Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Chapter 11
For Ark and me, our time together was racing by, and we avoided thinking too much about the fact that Ark would soon have to get on a plane and we would be separated for six months. The closer the day approached, the more my sleep was disturbed, only now it was happening at home. All Ark's research was done, and we had a few days to relax before he had to leave. At this point, I had the "experience." I was fighting and struggling and Ark had awakened and was talking to me through my sleep, asking me to describe what was happening, what I was seeing and experiencing. I could hear his voice as though it were coming to me from the top of a very deep well. I was way at the bottom of the well, and I knew that there were important things buried at the bottom of this well, and that when I rose up out of it, I would not be able to remember since the properties of the place were necessary to comprehend what was there. But I desperately wanted to remember, and I knew I needed some sort of device, or clue, and that if I could bring that back with me, I could follow it to the answers. I struggled with all my might to be able to speak from the depths of the well, to communicate from that place before I left it, and I managed to utter "Three Dominoes. Don't let me forget! Three Dominoes." And I shot up out of the well like a rocket and woke up with Ark holding me and asking what had happened.
And indeed it was true. Tom didn't know it then, but the Pulitzer was in the not-too-distant future, and I suspect that there is more to come. The day finally came when we had to get up in the morning, knowing that every minute had to be concentrated on preparations for Ark to leave. We both knew that we were going to have a difficult time of it. Two months after a lifetime of looking just wasn't enough. And even though we had our plans made, that it would only be a temporary separation, we both knew that many things can happen and we might very well never see each other again. I wept as I packed for him, tears splashing on everything I put in the suitcase. I had washed all his clothes and packed them carefully. He had a tape I had made for him on which I sang some of his favorite songs. There was a large envelope full of photographs of me and the children. Some of them were the only copies in existence. I packed his current journal on top, and some papers of the correspondence between him and Ms. Brana. I packed his vitamins and whatever little things I could think of to tuck in so that when he unpacked, he would have surprises. Finally, I made sure his passport and tickets were all in order in his jacket pocket, and that he had plenty of cash for any incidentals on the way. We loaded everything into the van, everybody kissed everybody goodbye, and he drove us to the airport. I tried not to think about having to drive home alone. I watched him through the boarding trolley until he turned one last time to look at me, and was out of sight. I rushed up to the roof of the airport to watch the plane itself and when it lifted off the runway into the air, I burst into tears right there. Finally, I was able to calm down and drive home. It was terrible, but I had promised not to cry every day, and I meant to keep my promise. I had resolved to do as much research as possible to fill my time up, and I already had a calendar set up to cross off the days. Each day had a number on it telling how many days I had to wait. Of course, things got weird right away. Ark had to make a connection in the States to fly to Frankfurt, Germany. From Frankfurt, he made another connection to Warsaw, and from Warsaw, he was booked on a train to Wroclaw. When he arrived in Warsaw, for some reason, his luggage had disappeared. After doing all he could to get them to locate it, he left his contact information and took the train to Wroclaw where he called me and explained the situation. I immediately got on the phone to the airline and started jacking them up from this end. Suddenly, they "located" his bags. The explanation was that they were put on the wrong flight from Frankfurt and came in on a later plane, but I didn't buy it. They were going to fly them to Wroclaw and have a courier deliver them to Ark, and he explicitly told them to bring them to the Institute. They didn't. They delivered them to his estranged wife. And when I say "estranged," I do mean estranged!
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