NATURE HITS BACK E-Book

Michel F. Bolle

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 76

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Sometime in the space of the galaxy, the tides turn. Nature makes a swift, unnoticed change and just like that, everything changes. This fantastically ambitious first novel written by Michel F. Bolle, confirms his talent as an outstanding storyteller and entertainer. Captivating from the first moment by adding surprising turnarounds and great characters, this story will definitely keep your attention until the end. "NATURE HITS BACK" is a Book that will make you think, long after you've finished reading. This is the story of Alex, who one day recognises that a tree is growing in his swimming pool. Who would have thought that what started as being a surprising discovery will become a global problem? First plants, then animals start to take back what humans had taken from them in the past centuries. Alex experienced several happenings in his garden and around his house, and from the radio, he kept himself up to date with the news from all over the world. When everyone believed that the world would be lost, Alex might have some ideas on how to solve the problem. But definitely, the world has changed forever…..

Leseprobe

This book is dedicated to my daughter Nadine, myLove Elena and her children Sara, Laura and

Mathieu.

To my father Roger, his wife Heidi and my sister

Angela.

To my brother Gérard and my mother Marlise.

To Shakin’Stevens for all the inspiration and feel

good factor you’ve given to me with your music during the past 35 years.

To Martin Leibundgut, George De Jong and

Georges-André Carrel, my Volleyball Coaches

which always believed in me.

… and to all my friends which supported me with

my “crazy” projects all those years.

MICHEL F. BOLLE

NATURE HITS BACK

THE WORLD WILL NEVER BETHE SAME

© 2016 Michel F. Bolle

Cover Page / Artwork: MFB Global Consulting Inc,

Publisher: tredition GmbH, Hamburg

ISBN

Paperback:

978-3-7345-0493-8

Hardcover:

978-3-7345-0494-5

e-book

978-3-7345-0495-2

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Table of content

Preview

Idyllic Normalcy

The Storm Begins

The Enigmatic

Beckon Of The Wild

Understanding Nature’s Place

Family Matters

The World Is Big Enough

Overview

Preview

The world is a beautiful place, and if living was a pastime, it is one I am particularly fond of.

There is an inherent beauty in nature; its complete rawness, that innate quality of it that even the best artists cannot capture on the most inspiring of canvasses; its softer side, the flowers, the colours, the splashes of colours that are inundated on the rim, looking rightfully and artfully placed.

And owing to nature and every other entity; humans, the air we breathe, the food we eat, the daily activities that characterizes our living, the world is such a complex place.

There are discoveries today that hadn’t been made a hundred years ago, and there will be new discoveries a hundred years from now. It is exciting, the new pace at which science and technology have impacted on the world. But it is not always roses and flowers, because usually in these developments, something very germane is left out; the place of nature.

Balance is very crucial, a piece of the puzzle called life that cannot be overlooked. And if it were to be, of course there would be serious consequences.

Life passes by, one day after the other, like a seamless joining into the kaleidoscope of time. I did not think it would happen in my lifetime. I never really take the time to picture the outcomes of the defiance of the pristine laws of nature. It does not seem of great concern to me that humans are moving into territories that would otherwise probably be tailored to suit other purposes.

The land is being raped, and I like many others did not care enough. Okay, I cared. I care. But it is an abstract care, something that is snugly nestling in one comfortable corner of my mind. My care is not of a practical nature, just like numerous others. It is not a care that seeks to actively make changes or compromises. My care does not take into actual and practical account the work that needs to be done, the battles that need to be fought and the lines that require clear drawing.

The world seems to be just fine, the surface shiny and undisturbed. The movement of the planet around the sun never alters and with this constant revolution, I am more content in my blissful state of ignorance. It hardly matters what the truth is and what aspects of the whole is an artifice. I am contented in the peace of mind that it affords me. The world keeps evolving and I am content in it. I have my little corner of the world where I am king. I am fine. My family is fine. And consequently, it’s a good life. The thought of absorbing worries about happenings whether in their totality or in part is a concept that is foreign. The world is at peace. Why should I be worried about anything?

But that peace is soon threatened.

Sometime in the space of the galaxy, the tides turn. Nature makes a swift, unnoticed change and just like that, everything changes.

Idyllic Normalcy

I enjoy idyllic moments. Those suspended moments in time when the only meaning that time holds is that which I give it. The times I can spend alone to simply breathe, simply be are treasures I do not take for granted.

Alex turns to his side on the bed, his gaze falling on the picture of his wife and kids on the bed stand. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips when his gaze fell on especially Boone, with this chocolate moustache smiling gleefully into the face of the camera like he was in on a private joke only he was aware of. He had been 10 when that picture was taken, Alex remembered. Now 14, the events culminating in him coming to possess the moustache were ones that embarrassed him and consequently a favourite the whole family pulled out when they thought to teach him a lesson.

Tony was standing right by Boone’s side, a serious expression on his face and his eyes looking directly into the camera. It was a look that was default for him. He had been six when Boone had been born and right from his infanthood, had taken up the role of big brother, father and protector. Alex knew without a shred of doubt he never had to worry about Boone, he would always have Tony. That knowledge was a balm on the crevices of his heart, especially since he was pretty sure Boone would very likely get into some creative escapades as the years rolled away.

Darren was his son, he thought with a smile and his eyes warmly roamed the features of the face that reminded him so much of his own. Tall for his age, he possesses what can only be referred to as dreamer’s eyes. The liquid brown always seemed to be looking into space and creating his story out of nothing definite. Darren had the eyes of a creative and Alex could not wait to see where the waves of life blew his son.

His queen, the only one permitted reign in their household was Tia. His only daughter was what you would call a firecracker, but hers was not always lighted up. Sometimes, she was the life of the party, up and about everywhere while at other times; the only thing she wanted to do was put on some soft music then loses her in whatever book caught her fancy right then.

Alex smiled ruefully and sat up from the bed. It was too early to be getting all emotional. The house was way too silent, that was the problem. There was no music coming from every corner of the music and threatening his sanity, neither was there a Tia with her nose up in the air telling him, “Dad, you really have to see this,” her tone brooking no complaints until he left whatever he was doing to see whatever it was she wanted to show him at that particular point in time.

Throwing the covers off him, he walked in his pyjamas to the wall of windows and pulled the curtains widely apart. The early hours of the morning like this were particular favourites for him. He loves to look through to the garden where the flowers were growing profusely and creating myriads of smells and colours. The garden was one of his favourite places in the house. While there, he could think, conceptualize and if he wanted to, he could just be right there.

Mia was the one who had insisted on a garden when they had bought this house 15 years ago. He hadn’t cared one way or the other whether they had one or not and had told her to do whatever she wanted. Years after, he was glad what she wanted had been a garden. That peculiar feeling of calm that came on the heels of being in communion with nature was one that had saved him one too many times when he thought he would go completely ballistic.

On a whim, still in his nightclothes, he slipped his feet in his slippers and decided to take a stroll out in the garden. The house was extremely quiet this time of day, and he could see the patterns his breath made as it got expelled through his nose.

The garden looked different. Alex’s brows furrowed in concentration as he looked around intently, trying to pinpoint what the difference was exactly. Nothing seemed out of place. The gardenias sat pretty, their blue colour startling in the dimness of the morning.