Sunday, May 27, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1562 Opera Glasses Engraved by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 27, 2018

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Monologue Mania Day # 1562 Opera Glasses Engraved by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 27, 2018      

                       Opera Glasses Engraved
                                             by Janet S. Tiger 
                                       (c) May 22, 2018     all rights reserved

            (Old man, accent European, educated, holds up object)

You see this ....they look like binoculars, but small, for going to the theater, to the opera.  

They were called opera glasses by the others who used them.   Made by Marchand…from Paris.  Small, they folded …they fit in my pocket……..  My Uncle Avraham gave these to me when I was six, for no reason whatsoever.  Uncle Avi was like that, he never needed a reason to give a present.  He handed them to me…..and on the rim, he had inscribed them to me.

He told me, look through these and you can see many things…..the actors on the stage, the dancers in the ballet…the neighbors across the street when they are fighting……and ..if you are very still, and pay attention closely….you can see…. the future. 

I used them for years.  Until we were not allowed to go to the theater anymore.  Jews could not go to many places.  But then I used them to watch for the Gestapo…..for the Nazis….until….we were trying to escape….and the binoculars could not save us anymore. 

And so we went ….and these became… only remaining thing from my past.  Because all my family was gone…..even Uncle Avi…..who died at the beginning….in the cars on the way to the camps…….and so these were my life.  I guarded them as if they were the most precious thing in the world…..they represented survival.  If I could keep them, hide them, use them to help me when I escaped……but I could not take them with me into the camp… I buried them outside the wall…..but before I did, I looked through them one last time….not at the camp, but at the sky.  I was looking into the future, where I would be when the horrors were over.

And so I put them into their case, and buried them, next to the tree where I was resting, wondering what was to happen next, because I didn’t want to look through them any more at bad things….they had become a window to hell……

         (Holds them up, looks through them)

It took fifty years, and the package came to me… it found me, I will never know, but perhaps because my name was engraved.  Perhaps, because my Uncle Avi watched out for me……and wanted me to know…..everything was going to be all right. 

        (He holds out the glasses)

That’s why I am giving them to you, my only son… that you, too, can see the future. 

       (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Use them wisely…..

       (He exits slowly)

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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983


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