Author's Note: I went
to a school here in Atlanta that is for refugees. They had asked me to
write a story about the gypsies, or Roma, as they are called now.
Apparently there is a lot of cruel treatment by the Bosnians towards the
gypsies or Roma. So I wrote this and went and told it at the school to all
the different classes. In it, I try to show that there is good in them and
stop this horrid treatment of others because they are of a different
race....
The leaves on the trees jiggled as a cool breeze blew down the
mountainside. A fire crackled and popped, sending tiny, glowing, pieces of
wood into air.
Tem sat on a rock staring into the
fire; his large, brown eyes sparkled as the flames were reflected in them.
His bare feet were caked with mud and tapped softly to the beat of the
fiddle music.
As his grandfather played, the rest
of his family danced around the fire, laughing merrily. Bright yellow,
orange, and green dresses whipped the air as the women and young girls
skipped about between the men. Tem smiled. He thought his sisters looked
sweet, dancing around the caravan.
They were all having a grand time;
everyone but Tem. He sighed and brushed his cocoa-brown hair to the side
with his hand.
Then he stood up and wandered into
the forest. The smell of ciorba de perisoara (a soup with meatballs) that
was bubbling away in a huge, black pot seemed to follow him, trying to
lure him back to the singing and dancing. Tem ignored the temptation and
kept on walking.
As he climbed over fallen trees and
sharp stones, Tem could hear the echoes of wolves in the distance. The
howling sent a chill up his legs. The only other noise he could hear was
the snapping of small twigs as they crunched under his feet. The dark sky
sparkled with a million stars.
Tem heard a noise and stopped to
listen. When he heard it again, it sounded like someone moaning in pain.
Tem ran towards the noise. He wasn’t afraid even though he didn’t know if
it was a man or a wild animal. He came to a clearing and saw a person
lying among the wildflowers. The full moon was shining down on him. Tem
saw that it was an old man. It looked as though he’d been bitten by a wolf
or a bear. He ran to help him. "Are you all right?" he asked, raising the
man’s head.
The old man coughed. "My arms and
legs. The wolves. Attacked. Help me," he cried and then passed out. The
man was bleeding heavily from many bites. Tem tore strips from his shirt
and tied them around the wounds. He used the rest of his shirt as a pillow
for the man’s head. He didn’t dare move him, or leave him, for fear the
wolves would come back and finish him off.
He could hear the wolves howling
again. He stayed with the man all night, wiping his forehead and
comforting him as he dozed off and on.
When the sun came up in the morning
the old man opened his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked.
Tem woke up and rubbed his face.
"I’m Tem. I’m from the Roma camp, over the hill. I found you last night.
You were attacked by wolves."
"Ah, boy. I am Roma too. I was on my
way to another camp to play my violin when three vicious, gray wolves
came. I am lucky to be alive. My name is Garridan." The old man attempted
a smile and held Tem’s hand. "Where is my violin?" he asked, raising his
head to look around.
"Violin? I didn’t see one," Tem
answered. He stood up and walked around in the grass and flowers, looking
for it. "Here it is." He carried to Garridan, admiring it. "It’s
beautiful." Tem saw that it had four strings, just like his papa’s.
"It’s much heavier than papa’s too.
Your violin is made of a different type of wood."
"It belonged to my grandfather, and
his grandfather before him. It’s priceless, and her music, ah….there is
none more beautiful," Garridan sighed. He took the violin from the boy and
held it as though it was the most precious thing in the world.
"I think you should come to our
camp. My mama and papa will be waking up soon. When they find me gone,
they will worry.
They’ll take care of your wounds.
Come," Tem said, urging the man to stand up.
Tem could tell that the man was in
pain, but he managed to get to his feet. He put Garridan’s arm around his
shoulder and they slowly walked back to camp.
"Where were you? We were worried
sick about you," his papa said, as the two approached the wagon. "You’ve
been hurt," Papa said, helping Garridan to lie down. "Mama, get a blanket.
Hurry." He took the violin from his hand and laid it next to him.
"He was attacked by wolves, Papa. I
tied my shirt around the bites to stop the bleeding," Tem explained.
"You did well, Tem," Papa smiled. He
took off his necklace and put it around Garridan’s neck. "This quartz will
help you feel better." The old man reached up and held it in his fist.
"We’ll take care of those bites, but you will be staying with us for a
while," Papa said.
Mama came back with the blanket and
a few hard-boiled eggs. "Eat these for strength," she said, handing them
to Garridan and wrapping the blanket around him. "I suppose you’re hungry
too, Tem? You missed the meal last night. Come and I’ll fix you some fruit
and cheese."
Garridan rested as the camp came to
life. Everyone seemed to be busy with morning chores. A few hours later,
tired and weary from working, Tem sat down on the ground near Garridan. He
smiled at the boy.
"Will you play for me?" Tem pleaded.
"My grandfather plays the violin. I would like to hear you though. Your
violin is very beautiful."
Garridan looked at the boy. "Help me
sit up and hand me my violin." Tem did as asked. Soon Garridan began to
play. The music was soft and sweet. When he’d finished, he saw the look in
Tem’s eyes. "Can you play, Tem?" he asked.
"No. But I would like to.
Grandfather doesn’t have time to teach me. Neither does Papa," he frowned.
Garridan offered, "I’ll teach you.
It looks like I’m going to be here for a while. After all, you saved my
life. It’s the least I can do."
Tem jumped up. He was excited. "You
will? You will teach me to play? I’m ready to learn right now."
"Sit down again, boy. Be patient."
Every morning Garridan and Tem
practiced the violin. He taught Tem the correct way to hold it, how to
move the bow over the strings and how to listen for the correct tune. Tem
was a good student and learned very quickly.
Time passed slowly as Garridan’s
wounds healed. He enjoyed his time with Tem. The boy did everything just
as he was taught.
One bright, sunny morning, as the
birds chirped in the pine trees, Garridan knew that it was time for him to
leave. "Tem, you’ve got a special gift. My father told me once that the
music that comes out of a violin has more to do with the soul of the
person playing it, than the type of wood it is made of." Garridan patted
Tem on his knee. "I’ll be leaving tomorrow. I must return to my own
family."
Tem felt a tear trickle down his
cheek. "Don’t go, please."
"I must, but first I want to hear
you play. Play for me, Tem.
Let me hear you play with all you
feel in your heart," Garridan asked.
He gave the violin to the boy. Tem
tenderly stroked the instrument with his fingers and then began to move
the bow over the strings. The air filled with vibrant music, strong and
emotional, coming right from his heart.
Papa and Mama were gathering
firewood. "That must be Garridan. He plays so beautifully," Mama said.
They walked back to their wagon. When Papa saw who was playing, he dropped
his armful of wood. He stood silently and proudly, listening to his son
play. Mama began to cry. "It’s Tem," she whispered.
Several of the others wandered back
when they heard the music. All were stunned to see it was not Garridan
playing, but Tem. Tem finished and stood still, recovering from the joyful
feeling in his heart.
"Bravo, Tem!" shouted Papa. He
clapped his hands and then wrapped his arm around his son’s shoulders.
Grandfather walked towards him and
picked him up by the elbows. "My grandson! You have the gift. How did you
learn to play like this?" he asked.
"Garridan taught me," Tem answered.
"The boy was easy to teach. It is in
his heart," Garridan replied, pounding his chest.
After dancing and a farewell meal of
Sarmi (stuffed cabbage leaves), Garridan left. As he walked into the
woods, he turned to wave goodbye. "We will meet again someday," he called
Tem.
Tem ached inside. He would miss the
old man. Feeling sad and lonely, he slowly walked to his wagon and climbed
inside. There, lying on a blanket, was Garridan’s violin. A note lay next
to it. Tem picked it up and read it. ‘Tem, this is a gift for you in
payment for the great gift you’ve given me - watching you grow and become
one with the violin. Remember your heart and share your soul through
music, every time you play this violin. Your friend forever, Garridan.’
Tem grew up to be the best violin
player of all the Roma. He spent the rest of his life sharing his love for
music with others. Until his dying day, whenever he heard the wolves
howling, his heart remembered his teacher and friend, Garridan.
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