NOWHERE - far away from everything

 Now, far away from everything, after some hours of walking along a series of forest roads, I get to this village, but I see no people, all is abandoned here. And so, in the meanwhile, as I pass in front of some convenience stores, the windows are actually covered with some large brown newspapers with news from the last century, and then, I walk by a hairdresser with posters containing haircuts from the old times, and then, I also pass a farmacy full of out-of-date chemical products inside. And as it goes, when I pass some gift shops with broken windows, I realize that there was some kind of looting here, and then, as I reach one of these ready-to-wear boutiques, with naked, dismembered mannequins inside, to my surprise, I see a real girls inside, this is, a girl with a fringe and shorts, here on the showcase, playing with one of these old mannequins. And so, here I halt, staring at this vision, and she, she even closes her eyes as she perceives my look. And so, then, all of a sudden, I’m already inside, and straight away I tell her that I recognize her from a dream. “Ah, what do you mean with that, stranger?”; she says, “Oh my dear, it's like seeing through water…”; “Really, and how am I like inside water?”; “I see your bright soul, tired of being trapped inside, it wants to fly, far away from here…”; “But, who do you think you are to say that, stranger?”; “Me? I'm like the clock sent through the washing machine, my dear, do you know about it?”; “Hum, I guess it tells me something... but from where are you coming, stranger, you might be coming from some distant place…”; “You are right my dear, I just arrived from the world's end, in truth I went there just to change my boots but…”; “Curious, I've also been to the world's end but I haven't seen you around there!”; “That's because I was there in a dark corner, recovering, but... now tell me, what could a beauty like you have to do in the world's end?”; “I went there to... buy some dresses!”; “And so, didn’t you find your number?”; “No, unfortunately I haven't found my right number there, nothing really fits me…” (and now as she says that I go towards her) “Listen dear, I know exactly who you are! I know!”; “Oh you know, so tell me who am I, and what am I doing here in this phantom town?”; “You're... that is, you're the queen of nooone!”; “ The queen of nooone? You mean, the queen of nothing? Oh! That is sad!”; “No my dear, it's not sad, one day we will meet again, please do not forget me…” And with this promise I retreat myself from there and run away from that phantom place. Thus, I go along these streets with no-people, this is, I pass the abandoned banks, the abandoned malls, and then out of this village I go, running across a field of red poppies now, still thinking about my queen of Nooone, my queen of Noone, my queen of None... and then, I can't advance no more... so, I just throw myself on the floor, crying and crying and crying… And so, still sobbing, I manage to climb through some mossy rocks until the top... and once there... I lay on the peak of these same rocks, staring at those white rails crossing the blue sky, and there, after much staring, I see her again, mounting those rails of light, and then, I come back to the road. I kept going along some provincial roads, surrounded by small forests and agricultural gardens, and thus, when the night comes, I jump into a yard on the back of some farm houses, in search of food. And, as I go through, I see the scarecrows looking at me flabbergasted, and then, I climb one of these fruit trees with fruits lit by the full moon, and guess what, I haven't eaten anything for days, so, these unknown fruits from the skies are tasting amazing. And also, I may say, the world from up here looks like an amazing place to be, and so, I take my time ingesting these gifts from the cosmos. And then, on the upper side of the yards, I also see some lights, and so, after quenching my hunger and thirst, down I come, and stealthy I move along this flabby cultivated land, and there I go, approaching some of those farm houses with light on the windows. And so, here I’m now, protected by some shrubs on the fence, I spy the insides of one of these illuminated windows. So, effectively, from here I can see a proper family in the dining room, man, woman, and children. And now I see, the kids messing with some stuff under that same table and the mother is warning them, but they don't stop. Then, the man is admonishing the woman and the woman is threatening the man. Thereupon, the man stands up and hits the children. And as it goes, at some point, I decide to throw some stones at their window and quickly I get off. Then, there I go, running along the yard, jumping the fences and coming back to the road, a different road now, made of cracked tarmac, a village road. And as I go through, there are some yellowish lights here and there, but no people. And many abandonments, many rotten houses. And so, here I go now, walking through this apparently abandoned village, still thinking about my Queen of None, and then, more into the center of this town, I find the fire brigade building, and I see, there are some lights inside, so, I decide to try my luck, and therefore, I press a button by the main gate, and afterwards I can hear real bells ringing inside, and so, after a while someone comes to see me at the gate, first one, then two, after a group of them. At first, the peace soldiers do not understand my language, so I have to make some signs with the hands in order to pass my message, but even this way they still do not understand me, so someone goes back to call the transmissions man, and here he is now, a pale dude that can speak some dozens of languages and also understands about sign language, and so, I’m happy now, finally someone that could understood me, and then he kinda tells me that this village is cursed, so that's why almost everybody emigrated. And to this I just say “that isn’t a problem to me, I’m some kind of gosh too”. So, then, this man starts to talk in other 4 kinds of languages, maybe testing me, and me also speaking  different idioms, we both testing each other. And while we establish communications, the other firemen, around a dozen, are standing there, on our back, looking at me and to the translator with some expectation. And of course, they all want to know who I am, and from where I come from, and what I’m doing here, or there. And so, taking his time, calmly the transmissions man turns to them and  starts to explain that I’m just some kind of vagabond looking for a place to stay, plus adding, that, I’m actually coming from far far away and so, I have just arrived here after weeks, months, years of hitching all around the world. And then, more he informs, to satisfy their curiosity, that I may be someone from the “Tauramataras, a extinguished country, now submerged under water”. And the peace-soldiers, amazed and bewildered by this accounting from their brother-in-law, there they go, opening their way in order to make me get in their palace, actually a huge pavilion with corrugated metal walls. So, here I go now, getting inside this large living-room decorated with ancient fire tools and big photos, like puzzles, photos of the men combating the fire. So, instantly, they make me sit on a big table, and they bring me food, drinks, desserts, and I eat this and that, and there they are, staring at me, munching, while making all kinds of questions about my identity. And so, the transmission man is still here, making all kinds of needed translations. And, to answer their questions, among other things, I said to be some kind old-fashioned messenger, I carry messages from country to country, from the past to the future. And the soldiers, intrigued with my exposing, now want to know more about these messages, but I just say that these are all secret messages, I can’t expose it like that… nevertheless, maybe I could give some advice to them, personalized advice to each of them. And very much they liked this idea, so into a private room they take me, in order to receive each one of them individually… And so, said and done, as it goes, to the first one that comes in my advice is “You should completely change your life, leave your house and leave this place, because danger will be coming soon.” And to the next one I say “Do not worry no more about what others may think or not think about yourself, do it as you please”. And to the next one I suggested “Be less arrogant with yourself and with the others around, and you will be loved again”. And to the fourth I say “Go and look for God”. And the fifth, I advised him to “Study the water and the sky”. And to the sixth I suggest “Pay more attention to your dreams, and you will see what is missing…” And to the seventh “The only true love is the love at first sight” And to the eighth I write a message in a paper and tell him to deliver it to a person of his choice on the streets, far away from here. And to the ninth I say “Stop eating bullshit”. And to the tenth I counseled some good black and white movies, like Tarkovsky, Bergman, Polanski. And finally to the translator I confessed the truth, “I’m just an impostor, you know, I know that you know!” and he also confesses to be not so different from me... and so, up we go, into the bedrooms area, bedrooms with bunk beds, where other guys are already sleeping, and as we get in he tells me that I can choose my bed, my bunk, and so, I can choose to lay on the top bed or on the bottom one, as I prefer, and of course, I chose one of the top 5 beds. Afterwards, they give me some clothes, a towel and they tell me where the shower room is. And so, there I go, with that new clothes under my arm, moving into the shower room. And once there, it is very difficult to regulate the temperature of water, but after I managed to do it, I don't want to leave, I want to stay there forever, thinking about life, thinking about where I have been and where am I going, thinking about how I came here, thinking about all this quaint people I have met, and then, as usual, thinking about that desert where I came from, the sky falling over the dunes, and me being absorbed by all that digital machinery. And then, thinking about my queen of None, thinking about our meeting… thinking about when and where I would meet her again. And then I wake up, and come back to my bunk, I try to sleep, but I can't, because there are some other guys whispering in the the beds around, and, as I hear them now, I remember the times I passed in that encampment under the bridge, this is, I remember the black brothers whispering non sense things all night, while injecting strange powders in their veins, and then I sleep. And while I sleep I have a dream. In this dream I see myself holding a gorilla mask, going up a slope along a narrow street with bent buildings on both sides. And as I get to the top of this lane, I start to hear people ranting and singing, and I recognise some voices, they look like voices from people from my hometown. People murmuring, maybe happy in this or that moment, some fallen on the lawn, looking at the sky falling over while others are spitting on their falling heads. Some kissing, others pissing at the back of trees in the small gardens in front of the commercial houses where I’m now with my gorilla mask on. "And I got two loves... Uh Uh Ahuuu… that are in no way the same... Uh Uh Ahuuu!...” I sing as I pass through these people “and I'm not sure I’m not sure... Uh Uh Ahuuu!.. If they are fictional or unreal… Uh Uh Ahuuu!..” I keep babbling, while doing a series of pirouettes among the bohemian passers-by who walk between the commercial houses and the small gardens on the front of it, and then, while punching my chest, I proceed “and I'm not sure! I’m not sure Uh Uh Ahuuu!.. which one I like the best Uh Uh Ahuuu!..” Then, as I keep stuttering these things, three pink-faced girls walk away from me, apparently frightened, but still laughing with nervousness. And now I get to a small group of intellectuals students dressed in black, one with some kind of studied beard and pointed shoes, saying “Relativity only exists with knowledge of the absolute, but...”, “but but but I'm not sure... I’m not certain Uh Uh Ahu... the absolute or the relative…” I troll “which one I like the best after all... Uh Uh Ahu… Uh Uh Ahu… the doctor and the engineer... which one more equivocal” and the students walk away. Now, I listen some bongos, and as I turn, I perceive that I’m not the only one, I have competitors, this is, standing by the entrance of one of the bars, a young man with green hair plays guitar in a fast and clumsy way, and the other one on the floor is playing the bongos, and another one with a lot of piercings on his nose and cheeks snarls phrases like “everybody goes to the fuck, everybody goes to the fuck; put your hands in the air… put your heads on the floor… everybody goes to the fuck… we're all going to the fuck”, and next to this trio of rickety musicians, there are some more tattered-looking boys or girls staggering and dancing or dancing like staggering while the music goes on, mistreating each others, and then, hugging each others, effusively, and there are some others asking money to who is entering and leaving this bars on their back, and one is saying something like “the monkey likes bananas, the monkey likes bananas, but what I like more is vanilla” a phrase that particularly amuses me, and so, as I get close to them, they all start pounding their fists on their chest, making fun of my gorilla appearance, what that also amuses me. And so, then, as I try to get in 6 one of these bars, the security guard promptly appears  warning that "you can't be inside with this mask on", to what I reply "I can't be here masked as much as you can't be here with that horns on your head” and suddenly everything turns misty, this is, I just got hit. And so now I'm being kicked and dragged across the floor, and all in a sudden the punks that were outside surrounding that bad guitar player, they come over and try to defend me, and those who were inside playing snooker also come over here armed with their sticks ready to defend the securityman and then there are chairs and tables flying around, this is, they are all fighting and me crawling under the tables, and those who were outside on the sidewalk, are now trying to get in and those who were inside are now trying to get out, people pushing each others, and in the middle of all this the securityman disappears, and then, there is a lot of oil in the toilet room, and some kids, that actually are reminiscences of the kids from my hometown, are doing skate inside the toilet, and some kind of aggressive music is blaring from speakers apparently installed under their skates, and as they pass by I go and wash the blood from my mouth on the sink, staring at my face in the mirror, and here now I see myself laying at that bunk bed again, waking up in a jolt with  sirens blaring all around, and the skaters are leaving now, and the security man that hit me before are now coming in the toilet, but I’m no more there, I'm back to the fire station and the punks I saw in the street beating their fists against their chests are now here dressed as firefighters, I mean we’re again in that room from the firebrigade station, and there's a lot of hustle and bustle all around, the sirens continue to wail and everyone is running, dressing their overalls, gathering their tools, getting ready to go into the terrain and do some firefighting, and me looking at all this, still lying on that bunk, not sure what I should do, if I should also stand up, or stay here, and then the translator man also comes in, bringing me also some equipment, and so, I get dressed and down I go, sliding through the rod installed in the middle of this room as you have seen in certain movies. So, already downstairs, as I get to the main gate, someone passes me a proper helmet, a pair of gloves and a thermic lunch-box... well, I’m not sure if that is really a lunch-box, maybe some kind of tool-box, but so… Now everybody is entering into the camions... and also me, I’m being pushed inside, and when the camion is already on the move, I see my translator, outside, not equipped, on the door, waving bye byes to me and the others, and me also waving bye byes to him and a couple of elders on his side... and my comrades here inside the truck, are actually making fun of his figure... making me questions I can’t understand and so, there we go, getting off the road now, and following along a winding dirt path, this is, we are getting closer and closer the flames, and as we approach we can already smell the smoke, and so, at this point, my comrades here on my side are already making me sigs, teaching me how to use the smoke masks etc, and then, as we arrive, I instantly help them to unwind and extend the hoses, but, when the water comes, there I so, running away from them, going down, in between the mountains covered with smoke, this is, as I advance I see blazes crossing the sky over my head, and then,  as I keep going down, I even bury myself in the mounds of ashes.