Therefore, after leaving that island of fortune and misfortune, here I go, paddling up this swampy marshland aboard a small boat, say, a skiff, this is, while meandering in between other smaller islands and several mounds of mud, I’m actually passing several heaps of floating debris, something like big pieces of bark or whatever, carcasses of dead animals, satellite boxes filled up with reeds...etc. And so, as I navigate through this area, my boat is actually being drawn into this and that whirlpool, but, somehow, despite the accumulating of sludge inside, I manage to pass through all that whirlpools, and then, actually, as I move away from this archipelago of mud islands, the current becomes flatter, even though, I’m being pulled in a certain direction, and… I just it it go… I mean, at some point, I'm no longer rowing, I just let myself be carried, and so, in the meanwhile, I even lie down in the middle of the vessel, and there I go, afloat, adrift, gazing at the clouds that pass up there, and then… lulled by the tinkling sound of the soft current hitting the hull of the boat… I fall asleep, and this is, while sleeping I actually dream with the road, say, here I go now, already advancing through some sort of dirt road, raising dust in my back, and then, I’m actually arriving at this sort of village, that in fact, seems to be a reminiscence from my hometown, and so, as I keep advancing, say, now walking along this narrow road with one floor houses on both sides, each of those houses having a small garden on the front, at some point, I can actually hear and then see that, up there on the windows, just like a premonition, people are actually beating pans and pots, this is, as I look at it, up here and up there, I can actually see their pans and pots moving out of the windows but not really their faces… And thus, as I keep advancing in the middle of this garish cortege, at some point, I also come to hear like muffled screams, callings, voices that are kinda familiar to me, but, I can’t really understand anything from what they are really saying, coz, it’s like they are howling, not really speaking, and so, then, as I get to the end of this communal path/road, I even come to see myself in front of this huge lodge door where some young lads are actually seated on a mighty wall, more like a fortress, say, young lads that actually seem to be reminiscences from my childhood, I assume. And so, as I stay here, easily I can understand that, they are actually whispering things between them, as if, talking about me in my back, but, I can’t really understand anything from what they are saying… and then, unexpectedly, it starts to rain, this is, a soft kind of rain, or maybe it’s not rain, maybe it’s slobber falling from the sky, coz people have been spitting up, as we used to say when we were kids. And so, as it comes, the rain, or the spit, it’s actually getting heavier and heavier, and then, in a while, more and more village people are coming here with umbrellas, this is, somehow, in an instant all these umbrellas are getting wrapped up in each other, and so, people are actually getting stuck at the entrance of this kind of lodge, and, as I try to help them, I also get stuck in this mess, and afterwards, at the pick of this turmoil, what occurs is, this big door made of hard wood here on out front, as if automatically, it opens, and, as this happens, everybody is pushed aback by some kind of force, I mean, everybody less me, that here stay, in front of this opened door, gate, feeling a great pressure, and then, instantly, something or someone just pushes or pulls me in, and, there I go, being dragged inside by this strange inexplicably force, this while hearing a big boom now, that is the sound of the door closing on my back. And so, once inside, in the twilight, I see this huge muscular man here by the door, not moving not making any eyes contact, just standing there, like a damn mormon, and so, when I look around, what I see is that, here, in this area by the door, there is almost no one, and the few that can be seen are actually circulating around themselves, alone, like if, attracted by some kind of nothingness, and so, there I go, now getting out of this area, this is, moving more to the center of the arena, where there is more public, more shadows, and, at some point, as I move, unexpectedly, I come to meet this guy that I recognize from my infancy in the village, this is, by now actually she comes to me and instantly puts a big piece of butter in my hands, and I, well, as I keep turning around, I instantly pass the piece of butter to this other familiar guy with long dreads now coming against me, and thus, in a while, here goes the rastaman with his old saying, “the grass is always greener on the other side”, he says, and, well, after some more turns, a lady with big tits and a fluff also comes by my side, this one asking for money, and so, suddenly, there I go, already running away from her, this is, now passing on the side of this guy wearing some kind of jackets with clocks attached, and so, I pick one of this clocks, just in case, and move more to the sideways, by the stairs, where I find my old old friend Piricas. And as we meet, instantly, we hug each other, with contentment, almost breaking each other's bones, and then, I just pass him one of the clocks I had picked up from the jacket of the other guy. And then, as I ask him how's going, straight away, “good!” he says, “I have just escaped from the reformatory!” that's what he add with his nasal intonation, and, as it goes, I introduce him to the butter-man, and so, now the two begin some kind of confederation, and there I go... this is, as I go someone just asks me “Do you know why Jay Christ came so late?"; "No idea!"; I say, "Nor me, but before his arrival the cow and the donkey were already waiting for ages…" he says, and as he says that he shows some kind of strange grimace with blackened teeth, and then, out of nowhere, we also can hear a squeaky laugh romping through the room, and, as I look in that direction, from where it came, we can now contemplate a certain figure wrapped in scarves coming from the laterals, this is, a figure pushing some kind of shopping trolley full of trash, and as it goes by, is actually blowing kisses to everybody in this area here... and then, as he/she gets closer, to my surprise, I also recognize this personage, it’s actually Zara, her face painted like a puppet, as usual, but, she’s not coming closer, this is, actually now she's going towards the toilet entrance, and then, coming from inside the toilet area, we can already hear her mad laughter echoing through the cisterns... and as this happens, there goes the butter-man, also running into that same toilet… and so, in the meanwhile, that woman with big tits like melons that were asking for money before, is actually here now, meeting Piricas, my friend, the psychiatric-hospital escapee, and, in a while, there they go, moving somewhere, together. And by now, as I try to run away from all this memories, there I go, now moving more into the middle zone where there are more people, the well dressed ones I mean… and so, I try to stick through this crowd, but, it's not easy, coz, it´s like, these people here do not want to move, I mean, they are actually dancing very slowly to a quite minimal kind of techno music, like mummies, and then, finally, when I manage to pass through them and arrive at the front, where is this kind of Irish bar made of black varnished wood, here I stay, now observing this girls and guys actually leaning against this same bar, and, as I stay here I listen things like "the square root of the adjacent collateral must be..." or "the soul of the impubescent system that..." or "the disaffection of knowledge that is significant..." or "a bulge in the facts in convergence..." or "the dualistic and central ideas of..." or "the new powers provided for instance in between the statute…" and such other barbarities the likes. And, as I hear all this, I guess this is all people connected to the show-business, and those tall girls without enthusiasm there on the front, maybe wanna-be models, or perhaps, mere presenters of television in quarantine. And now, about the music coming from the bar speakers, it makes me remember the bumper-car tracks of my infancy, plus the stupidities generally associated with them. Thus, I’m also not feeling good here, and so, I try to move more to one of the sides of the bar, looking for something different, because I'm getting all deaf and dumb here. But, when I reach one of the waiters inside the bar itself and ask for free drinks, he, or she, either does not understand or doesn't want to understand, and so, by now, I just point to one of the beer taps, and again, he, or she, just turn their back to me. But, I don't give up so easily, and so, on the going, I look around to see who I could outrage now. And so, there, further there, more to the sideline, now I see this lady in a vest dancing awkwardly with two glasses, one in each hand. And so, there I go, moving straight to her and quickly asking her for a drink, but, also quickly, she confesses, smiling, that she’s actually waiting for her future husband, and so, whoever takes her drinks will have to marry her. And as she says that, well, I make as agreeing, well, I wouldn't mind marrying her, but, “don't rush!” she says, “I can see that I’m not your type!” and so, better to leave her alone now… thus, as I move back and go through, I perceive some guys here confederating on international football, or something the likes, and, there I go, already approaching them, and, as I do it, they seem to get a bit upset with the fact that I’m putting myself in the middle of their conversation, even so, the first thing they do is ask that perennial question about “your club of election”, and so, by now, I just tell them that “I have no club of election, I go with everyone and I do not belong to anyone, but somehow, I prefer the stripes, the black and white, I mean...”, and well, as the guys hear this they seem to get very happy with my comment. And so, yes, by now I just got someone to pay me a drink, finally, a big one, and therefore, here we go already making toasts, this is, “to the black and whites” they say. And thus, I really drink it all in a sudden because I was really thirsty, and as I finish with it, “but, who are you after all!?”, one of the guys ask, and “well well”, I say “I may be some kind of actor on a loan escaping from a bad movie in order to find love, something like that…”, and as I say this they all get silent. And then, there I go, already getting away from them, moving in the direction of the corner, and, as I get there, I look into some kind of mirror but, I can’t really I see myself, this is, what I see is another familiar face approaching in my back, this is, first a face, then a full body dressed in sportive clothes. And as I turn I see, this is Mika, another acquaintance, and as we meet we also hug and give pats in the back of each other, and straight away, there we go, remembering that story about a bathtub we stole from some kind of posh house, this is, the story of how we pushed it out of the room through the window, and how we made it come down through a tree on the side of the house, and then, we also would recall how we actually crossed almost all the city dragging that same bathtub with even taking people inside it, and as it goes, I even remember some of this characters we actually took that so-said bathtub, and, in the meanwhile, as I start to quote some of these characters Mika is gone, and well, then, while I walk around looking for him, at some point, I come to find myself at the top of this wood staircase and, in the meanwhile, down I go, this is… down and around coz, this is actually some kind of spiral staircase... and then, say, as soon as I reach the bottom of this staircase I stop, I mean, now trying to spot any familiar face in this kind of manifestation/performance that is actually going on here. But, actually, I can't recognize any faces, coz, in fact, most of them are actually wearing with some sort of big cloaks, actually extending since the heads until their feet, plus, they are actually displaying some kind of black blinds around their heads, covering their eyes, what doesn’t give me the permission to watch their faces, and so, in the meanwhile, there I go, already advancing in the middle of them, and thus, as I do it, instantly, here they come, circling and twirling in between themselves, myself and I, and so, as I go through them and they come through me, actually, I get to understand that they are actually uttering a lot of stuff related with the world CRISIS… things like, "Long live to the Crisis”; “the crisis is great and friendly!”; “the crisis is magnificent and primordial…”; “the Crisis was already here when we came…”; “the Crisis is great… let’s love the Crisis... let’s live the Crisis…”; “Trust the Crisis!” they keep saying, as they turn around pushing me, me pushing them, and as this scene extends, somehow, I wake up, and well, as I open my eyes, again, I see myself aboard this small vessel, what we may call a skiff, now approaching some kind of shore, say, again a muddy sort of shore full of smokes and debris, and so, in the meanwhile, as I try to approach a place where to moor, in fact, I get encircled by what looks to be some kind of giant snakes actually leaping around, in the water, and in the air, and so, how I manage to pass that and jump onto dry land, I can’t really say.
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