Before I couldask, he asked, “ What is that you want to talk about?” I said itwould be his observations of people and places. He nodded hishead and then raised his head to look at my eyes, it confused me. Itmade me wonder whether he was under the impression that I was notkeen. “How long have you been associated with this paper ortabloid?,” he asked. And before I could answer he inserted, “ Areyou here for the sake of what they called “swag” or is this yourambiton?” I said I had recently joined the place and hadn'treceived the first payment. He snickered and looked at me. I said Ineeded a job because before this place I was in another country being detained for overstaying with a German Shepherd. After this he thrusthis head forward, place his hand on the elbow, put down the right legand the snicker on his face disappeared. “Was it the visa or was itsome other matter?,” he put to me.
I said it was thedetached self that made me stay, and I had forgotten about thosebureaucratic work untill a knock came, which I didn't hear butalerted by the pet. He pressed for more and I thought I shouldn'treveal much of myself, but the expression on his face was a curiouschild's. So I went on: I didn't feel I had any connection with mostpeople and after having pretended some years in well-pressed clothes,hopping on and hopping of the tube. So with the little savings I justlocked myself up, and it was only when I needed beer and some foodthen I would sneak out for a few hours. Man, I just hated buying morethan I needed at those super-markets. It went on in a meditativestate, and when I was dragged out I realised I had lived in that“country” for good seven years. From there I was taken to theirchamber, profiled and then I was told to contact my embassy. I didn'teven know that I belonged to a country. So, the pet went with someonewho had turned to claim me, and the next day I was at the deportationcentre of the grand airport where they legally molest everyindividual.
He was sucked init. Then the young lady from the cafe interrupted with the tea. Hefrowned, but when he realised that it was some young college kid thenhe thanked her, and fumbled in his pockets to tip. He didn't touchhis tea for a while, probably expecting me to reveal more. I stoppedthere and said I wanted him to talk about remedies. He smiled and itlasted for a while.
The prematurely aged looked suddenly disappeared.“Wise man, you are, mate,” he remarked. “I woke up this morningand while I was brewing some tea something came over to my mind. Whythis art when plebs in good clothes don't understand a bit of it?This person, a person of good connection, said, “ people these dayshave no time so things that you write and say should always be easyand catchy.” I was mad, I could have defiled that supposedly holyplace with my Fucks. But I didn't do. I dwelled in that and toldmyself: This stuff defines me and I see the genuine me in this,though there is painful fatigue every now and then."
"I don't mindwalking among those people still feeling the ache in my back, for Ihave just done what I wanted. You know this feeling after you havegot that heavy thing off the chest. They may have my bust in myvillage or they may archive my scandalous works. Those things don'tmatter at all. But what matters is where it places you and you knowyou have created your own thing. That accomplished feeling. Whowouldn't want that? Billions want it but they just don't know how toget, you see.”
The prematurely aged looked suddenly disappeared.“Wise man, you are, mate,” he remarked. “I woke up this morningand while I was brewing some tea something came over to my mind. Whythis art when plebs in good clothes don't understand a bit of it?This person, a person of good connection, said, “ people these dayshave no time so things that you write and say should always be easyand catchy.” I was mad, I could have defiled that supposedly holyplace with my Fucks. But I didn't do. I dwelled in that and toldmyself: This stuff defines me and I see the genuine me in this,though there is painful fatigue every now and then."
"I don't mindwalking among those people still feeling the ache in my back, for Ihave just done what I wanted. You know this feeling after you havegot that heavy thing off the chest. They may have my bust in myvillage or they may archive my scandalous works. Those things don'tmatter at all. But what matters is where it places you and you knowyou have created your own thing. That accomplished feeling. Whowouldn't want that? Billions want it but they just don't know how toget, you see.”
He went on, it wasnot reverie, it was thoughtful observation. “You know that andthat's why you asked for the remedy or remedies.” It struck me anddrew me out of sullen feeling moulded by the consciousness of theincomplete self. Outside he we stood in the sun, he carried goodtabacco and he offered a roll. We both puffed at it and stood for awhile then we parted. We exchanged no numbers, nor e-mails as thoughwe could do telepathic communication anytime.
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