire company go, one after the other all gone…

(Tsranka brings three plates, three glasses of brandy and three forks and puts them on the table silently)

TSVETAN: What, are guests coming that you put the table for three?

(Tsranka silently wipes her eyes, takes the letter and leaves. Enter Grandpa Kosta and Danche both sprinkled with white powder. Grandpa Kosta is dressed in soldier’s uniform, on which his medals glitter and brings a small cushion with Grandpa Tsvetan’s medals. Danche holds in her hands his postman’s hat. They smile and sit on both sides of Tzvetan. He frownes a little at first, shrugs, forks an appetizer, drinks a sip of brandy. He put the glass on the table, looks around and smiles too.)

Scene IX

(Enyo stands alone against the background of translucent curtain depicting Chillon Castle. Beside him on a high table lays the envelope of the letter that Grandpa Tsvetan was planning to bring him. Enyo reads aloud.)

ENYO: My dear Enyo, although this letter is written by me, it will be forwarded to you by my lawyers. They are waiting for you at the address below with the contract we talked about. You go, you find them and you start. I will not be there, but it does not change anything.

(Enyo lowers the page and looks into the audience) Sure, sure, “does not change a thing”, I go, I kick the door and become the boss as a grandma said so, in fact a grandpa in a skirt. (continues reading) As we agreed, you will bring a letter to my granddaughter Despina. You can open it, to avoid any kind of Hamlet’s doubts, it contains only the following: "Caelum, non animum, mutant, qui trans mare currunt." ** That means “He who goes across the sea changes only the sky and not his soul.” I hope it is the same with you. For more, see Horace.

Sincerely trusting you…

(Enyo folds the letter and puts it back in the envelope.)

ENYO: Also verbose as always, also eloquent, also putting all dots on “i”-s and crossing all “t”-s…

(takes out second envelope and reads the name of the addressee)

Despina Mac ... Mac ... No, this is unutterable in any language. Let it be, Despina OldMac. So what, if nothing else, at least I will learn her grandfather’s name and the documents about Cloud