„The black diamond”
It all happened 30 years ago, but I remember every second from that memorable day. When she entered the room, everybody wentsilent. You could actually see the shine around her, some kind of inexplicible glory.
Just a few people knew her real name, but informally she was called “the blackdiamond”. Her skin was dark which explains the first part, diamond was an allusion – she was so desired and unique like a precious stone. I had no hope that she even look at anordinary journalist from a gossip magazine, so I was completely shocked when she came to talk to me. I could hardly speak, esepecially when she turned out to be an inteligentwoman with a brilliant sense of humour. For the couple of minutes I thought I was the luckiest guy on the earth, but the best was yet to come. She said:
“Room 704. I’ll bewaiting tonight about 11 p.m. You’ll come, won’t you?”
When I knocked at her door in the evening, she opened immediately, smiling so pretty that I felt butterflies in mystomach. I was just about to kiss her when the telephone rang and she asked me to hang on a second. She was talking in the other room when suddenly I heard a strange noisewhich made me feel a bit anxious. Somebody was jumping out of the window when I saw her. She was lying on the floor and a stain of blood was rapidly growing around her heart. Iwas crying while trying to wake her up, but I felt that from that moment my life was over too.
I couldn’t find out the truth because from that evening I have neverabandoned prison. The black diamond became a curse but also a sense of my life – the picture of her smiling to me was the only thing which kept me alive for these long years.