The clothes we had put in the closet were dated and we both chuckled. Ukraine had become quite modernized but in 1991 there was little fashion. My skirt was grey and my blouse was yellowed from many washings. I was glad I had packed an old blond wig. The blond with my blue eyes gave me a first glance pass as Ukrainian. I looked at Don. All I could think of was to use some hair dye I had earlier mixed in a bottle.
” It will at least take away the grey.” I said as I pulled a workers cap on his head.
“Now what?” I had a blank look.
“We need to find food and answers. Food should be easy.” He pointed toward the door.
I had forgotten that we weren’t in a war zone and there would be food. We sat down at a café in the Passage and had a luxurious coffee and pastry. We ordered several more for “later.” We also stopped at a fruit stand and filled a bag with apples. My mouth watered.
“Let’s get this food to our friends.” I said casually.
We were careful as we went up the stairs to watch for anything out of the ordinary. As I turned the hallway, I thought I saw a shadow. We stopped.
“F – S- B?” I signed the letters to my husband.
He shrugged his shoulders. We listened intently – nothing.
As silently as we could we went to our room.
“Do not eat these too quickly.” I instructed the children as I gave them the pastries, fruit and some juice.
“We will eat slowly. Won’t we children?” Marina said.
“We are sorry to keep you locked away, but we need to keep you safe.” I waved toward the closet.
Each of our friends stretched their arms, legs and backs and willingly climbed back into the hideaway.
“I think we need to look for the professor.” I said to Don. “I’m worried about him.”
“He may not be in this time period.” My husband looked like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
“Hmmm. Wouldn’t they leave us a clue?”
“Only if they could.”
We carefully went down the hallway of the Passage that was set aside for guests from the past or the future. There was no evidence of anyone being there.
“Who can we ask?”
I had an idea. I grabbed my husband’s hand and ran down the old hallway. There was one more room with a hideaway.
We listened carefully at the door. No sound.
The door was unlocked. I gave him the thumbs up.
He walked around the room looking for any clues.
Just then we heard a load noise in the hallway. We froze and looked at each other…
This is a continuation of a story that I began writing in Odessa, Ukraine in 2007 at The Passage Hotel. The time period was moved to 2022 as a tribute to the heroism of the men and women who are living in Ukraine (especially Odessa) right now.
This link will take you to beginning of the story The Passage – authors
This links you to the beginning of part 2 – Passage to the Portal (During War)