NOWHERE - On the way to the rubbish inland

 Now, along a cracked tarmac road meandering across a huge swamp area we follow, this is, as we I mean, me, Jaku, Yol and Golias, here we go, each one of us actually riding some sort of three wheeled bicycle, one wheel on the front, two on the back, plus, some kind of trunk, up the rear wheel, assets constructed by Jaku, the one we saw making percussion on scrap metal devices at that encampment under the bridge. And so, I may say, we are on our way to the rubbish inland, whatever it may be… But, let’s nevermind that, here, the surroundings, a swamp dotted with some patchworks of reeds, the so-called canna indica, commonly known as Indian shot… and, now, about our heroes, Jaku is riding on the front, and on his side, is Yol, the harmonica player, also coming from that same encampment under the bridge, and, the third one is me, pedaling between the front group and Golias, that now starts some kind of speech about “...politicians, we all have been watching them talking, chatting, babbling on TV screens through the times... serious faces trembling on the mirror… their neck being strangled, as usual…  2  dull expressions punctuated with grimaces and some defected smiles... and then, these bulgy eyes, more like a bull, never looking straight to you… however, the fluidity of their speech may capture your attention and perhaps you not really understanding all their words, but, you will keep watching it, and then, when you take a look at the sides… this is, while you ingest some food, you try to interpret the origin of this or that silly comment you couldn't really understand… and, there you go, looking at the screen again, getting hypnotized by the speech of this man that once was… this is, a man that sold his soul to the devil because of… bubbles… and then there is his language, a mix of economical terms and populist expressions stole from the working class... plus, some vocabulary from jurisprudence, if necessary… terms that, sometimes,  nobody understands… plus some science verbiage, just to be with the times... all flavored in a powerpop journalistic tone. Because yes, news, the actuality, are their motto… our motto… it has to be like that… or, aren't they there, in that position, to create the present, to play saviors of the world? But… well, I'm not saying that all these stratagems just serve to support the lust for power, because yes, that kind of lust is also in all of us, isn’t it? In me, in you, in them… and so, I'm not saying that their speech is all fake, because yes, it's good to remember… words have a body too… this is, once released, they can fall over humanity like a weapon, or at least… as some kind of virus that may spread through the minds and the bones and the hearts of all biological systems and non-bionics systems may also be touched…  and so… the desire of making the nation more wealthy, may be worthy, may not.. well… there is a fact, some people, and not a few, still believe in politicians, thus… when we have a need… a demand… a require, we should get the product, the offer, because, that's the capitalist way of doing it, if we still wanna label it like that... but then, yes, we already know, we are all creators... coz, life is meaningless… so, we are all here to create a meaning... thus, power is a thing that all human beings pursue, but… some will more easily get satisfied than others... and, there are many kinds of powers…” he says, while cycling, with some regularity, zigzagging from one side to the other of the road, and so, while I’m looking the surrounding paisaje, he continues, “The power of being in control… the power of giving orders and instructions to others and being in charge of plans and structures, trying to make it happen in a smarter way than others did before… and then, somehow, making it even more lucrative and enjoyable, than other did before, but… the concept, the plan, must have some traps in the middle too… this is, some traps where people can deposit their left-overs of happiness… so, the power of winning a match… the many sport competitions and their actors… the athlete full of self-esteem, being respected and parsed by the public… individuals that want to be as cool as this or that athlete, all pretenders... and so, the will to feel more close to the skies, even if God is not there... 3 this is, the desire of being at the top of the world is something yearned by almost everyone, or at least, the desire of being at the top of a stage... Yeas, everybody likes a bit of fame, even the awkward one, always trying to escape from other human beings, but at the same time, dreaming that day  they will come out of the box, do some killing, and, save the world at the same time...This is, the artist, the seeker, the sensible soul, here sweating and bleeding, producing a kind of ritual inside themselves… being constantly in war with their own monsters, the monsters they have absorbed from all the movies they have seen... all the books they have read… all the stupidities they have passed through, and then, after the destruction comes the lull… this is, the winner and the loser becoming the same again… so, here are some dogmas… The power of the flesh! The nativity! The household! The propriety! The ambition of the clan…” and so, I'm leaving the orator now, getting more aware of the ones pedaling on the front… but still listening him  “Engaged with bankers, clerks, scientists, and military chiefs... the politician, almost always claims a reconstruction of the system, this is, for him, for us, the system as it is now is never perfect… he always want more.. and then, yeas, we know, life is about change, but, a permanent intent to restructure the structures of the system will make it sick… so, sometimes it's time to stop and accept the world as it is… take a rest, listen to the clouds, go with the flow… and so, that's why I retired… I retired to read about the magnificence of my ancestors, and also, to read some fiction, this is, to let myself be immersed by some fantasy things…” And by now, Golias stops talking, and there he goes, just staring at the paisaje… and then, we also can see, over there, big birds landing and taking off from the small mud islands that are surrounding us… and so, there on the front, Jaku and Yol continue their pedaling, opening the way, playing their bells, sometimes singing, sometimes shouting, even so, from here, we still can hear the babbling from this mr politician, “Back to the metropolis, I didn’t want to give instructions any more. This is, I just had to listen to what my subordinates had to say and… and, choose the best ideas, this is, sometimes randomly, because we know, the goal is always the same, economic growth, economic growth, economic growth… and so, at some point, I just had to dramatize a opinion, make it look more real and less confuse… coz, you know, too much emotiveness is not good, because people want chocolate, but hard chocolate in a tablet, so that they can break it in pieces, this is, they don't want to be seen with chocolate fluid dropping from their lips or chin… so, I got saturated with propaganda… saturated of good fake intentions, and then, at some point, people would spot something abnormal in my nose… in my haircut, and it came the day that the industrialists were no more with me, and in the meanwhile, a scandal about my private life would spread through the newspapers, through the commercial institutions, through the coiffures, through the radios, through the TV channels, through the internet, through the 4 intranet, etc. This is, I lost a lot of friends but got the support of others that I didn't know were there. And so, it was with the help of some of these new friends,  the outmatched ones, that I moved into a new stage, this is… I made alliances with old enemies and even went to have gracious dinners with them... and, in all these dinners we used to have conversations about everything less politics… And then, I even dedicated myself to my family, like I never did before, so, I dedicated myself to my wifes, to my children, to my pets… I tried to fix the scars… the scars the Midea made on them because of the bad propaganda about my party…  thus, I would get a chauffeur… coz I was no more into driving, and yeah, this chauffeur would become my best friend… this is,  I got in the habit of making permanent visits to his house, and, I got to know all his family members… and, while there, we would discuss trivial matters… This is, I was recycling my energy with this sudden approach to the working-class, a class that I never really experienced… but you can relax, all this doesn't mean that I was becoming some kind of socialist, communist, or something like that, because… that rhetoric was already part of me in the past, when I entered the political world, during my teen's… I means, just then, with the conquest of the power, I became a republican, a moderate, I became whatever the others wanted me to be… so, this is, I ordered missiles through the post, I made war against starvation, and then, I invested all the money in fictional projects… projects that got all mislaid… because of…” and again, I’m aproaching Jaku and Yol, now making some kind of stunts as they drive, and, well, I show them my  capacites too. And, afterwards, again, coming back to the main character, this is, the falling leader now becoming a new radical… “And thus, what more could I wish? Actually I just wanted to have some fun! That's what I wanted... and so, I became friends with new enjoy-yourself institutions; cheap philosophers; tourism wizards… things like that, and, at some point, I even got in an affair with an ex-tv-presenter-wanna-be-actress, but that thing was transformed in a big scandal, they said I violated her, yes, they, the Midia, I mean, anyway, I got tired of all that and decided to retire. So, just like that, I got into my jet and escaped to the so-called underdeveloped world where I went to do some kind of surgery, in a private clinic.” And so, as he says this, Jaku and Yol are actually whistling, making percussion on the loose pieces pieces from their bicycles, and then, pedaling slower, getting more close to us, and then, mr Golias even surpass us, leading the race now, he continues like this, “so, once there, at the countryside of this so-called underdeveloped world, I would buy a house, or better, I would buy a mansion there on a hill with luxurious vegetation, a hill where there was already some other escapees from the same modern world I was also coming from… and thus, it was with them that I began organizing lascivious parties at the local church… this is, a new kind of church, a church for the-new-riches-freaky-spiritual-something, and thus, while 5 joining this events, we were all in the search of a new kind of pleasure, new kinds of magic, or, whatsoever… And for this, I even contracted some sort of gurus to live with me in my mansion, plus their secretaries and promoters, that would do all the job for me… so, I just had to work in the back, licking counterfeit pussies, masturbating sambo cocks… etc. I mean, so much oil they would ejaculate that, I would get sick of it all and decided to change to other more clean, not scarce energies… and then, taking the counsel of my personal warlocks… I have also decided that I wouldn't eat any more meat and I wouldn't go into any more regular sex. So, I got on a diet of escargots, flower-cabbages, carrots and pink onions, and my shit would become shiny-green and my mucus would become velvet-blue… and at this point, I didn’t know any more in which kind of business I was involved… this is, as I remember now, at some point, not satisfied with all that I have conquered, I went to take refuge on the top of some hills, and so, once there, I decided to climb a high and dry palm-tree... and thus, from there, from the tip-top, I cried and I cried... and then I saw, my tears were coming down over the fauns... and plus, while there, I thought about suicide, I thought about providence, I thought about angels and demons… as I remember… but no, I didn't have the courage to kill myself… so, while still there, at the vertex, I decided that, I would come down and destroy the whole world, and after, yes, who knows, I would kill myself… But then, as I put my feet on the ground again, I realized what was happening with me… actually, I was just missing the combat in the parliament, I was missing the applause from the public, and, perhaps, I was also missing the scandals on the news… so, thinking about the golden old days, I would return to my mansion, kicking the androgenic chickens on the way, and, I would destroy all the house, I would I make knots on the hair of all that impudent women around…  and, I would expelled all my emotional advisers, and then, to my room I would go to dress up… and so, now, with my old smoking on, I would come out through an alternative door, escaping  the flames, escaping the screams… and then, I would get in a secret lift that would take me out of that hill… this is… minutes after I was on the airport entering a private jet… and then, as I landed on that old country, yes, the police was already there waiting for me… and so, on the following days I would go through a series of trials… this is, I would spend all my money with lawyers and law advivers, but for nothing, this is, I would ended up in the streets… living with criminals and runways like you…” And so, by now, as he says those things, we are actually getting off the main road, following along a dusty path, and Golias is gone, coz he keeps going in front along the main road. And so, now, here, going along this dusty path, Yol, still playing his jelly harmonica, and Jaku, from times to times, ringing some different kind of bells he has attached to the steering wheel, and then, it’s me, on Pluto's Tail, singing some kind of cacophonies, using mainly vowels and onomatopoeias. And, on both sides of our path, we can see some tiny inlets in the middle of the muddy waters, and also, some kind cabins are mounted in the middle of these inlets… and so, as I look at this scenery, it 6 reminds me of some cartoons I had seen in my childhood… Thus, along this path we continue  for some more hours, and then, as we are getting closer, the path would get more and more narrow, until that, it would be no more a path but some sort of bridge… and so, now, as we mount this bridge we can already catch sight of the so-called rubbish inland we intend to achieve, there it is, shrouded in smoke, and then, as we advance, some kind of pervasive smells get more and more evident, this is, various chemical aromas… And so, after crossing different curtains of smoke, we can already see the heaps of rubbish everywhere, 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 see some kind of dry trees with colorful fruits etc. And so, as soon as we reach the end of this bridge, me and my brothers are now dismounting our biycicles, and then, pushing them through the heaps of rubbish, debris and scrap metal… and then, as we advance through this scrappy paisaje, my brothers are already  moving away to the sides, looking for stuff, filling the trolleys from their bicycles with different kind of gadjets, and me, as I can’t advance with the bicycle attached to my body, I leave it there, somewhere, and there I go, waddling through the heaps of trash and  then, there is some curtain of smoke,  and so, as I go through it, it’s really difficult to breathe here, and so, at this point I even have to cover my nose with a rag in order to endure this… And then, there I go, digging around through the heaps of rubbish and trash, on the prowl of I don’t know what… and then, somehow, I reach the center of the inland, and this is, it is there that I find this kind of rubish castle, a castle actually surrounded by a small garden with very lush and lustrous trees and shrubs, and so, here, I can finally remove the rag from my nose and breath, and then, I even come to a small pool in the garden, and there I go to wash my hands and dirty face in that greenish waters… and then, while I refresh up, some fruits falls down from a tree on my side, and I pick one, coz it is tempting, but… I decide not to eat it right away, so, I put it in one of my pockets. And then, there I go, already looking for this castle's entrance, but, as it goes, 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 understand right away which ones are actually detachable… until that, finally, I manage to get in through some kind of window. And so, as I land inside, the owner of this rubbish mansion is already there, looking at me, this is, a middle aged woman with a freaky kind of smile, smudged lips and frizzy hair, wearing a plain dress with several colorful badges attached to it. And so, as I approach her I say my name, and she says something like “Make yourself at home, no worries, I was already waiting for you”; “oh” I say, and then, she take me through a series different rooms with curtained walls and the ceiling is covered with broken umbrellas and keychains and keyfobs hanging from the rods. Then, as she directs me to another room, she makes me sit on some kind of sofa with a hippopotamus format, and she sits on my front, in a kind of armchair with tiger rugs attached to it, and she even offers me some kind of wine and dates that taste like… and as I drink it I look around and think to myself… “Here I am now, inside a rubbish castle, in the middle of a rubbish inland, accompanied by a quaint woman, drinking palm wine and eating dates that taste like marshmallows! Oh my gosh!” And as I think about this, she tells me to relax again, “no worries!” she says, and then, “I know very well who you are… this is, maybe I know more about you than you know about yourself!” she insists; and then, later that night, I would dream that she was removing stones from my belly and I could not escape.