Chapter 7 “Off to Zlano”
Attis read from some official looking papers he pulled from a brown envelope. The monastery was to be expropriated by the fascist junta led by George Papadopoulos and was to be turned into a tourist resort! Well, it looked as if a vote was not necessary as the God’s home was going to be transformed into a rustic tourist retreat.
Zeus rose and spoke, “I believe it is time we depart from this stinking rotten mess. In fact I have found a rather pleasant dimension named Zlano with animals being the only form of life. Conditions and terrain are similar to those of our present island Samos. We can relax and escape the pressures of this commercialized tourist trap. Perhaps we can make another attempt at creating humankind as we have learned much from our mistakes. The thought of starting over again rather excites me. I move we depart from Earth!”
The vote by the Gods was unanimous except for Montenez pleading with his fellow Gods calling for a new activism, one that would aid humanity struggle through some of the bleakest moments of its history. He made it known he would be staying on Earth.
Who could not admire the selfless qualities of this man? Although the Gods were despondent that Willie would be remaining on the island, they all felt comfortable they had an “ambassador” on Earth who could keep them informed of important events. After all Earth had been their home for centuries and is not without sadness that they left.
But Willie did address the Gods before they left saying, “When I was washed up on these shores from goodness knows where it was you Gods that gave me salvation. I feel I owe the inhabitants of Earth something! When I look at them in all the pity I have I do have some hope. When you see their greed, drunkenness, backstabbing and cheating it is a sickness borne of desperation and fear. They are self-destructing but they will never admit that. I just cannot leave them, but at the same time I understand your decision. You created humankind and have seen them develop from day one. I know you had the goal of creating a perfect human race. It must have been a severe blow to see what you had created failed to meet your expectations. You think you failed but I am not ready to concede that fact. I may be a fool but let me try. There rests so much potential in humankind. It is going to require much hard effort. I think there is potential and I will do my best to cultivate it. Please understand me. I have no hard feelings for your exit plans but at least me test my tenacity. And believe you me friends that I do not see myself as a Christ figure. I am not doing it for myself but for them.”
After this short address, the Gods heaved a collective sigh. Dr. Zodiac was visibly upset as he would enjoy his earnestness, joviality and companionship. They had spent many an evening sipping wine and debating resulting in a close friendship.
Before they parted Willie drew Zodiac aside. Willie was pained as well as he had tears rolling down his face. Zodiac spoke, “Will I am proud to see that you decided to remain here. I gave some thought whether I should remain behind with you. But I have been here with Gods far longer than you have and it would be impossible to leave them behind. Perhaps one day I shall join you but let time see to that. I am going to miss you and I considered you a son the moment Zeus and I found you washed up on the beach. You have matured well. You are a God of action rather than most of us Gods who are full of contemplation more than action. I wish I had the guts and stamina to stick it out. I wish you the best of luck and please remember to pay us a visit from time to time in Zlano.”
A snap of Zeus’ fingers and the Gods disappeared. Although the departure was depressing he had been expecting it for some time. The Gods were trampled by the New Civilization fleeing it in exasperation. They were the old-fashioned types who liked everything, including humanity, within their reach and control. Events of the past few years emphasized just how powerless they were.
In the morning he walked over the steep path to the Co-Operative of Displaced Subsistence Farmers. He signed over the deeds to the monastery and land to them. Whatever expropriation monies were made off the property and lands would be theirs.
After running some errands in the main town of Samos Willie sat outside for a coffee as a ship with 500 elderly English tourists was sailing into the harbour. Unfortunately, their tourist agency’s CEO had absconded with all funds in the agency’s accounts and there were no rooms that had been reserved for these aged tourists ,many hobbling about on walkers. It was going to be a long day mused Willie Montenez.