For part of the time I worked in Zurich my office was located in the section of the city known as Enge.   As part of my morning commute, I would walk down a street named after the German composer Richard Wagner. Wagner during one of his exiles from Germany, had lived in Zurich from 1849 to 1858.  One of the private homes on the street,  had a beautiful purple Wisteria.  When in full bloom by late spring, the fragrance was so intoxicating and sweet, it reminded me of the grape jam-I ate as a kid.  I would stop and take a few deep breaths, getting my morning fix

Fragrant Wisteria,

Conjures up sweet grape jam,

Memories of home.

Across the street from the office building was a small but beautiful green area called Belvoir Park. The park had been at one time an estate. There original country house is the location of a chef’s school and a restaurant. The park had several paths which went through a number of different gardens, landscaped settings, and a natural area-left untouched. On the nicer days in Spring, after lunch, I often took a walk which went past a beautiful Iris garden and through an arbor near the western side of the park. The arbor was covered with purple and white flowering Wisteria, creating a tunnel like effect.

Walking the park path,

I enter the shade filled arbor,

of Spring Wisteria.

Prologue II-Old Friends

Mick had made his way quickly along the deserted streets of Thalwil.  Light casting down from apartment windows against the dark night upon the wet asphalt below, helped him to see,  as the wind lashed the rain against his face.  Finding his keys and he opened the outside door, quickly making his way to a 3rd floor flat.

As Mick entered the foyer,  he dropped his keys on a small white painted wood table.  He immediately headed for the small bar in the corner of the Ikea Scandinavian themed living room,  reached in behind and took out a half filled bottle of Jamesons.  Now where was that shot glass. He opened the balcony glass door behind the bar letting in some night air. Pouring a double, he noted that the silence in the village was broken only by the distant barking of a dog and the unexpected increase of his heart beating. What happened out there in the woods? As his mind wandered, so did his consciousness-which was abruptly awakened by the vibration of his phone.

Mick quickly downed the Jamesons, reached for the phone and noticed the number – 555 782-1555. It was a number he had not heard from in quite some time, actually quite a long time and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

” Hello ”

“Mick its Ray Parker –  man its good to hear your voice””Ray,  you old dog how have you been?,  I have not heard from you in a while.”

“Well considering how things went the last time we teamed up I thought you might need some time and space.”

 I was sure it wasn’t long enough. “Wait – what you mean the last time?”

“Mick,  I am kind of on to something and I could use your, no-I  need your help.”

“Ray you can’t be kind of, either you are on or you are not on to something. Anyway, no way, not after the last fiasco.”

“Mick, for Christ’s sake its been almost five years I would have thought by now that you would have gotten over it.”

“Four years, nine months to be exact”

“Close enough for government work”

“That was the problem with the last time. We had the government all over us.”

“Okay what do you want?,  You want a apology,  fine – I apologize.”

“A little late don’t you think.”

“It’s going to be different this time, no government, I’ll be upfront about everything and its something right in your bailiwick.”

“Really, this wouldn’t be some ploy to get me to say yes would it?”

“Mick no, I am serious and I need your help. I am on to something here that could be big, that is big. Have you ever heard of the Hopi Prophecy?”

“You mean Hopi,  like the Native Americans of that name.”

“Yes exactly. Look it’s to long for a conversation and you never know who might be listening.”

” Then send an e-mail, encrypted.

“Okay but it’s something I need you to check out and I’ll send you the details.”

“Okay fine, I’ll get back to you after I’ve read what you send me.”

“Thanks Mick I’ll talk with you soon. It will be great to be working together again”

“Ray I never said, Ray!”

The line went silent except for the dead tone.  Pouring  another shot of Jameson’s, Mick walked out onto the balcony.