Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Travelling the Globe
Here's my homework from last term.
Form: Personal Writing
Voice: 23 year old man living in Germany
The wind whispered through the centre court, it brought with it a sensitive and sweet smell of the flowers courtside. I appreciated the ongoing refreshing moment. It was the April of 1993, when I attended the Citizen Cup tennis tournament in Hamburg, I felt free and fulfilled. The feeling of being all together with 6,000 spectators all watching the same match and experiencing the same atmosphere.
The two players in battle for a semi-final spot, Miss Seles and Miss Maleeva took their seats.
It all happened within a blink of the eye.
A stocky and intense gentleman caught my attention. He was situated just three rows below me. He wore a loose fitting black T-shirt, oversized trousers and a grey baseball cap.
I was not surprised that he was standing up but what was unusual was his body posture. He appeared to be impatient, maybe even drunk. He was leaning over his row, just behind Miss Seles’ seat. My first impressions were that this gentleman was trying to get her autograph, I already realised a problem was going to eventuate.
Along with the all the innocent spectators in the vast stadium, I was unprepared for what was to happen next.
The gentleman raised out a knife from his paper shopping bag. A unison of murmurs emitted from sections of the stadium, I became uncomfortable and began to feel extremely insecure.
The knife was fairly long and reminded me of the kitchen knife I use at home to prepare meals.
Miss Seles left her seat walking slowly to the Southern section to return serve. She took a towel with her to wipe off the seat. Within a few long painful seconds, the gentleman was metres behind Miss Seles. He took a few trembling steps and slowly held the knife with both hands and stabbed Miss Seles in the back.
The wind became salty.
A sudden soft high pitched and sharp sting filled the stadium. There was silence that contained the stadium. Everyone was confused, I felt stupefied, as if I was in horror movie nightmare that I could not escape. Struggling to come to terms with the reality in front of me, I continued to watch with my watery eyes in disbelief.
Miss Seles looked around to see the man being held by spectators. It already came to me that Miss Seles was a different person, her body language made her look weak and her facial expression was in agony. She was no longer the giggly flamboyant teenager that ruled the court. The tennis court would never be what it was for her.
She slowly grabbed her back, looked at her hand and saw blood. The blood was a bright red, which was very distinct even amongst the clay of the court. Miss Seles suddenly fainted onto the ground.
The smell of blood had changed the atmosphere of the entire stadium. It had fuelled anger and a helpless frustration, I felt slightly paralyzed. My brain did not seem to respond naturally to my body, it was the only instance in my life where I had experienced such a sensation of feeling completely inert.
I took a deep breath and tried to swallow some air to breath. Instead, I swallowed the bloody, odorless and painful wind. I was also a victim of the circumstances and surroundings around me; life would never be the same.