Bringing Sara and Jane together.
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It’s daytime and I find myself at an airport with my wife and her family we have just arrived at our destination and are about to pass through customs controls.The country we have arrived in has a feel of an Eastern European country about it although it also feels very much like an original dream country in its own right.
There are two queues of people all lined up waiting to pass by a small customs booth, each of these desks has a man stood behind them in dressed in official uniform. I am aware that the man controlling the papers of the right hand side queue is extremely strict and authoritarian whereas the official in the cabin on the left is much more friendly and approachable....unfortunately for me I’m in the right hand side queue and start to feel very tense as I get closer to the intimidating official.
As we all wait in line I tell my wife not to forget to take her half of her residency card knowing that this will be an important form of identification whilst we are visiting the new country and also that it will be necessary when it comes the time to pass back through the customs when we leave.
I also ask my wife about the local currency and if we have any money, I tell her that we mustn’t forget to change some money before we leave the airport.
I’m starting to get quite anxious as it gets closer to being my turn to pass through the customs, then just at the last moment the group in front of me gets stopped by the stern customs official and taken to one side for some kind of body search, questions or security matter. I can’t really tell what their discussion concerns all I know is that it creates a bit of a distraction allowing me to hop over to the more pleasant left hand side queue where I instantly feel a lot happier and calmer.
I pass through customs very easily the official on the left is very friendly and doesn’t even really look at my papers but when I get through to the other side the stern official catches me and beckons me over to him, even though he is busy with another group he asks me to show him my passport.
I take it out feeling a little nervous but confident that everything is in order, he takes the passport and flicks through the pages of the small booklet silently. I can easily see the contents of my passport from the angle where I am stood (I sort of have the officials view if that makes sense). I see that nearly all of the pages have been stamped with one stamp or seal that looks the same, this puzzles me a little as I can’t ever recall visiting so many places in the past and especially not repeated visits to the same country?
The last one or two pages of the passport are blank leaving some space free for a few more visits to wherever I wish. The official seems content about the passport and lets me go on my way, but before doing so he says something cautioning me about traveling with a passport full of stamps and that I should perhaps think about getting a new one.
My wife is waiting for me over by the bureau de change I head on over to her feeling very happy that I got through customs okay, my wife’s family have all headed off by themselves to visit the new country leaving just my wife and I free to go off and explore together.
I ask my wife if she remembered to change some currency and she says yes and that she changed 1000 euros, knowing this makes me feel extremely happy as I know that this will be more than enough money to tide us over for the entirety of our stay.
The currency is most unusual and can only be changed at the airport by people visiting from abroad, the local currency is called “Skarma” or “Scharma” and all of the paper notes are purple in color (the name skarma reminded me very much of the word “Karma” and probably does fit in with that line of thought I feel). I’m also aware that the currency cannot be taken out of the country on departure either and must be declared and changed back or returned before leaving.
We both get into a white hatchback car waiting outside and set off to a holiday home we will be staying in whilst on vacation and visiting this interesting land. My wife drives the car (which didn’t feel like a control thing and actually felt quite positive) whilst I sit as a passenger or almost like co-pilot offering directions, guidance and chit-chat, I feel very comfortable in my seat and as if we are about to set off on a bit of an adventure.
The first few miles of road that leads out from the airport into the countryside is made up from regular tarmac which has lots of large blue gravel like stones embedded in it, this intriguing and pretty road surface offers excellent grip and traction, I have a feeling that the blue stones or chippings are almost jewel like and possess special properties.
After a while the blue stoned road gradually fades away leaving a regular road which leads off up into some twisting hills and mountains. I have the vague thought that the blue stones are either very expensive or quite rare and can’t be used on every stretch of road so are just used in the places where it is necessary.
The road that leads up into the grassy hills and mountain is very winding and twisty it also seems to narrow quite a bit too there are also no road markings or plastic bollards indicating where the edge of the road is which makes the going a little treacherous considering the height and some of the drops down off the side of the mountain.
We must be quite high up and near the summit as there is a little low cloud or mist but nothing that hinders us or our visibility. Suddenly the rear right wheel of the car steps out off the road and skids in some dusty dirt making the car spin and almost topple off the edge of a cliff down into a ravine or quarry. My wife’s driving is very good and the accident is more due to the fact that the road has no markings or indications of where the turns are.
My wife stops the car as the back end hangs precariously over the cliff, she’s a little shaken so I decide to get out and take control of the situation by picking the car up off the ground with my wife still inside and carry it down the other side of the mountain holding it above my head, I felt incredibly strong at this point and it was a very easy thing to do.
I nimbly hop down the other side of the mountain and when I reach the bottom and gently place the car back onto the road. My wife beckons me to get back in and join her but before I do so I spot some money lying on the floor, it’s a purple paper note of the “Skarma” currency and its value is 10.
At first I think what luck and nearly pick it up but then I reflect on the poor local that has lost it and who is probably searching for it. In the end I decide against taking it besides I also then remember the rules about taking money particularly stealing in this country which seem quite strict, anyway after all we changed plenty of money for our stay here so ten skarma won’t make that big a difference.
I then start to pick up on the fact that the rest of the world sees this country as being very poor and backwards but now that I am here I realize that the country is actually very successful and quite self sufficient, I feel that this fact would surprise a lot of people back in the world or country we have both come from.
I get back into the passenger seat of the car and we head off to our holiday home destination. After a short while of driving we arrive at a kind of boarding or communal house, the exterior and interior is mainly decorated in a fresh white colour with simple furnishings which gives the place an airy peaceful feeling.
We both go into a tranquil lounge come dining area which is used for eating and general relaxation, this room has some large glass patio doors overlooking a pleasant little green garden with lots of shrubs, it looks vaguely familiar I feel although I can’t place it.
A man with black slicked back hair and a dark neatly cropped beard a bit older than the both of us perhaps in his mid forties comes over to greet us, he seems quite serious with deep piercing eyes, he has a sort of mysterious look about him part of which makes him seem very religious something like a guru but something else which makes him look like a magician.
He hands us both two books as a kind of welcoming present, the two small books are religious in nature just like a bible and one of them seems to represent the holy book that is used in his particular world or country whereas the other holy book is meant to be the one adhered to in the world my wife and I have come from. The man has had the book from his country translated so that we can read it easily.
The one principle religion adhered to by the inhabitants in the man’s world is called “Sara” and the main creed that the populace worship from the reality or dimension that my wife and I have come from is called “Jane”. The man explains that important people belonging to our two worlds are working very hard in the background to harmoniously reconcile these two religions with the aim of unifying them and making them one.
Additional Comments:
I haven’t a clue what the female names are meant to symbolize in relation to religion?