Alison Slack

The Kitchen Porter and Lucy

Past lives and parallel dimensions are often a complicated affair of imaginings and twists of fate with no rose tinted spectacles or psychic phenomenon but just two hearts meeting after many years and then some directed to change history and stay with fate. I guess I met K.P in my dreams, he introduced himself as the Kitchen Porter who would help me to do all the jobs but mainly K.P taught me to survive, he was army trained tough and a street urchin, who was dragged up. He lurked in hotel kitchens had the most naughty sense of humour and knew me intimately, he was sort of the elf in my head for years. He started to taunt me in the street verbally in 2001 , but really our story starts in 1937 in Berlin, K.P was a civil servant working for the British government, for Neville Chamberlin trying to find out Hitler's next move, a dashing dark haired sexy man with eyes like onyx stones moody and shifting with his surroundings. He would come to our bakery for fresh bread every few days. And would return to send telegrams across Europe . He owned the smartest car in my block. He came to me in the most unexpected way, like a beautiful knight, but also a life saver . I descended from a long line of Jewish bakers and my parents and grandparents were literally the best cake makers in Germany, we were notorious in our community for creating mountainous wedding cakes and red velvet icing to swoon over. As Nazism swept through my street and destroyed my father's business, K.P, who prevented my beating by an SS officer was there to save me from execution and death. I have present memory flashbacks of this and my dreams are lucid, a week later we drove to the British embassy in a taxi and after my parents were sent to Switzerland, where my grandparents used to be the owners of the bakery they were getting too old to run it so my parents took over. My grandparents moved to Switzerland. I was adopted quite unceremoniously by K.P after my parents asked him to adopt me aged 5.