Cornelia Paun Heinzel: "Christmas Of The Street Children " Poem by Cornelia Paun

Cornelia Păun Heinzel: "Christmas of the street children "
Translation: Clara Neacsu
It was Christmas Eve. Voinescu sitting bored in his office. He was on duty at maternity, although he would have lijed very much to be at home with family. But wprk has priority. Without it, we haven't to put on Christmas table. So, willy nilly, he accepted guard service. Suddenly someone knocked violently on the door inside the cabinet and naval desperate, screaming:
-Please, doctor! A girl needs you! He said the boy appeared in the room. It is urgent!
He watched a dull, dirty child. He taught that was a joke of the little golan and he do not pay any attention to his request. Gabriel, for this was the boy's name, went out into the street and saw a policeman.
-Boy, a girl urgently needs a doctor! It's not a joke! The policeman returned to Voinescu's office and he took his medical kit to go together, led by Gabriel. They took her on a walk behind the Maternity, climbing into a wooded area. The roof had completely covered the branches of the trees and, due to the cold, froze, giving a peculiar look to the place. So, with the leaves frozen in the ice, the landscape looked amazing, that it seemed that it could always come out of the bushy bushes, the Snowflake or a witch.They all went down the path bordered by trees and shrubs. It had grown increasingly cold. Suddenly, some desperate girl screams were heard.
'We're here, ' said the victorious boy, pointing at the narrow entrance of a cave. They were the mountain catacombs that were left behind during the war, in which people hid, to protect themselves from bombing.
The doctor comes in with the kit and the first part of the body. The rest was stuck at the entrance. He could hardly cut the umbilical cord. Birth had succeeded.
Neither mother, a girl of ten years, nor her baby were no longer in danger. But Voinescu could not move. He stood frozen in the entrance.
The policeman calls on his cellphone quickly, asking for help for the deportation. The rescue crew arrived quickly and released the frightened doctor who thought he was going to spend Christmas, hard in the cave door.
- Is that your child? He inquired curiously, Gabriel.
'No, ' he said. It's Mihai, my brother... who is now in jail. He stole a bag of pretzels from the kiosk behind the Library. He was hungry. Now I have to take care of the Aura and the baby. We'll call it Jerome. That's how we decided.
It had been a few years since the accident. Voinescu had finished his Maternity service and wanted a few minutes of reflection in nature. Go to the green area behind the Library. He hung up on a bench. Some ragged children on the street watched him with insistence. He had entered their territory.
One of the ragged children approaches the doctor.
- What are you doing, doctor? There was a naughty voice.
The doctor immediately looked at the face of the guy and admitted some familiar features. It was Gabriel, the boy who announced the birth of the forest, from Christmas Eve.
- Well thank you! But you? Jerome is fine? Asked the man.
- Yeah, he's healthy... and fine. But Aura is at jail. He stole a chocolate from the supermarket. She was pregnant again and invited... and Michael, my brother, went in for the third time in prison. He says there's better... he has shelter and food at least...