And
so, here we go now, along a muddy road meandering across a huge swamp
area, this is, by we I mean, me, Yol, Jaku and Golias, the three you
have previously seen fighting/playing music in that encampment under
that bridge/platform. And so, by now, each one of us is actually
riding some sort of three wheeled bicycle, this is, bicycles with one
wheel on the front, two on the back, and some kind of trunk up the
rear wheel. And, also, I may say, we are actually on our way to the
rubbish/treasure island, this is, Yol and Jaku are actually riding on
the front, still playing their instruments, I mean, Yol playing that
kind of jelly harmonica, and Jaku, messing with some kind of antenna
that sounds like a theremin, and, following in the back of them, it’s
me, now looking at the muddy waters on both sides of this road, the
ducks gliding on it, and there in the back it’s coming Golias, the
singer, riding on the pluto’s tail. And so, about the surroundings,
we are actually going across some kind of swamp dotted with various
patchworks of reeds, this is, the so-called canna
indica, commonly known as Indian shot…
plus bulrush or reedmace or cattail, and bladderwort, the azolla
caroliniana, and many kinds of lilies gliding through these turbulent
waters. And thus, here we go, I mean, along this path we continue for
some more hours, and then, here I go, already speeding up my pedaling
in order to join those on the front, I mean Yol and Jaku, still
playing their instruments, this is, Yol, still blowing on that jelly
harmonica from time to time, and Jaku, still messing up with that
strange antenna now and then, producing this continuous shrinking
noise with many kinds of interferences. And so, here I go, now
joining them on the front, this is, making some percussion noises on
the loose pieces of my bicycle while trotting some kind of melody,
and there in the back, falling further and further behind, from time
to time, we can still hear Golias ringing the many bell installed on
his bicycle frame, and so, as it goes, at some point, we are actually
no more following along that winding road, but now advancing through
kind of causeway, a beaten mud path, I mean, a natural bridge, this
is, a bank with water on both sides, and so, along this bank we
follow during some hours more, and as we advance, the smell in the
air is actually getting more and more viscous, and the humming of
frogs in the middle of the surrounding ponds actually becoming deeper
and hollower, and, from time to time, fat snakes are actually
appearing dead on the sides of the road, and then, there it is…
shrouded in smoke, there it is, the thing we have come in reach, the
so-called treasure inland, on our front now, apparently, not so far
away… and, as we advance, then, some kind of pervasive smells gets
more and more evident, this is, various chemical aromas… and, this
is, after crossing different curtains of smoke, as it goes, we can
already see the heaps of rubbish all around, some higher than others,
and also, some piles of scrap metal, heaps of gravel and rotten wood,
and in the middle of all that, we also can envisage a couple of dry
trees with some kind of colorful fruits etc. And so, as soon as we
reach the end of this cuseway, me and my brothers are actually
dismounting from our biycicles, and then, pushing them through the
heaps of rubbish and debris… and so, further, as we advance through
this scrappy paisaje, my brothers are already moving away to the
sides, looking for stuff, I mean, already filling the trolleys of
their bicycles with different kind of gadjets, and me, as I can’t
really advance with this bicycle attached to my body, I leave it
here/there, somewhere, and there I go, waddling through the heaps of
trash, and then, as it goes, it gets really difficult to breathe
here, and so, at some point, I even have to cover my nose with a rag
in order to endure this ambience… And so, in this fashion I
continue, digging and digging around through the heaps of rubbish and
trash, on the prowl
of
what I don’t know… and then, somehow, inexplicably, I manage to
reach what looks to be the center of this inland, and well, I call it
the center coz it’s here that, actually, I find this rubish castle,
a castle actually surrounded by a small garden with very lush and
lustrous trees and some shrubs, and so, as I go through it, here, I
can finally remove the rag from my nose and breath, and then, as it
goes, I even come to a small pool in the middle of a quaint garden,
and so, there I go, already advancing in the direction of this same
pool, where I go to wash my hands and dirty face… and so, while I
refresh up, unexpectely, some kind of blue fruits even falls down
from a tree on my side, and, well, I pick one, but… I decide not to
eat it right away, this is, I just put it in one of my pockets. And
then, there I go, already looking for this castle's entrance, but, I
can’t easily find it, this is, I can see many kinds of doors and
gates with different sizes and formats, but all of them seem to be
part of the wall, and so, I can't really understand which ones are
actually detachable… until that, finally, it happens that, I manage
to get in through some kind of window, and then, as I land inside,
the owner of this rubbish mansion is already appearing, looking at
me, this is, the owner is actually a middle aged woman with some kind
of freaky smile, smudged lips and frizzy hair, wearing a plain dress
with several colorful badges attached to it. And, well, as she looks
at me inquisitive, apparently, I say my name in this language I
created along the road, and she, well, she also says something I
can't really understand, but I hear the translation inside my head,
and so, my head actually says that she is saying something like “Make
yourself at home, and no worries… I was already waiting for you”;
and so, “oh” I say, and then there we go, already getting on the
move, this is, in the meanwhile she takes me through a series of
different rooms with curtained walls and as we go though, I even see
that the ceilings here and there are actually covered with broken
umbrellas and keyfobs hanging from the rods. And then, further, as we
get inside some room with its walls lined with fur, she makes me sit
on some sofa with some kind of hippopotamus format, while she, well,
she just sits on my front, in some kind of armchair with tiger rugs
attached to it, and then, as it goes, she even offers me some kind of
wine with dates inside that taste like licorice…
and thus, then, as I drink it, I look around and think to myself…
“Well, here I am now, inside this rubbish castle, in the middle of
this treasure island that turned out to be more a rubbish island than
a treasure island, and, what about the treasure, should I go and look
for it, or, is it the treasure this castle here? And, am I already
inside of it? Or, is the treasure this lady here at my front, or, is
this liquorice I’m actually drinking now the treasure itself?”
And so, as I think about all this, again, she also says something I
can't really understand, but, again, I can hear the translations of
what she just said inside my head, and so, what my head actually
tells me this: “Do not worries, relax, and nevermind about
treasures… I know very well who you are… this is, I know very
well why you are here, and, I may also say, that, I know more about
what you are than you may know about yourself!” and now, outside my
head, as I keep hearing her drowsy voice, as it goes, I'm getting
more and more tired and then… it didn't take long for me to get
into some kind of sound sleep, this is, apparently, what I was really
needing, and so, what would happen after this, I can't really tell.
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