A Last Ride. Plot #3.

A boy and a girl in a car. The boy is driving the girl back home. They are school mates, and he's in love with her, but he haven't told her. He planning to say it during this very particular drive, but the girl doesn't live far away, so time is running out. He has already been trying to tell his love to her for months, but always ended up thinking 'this is not an appropriate moment, I'll tell her later'. His father has been telling him again and again to act promptly before it’s too late, and yet nothing happened.
But today is the day! Ernesto has finally decided to take his chance and reveal his love for Maria while he would take her home after class... During the whole drive he’s almost launching himself, and each time she tells some random comments and he thinks ‘later, later’. But time is running out.

One block before reaching her home, he takes a deep breath, holds his courage, and get ready confess his love for her. He closes his eyes one second, thinking that it’s now or never, but he’s pulled out of his dream when a truck hits the car right on the front. Next second Ernesto is feeling like in a dream, his vision is unclear, the blood is battling his temper, there is a whistling noise in his ears. He doesn’t understand what’s going on. There is this awful whistling that doesn’t stop. He wonders why some people are yelling outside of the car. He turns his head toward Maria and gets even more startled: she is sleeping! He calls her “Maria, what are you doing”, but she remains motionless. “Maria!”, nothing. And then, only then, he starts to understand what’s going on when he sees a strain of blood going from the corner of her mouth. Then all the yelling outside the car start to make sense, and Ernesto comes back to reality, the reality of a car crash in which Maria dyed.

The message: never put to later what you can now do.

Nutrition and Rhymes.

I really like pasta,
Because it's filamentous.
And if you got turista,
It’s even nutritious.
So actually,
Or acrobatically,

I end up making a rhyme,
While drinking vegetable juice.
And that makes me whine,
For I hate vegetable juice.
But people told me it’s healthy,
So I drink consciously.

Pamplemousse is born. (plot)

"Where did you got this name?" Pamplemousse hated this question, but it kept pursuing him since the day he was born. "My parents had always wished to visit France, and they just loved this word - which means 'grapefruit' in French - so they ended up calling me Pamplemousse."

After spending a couple of years in the small town of Graveline in the north of France, he wondered more and more why his parents were so in love with this country. But now his parents were dead, and he was far from where he was born, so there was no way for him to find the answers to his questions. For him, until now life had resumed itself to the Catholic orphanage in which he had grown up, the rainy weather of Northern France, and the small square in the center of Graveline with its old church were a few Gravelinois gathered every Sunday. In other words: the boring life of a small town in a sleepy region. But unlike his classmates who took this life for granted, Pamplemousse never really understood what he was doing there. It was only few months ago that he started to pay attention to these thoughts, and he soon realized that he did not know much about his past, where he was from, and who he was. And as he was approaching the age of 18 and the long sought independence of adulthood, the dreams of re-discovering his homeland haunted him more and more.

This story really begins when Pamplemousse sets for the first time in his life his feet outside France...

Conflict:
Pamplemousse doesn't feel at home. At feels like a minority of one. So he goes back to Palestine, because he thinks he will fit better in the society. But he then realize that Palestine is at war with Israel, the conditions of living are terrible, people are suffering. And worse of all: he is not accepted by the local population.

Climax:
It builds up as the expectation becomes stronger and stronger. Pamplemousse gets more and more excited to finally see Palestine. But then it's not all all what he expected. He can't speak arabic, people consider him as a foreigner, a rich foreigner who can be exploited... He tries to go back to the village where he was born, and on the way he gets stuck at a military checkpoint and he doesn't understands the language and panic and get shot.