Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Sonny

Central Island, Toronto

    ‘He can sleep on the couch. He sleeps like a dog. But before he sleeps on my couch he will have to take a shower.’
    There is no hot water in the house where he lives now and Sonny does not like to take a shower, anyway.
    For two months Sonny has been living in a house with no permanent roof on it. The temporary roof can be easily lifted and somebody might enter the house. The owner went for a long vacation to a tropical country. He always stays in his apartment in a big city and does not even live in this house. Sonny is alone there. He watches the house and he takes care of the owner’s cat. The cat jumps into Sonny’s bed at night. Sonny is hugging the cat as they fall asleep together. This way both of them are warmer in wintertime in the house with no permanent roof.
    The winter that started earlier than usual this year is very severe. It snows, it is very windy and it is freezing cold. Sonny has an electric heater in his room, but the kitchen and the bathroom that he is allowed to use are very cold. Sonny turns on the gas stove and he turns on the oven to get warm. It is freezing cold and Sonny is an old man.
    Sonny lives in the richest city of the Land of Plenty. As he is falling asleep, he sings the cat a song—the song that his father, a lawyer in a Faraway Country, used to sing to Sonny when he was rocking him to sleep.

    Que sera, sera,
    Whatever will be, will be
    The future’s not ours, to see
    Que sera, sera   
    What will be, will be.