Vladimir's Tower
By Mel Matos
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Hope is a limit. When life pushes us across that fine line, our mind may use unexpected ways to deal with the unbearable. Vladimir's Tower explores the instincts of the subconscious. The fanatic ability to surrender one's will in a pledge for a way out.
The journey of a woman striving to survive in a hostile environment, surrounded by limitations and vicissitudes. Only love and the desire for a better tomorrow will keep her afloat amid the turbulent waters of misery. Helena Alcázar will fight to find the way back home. A road to that place where memories are no longer hidden and forgotten.
Mel Matos
Mel Matos was born in the Dominican Republic but migrated with his family to Venezuela at the age of 2 years old. His professional life has focused on the auditing field. Working for international firms in various locations, he had the opportunity of visiting multiple countries (such as Venezuela, Chile, USA, Australia, among others) as part of his professional activities. In the latest years, his career has evolved into information systems auditing and data analytics, where he continues his development. His hobbies include practising various sports, Latin social dancing, watercolour painting, composing and recording music, among others. Mel Matos finds Asian cultures fascinating. Vladimir’s Tower was first published in the Spanish language under the title “Vladimiro en su Pedestal y Relatos Ocultos” in Argentina, during 2011. This is the second edition, available both in English and Spanish. A special edition of “Relatos Ocultos” in Spanish was also published in 2020, this is a compilation of short tales written by Mel Matos since he was 15 years old, including those submitted for literary contests in countries such as Venezuela, Argentina, and Spain.
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Vladimir's Tower - Mel Matos
VLADIMIR’S
TOWER
VLADIMIR’S
TOWER
Mel Matos
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General Direction: Mel Matos
Cover Design: Ayumi Hijiya
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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Second Edition in English
(first published in Spanish in 2011)
Copyright © Mel Matos, 2020
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Imprint: Independently published
https://www.facebook.com/MelMatosAuthor/
DEDICATION
To those who suffer in silence...
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Preface
Chapter 1 The Silent.
Chapter 2 First Impression.
Chapter 3 A Little Surprise.
Chapter 4 The Blood.
Chapter 5 The Chase.
Chapter 6 The Rationing.
Chapter 7 Top of the Hill.
Chapter 8 The Beating.
Chapter 9 The Valley.
Chapter 10 The Elite.
Chapter 11 The Anger.
Chapter 12 The Secret.
Chapter 13 The Fall.
Chapter 14 The Fury.
Chapter 15 A Hidden Box.
Chapter 16 The Visitors.
Chapter 17 The Report
Chapter 18 The Picture
Chapter 19 The Ship
Acknowledgements
I dedicate this book to my mum: Layla, for her support, patience and love. Always there in the darker hours. To my late father, Dr Matos. My brothers and sister: Christian, Raquel and Alex.
Special thanks to my graphic designer and friend Ayumi Hijiya who created the book cover and illustrations.
To Ripper (my late dog-brother). To my dear friends: Xi Luan, Lois Li, Jane Lee, Mika Osawa, Evie Michaels, Jessica Veronica Salmeron and Karina Fuentes. To the writer: Marco Antonio Valencia Calle.
Preface
This short novel was written as an attempt to open a universe concealed behind the curtains of the mind, where sadness and horror are set aside to give way to better memories. It’s maybe an effort to overcome the barriers imposed by silence and oblivion.
Perhaps, you may want to read it twice to discover the hidden places that were taken away from those who only look once in a single direction, or just cannot stop running. The eye can be easily misled by illusions, or even worse, by delusion.
Mel Matos
Chapter 1 The Silent.
The whole world will explode in our minds
to regenerate itself over and over again.
I was sitting on the couch with tears running down my face, my soul suffocated, my heart beating fast. A voice in my head was begging me to release the pain; asking me to express it out loud. But yet, my body just refused to act. I felt petrified, and my mind was trapped in a monotonous thought:
-I don’t want to remember. I want to run away; I need to escape from this place!
All of a sudden, I realised that I was ready; my time for freedom had arrived. I got up in fast motion and headed for the door while releasing a scream:
-No! I cannot stand it anymore!
I threw myself at the door, hitting it with all my strength. It was pointless, the atrocious door continued closed as always, and the key to open it remained away from me. I quickly turned around.
My eyes filled with a strange mix of emotions (sadness, anguish, fear, and even hate), encountered the calm look of Dr Rivas. He kept observing everything in the most repulsive silence. With a peaceful voice, he said:
-You can run all you want, but you will never escape from yourself.
Usually, his words had that slumbering effect on me. Maybe, it was due to his peaceful factions contrasting with my perpetual desperation or perhaps his toxic coldness. His arrogant attitude kept stimulating my desire to hit him to death. It was only another dreadful fantasy pounding in my head, extenuating my soul.
My breathing became steadier while I was making my way back to the couch. I looked through the window behind his desk. I noted the light surrounding him almost in a paternal manner; outlining his silhouette as if he was a shadow coming back from my past.
I felt how my body started to relax more and more. The silence was wrapping everything. I finally exhaled as a sign of surrender and my mouth produced a sentence:
-I think that this will be a lucky day for you, bastard!
He looked at me silently and cold, with his frozen and inexpressive gestures. Still, his eyes suggested a warm sensation, the kind of emotion that I had been longing for myself for a long time. Maybe that was the key which finally opened my heart, leading me to disclose for the first time, what occurred in that remote place, the one I refused to remember. Finally, my tongue was capable to articulate what my soul had long ago wanted to drop. I gave him a subtle glance and said:
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"I remember waking up, with my body covered by sand. An intense taste of the sea, with all of its saltiness, was invading my mouth. My breathing was still agitated and challenging. I got up with some effort, in slow motion, while some images of the previous hours were cruising through my mind. Perhaps it was just a way of trying to explain how I had arrived there.
The waves were of an unusual height that evening. Our ship was shaking from one side to the other, agitated as if it were a leaf on the wind. I held tight to Rogelio Alcázar, my husband, while saying:
-Honey, I am afraid!
-Don’t worry; everything will be fine –He told me in an elusive manner.
In his arms, I felt protected. But yet, his face reflected a worry that he avoided expressing with words. His gestures were betraying his white lies. The storm was dreadful. The sailors on the deck were running in all directions, while some of our friends searched for refuge as best as they could. Our boat was not big enough to resist the brutal assault of the sea. It was like a Matador
dealing with a herd of bulls running towards him in a wild stampede.
Everything happened so fast. I have a vague memory of myself running to take refuge in the cabin just to levitate and crash into the walls of the room, without any control. I must have hit my head because everything was spinning. The water was taking possession of every corner of the room. I tried to swim, but I lacked strength. I was feeling suffocated, unable to breathe, and lacked a sense of orientation.
I remember someone grabbing me tightly by the waist and dragging me through the water to the surface. I failed to see the face well, but this person felt familiar to me. Distraught, I rested on the raft to which this person had launched me. While the raging sea swept me away, I was screaming the name of my husband, every time with less strength. From that moment on, everything became cloudy for me.
That morning when I woke up, the beach was quite a show for my eyes. The pristine water, the white sand, broad and steady, stretching as far as the eye could reach. All of the sudden, the beautiful scenery turned into a hellish paradise. I realised that all around me there were bodies lying motionless, inexpressive. I rushed to look in all directions, and a frightening thought hit my head with intensity:
-Where are you, Rogelio? -I screamed desperately- Where are you?
Chapter 2 First Impression.
You look at the sky every day
but there is nothing there, only light in your eyes.
I approached some of the survivors lying on the beach. Although frightened, I got the strength to get close. I was exploring their faces; sometimes, I had to overturn them in a sharp snap. In desperation, I searched for Rogelio. My wet clothes, shattered by the sea, were a reminder of the ocean's fury and made my task even more difficult. It took me some time to go through the bodies. Some were alive, just breathing and resting unconscious on the sand. Others were corpses, unanimated objects that once were living creatures, now laid on the sand showing me how fragile I was.
I cried and screamed. The thought of finding Rogelio dead was taking over me. I was afraid of seeing his face