So, by now, I’m actually entering some kind of commercial center, this is, some kind of shopping, some kind of mall, as you wanna call it.. And thus, as I go trough, here, at the ground floor, it's all about accessories, this is, fashion accessories, coolness accessories, smartness accessories, hygiene accessories, etc; and then, on the second floor is all about computers and techno-ilogic paraphernalia and household appliances; and then, the third floor is actually filled up with clothes shops, shoes stores, millinery, bed linen stores, and, I go inside this or that clothes stores, watching women, guys, shemales, their mannerism while shopping, their indecision about buying this or that item, and me here, making approving or disapproving expressions and then, following them until the exit, watching them making their way out with packets squeezed against their legs, this is, controlling the pressure, and then, there we go, through the balconies, through the escalators. And so, then, on the next floor is all about papers and ink, this is, books stores, magazines stores, newspapers stores, I mean, so many dead trees here huddled together, and well, I don't even dare to approach it, thus, directly I go to the next floor, apparently the last floor, and so, now here, is all about eating, this is, fast food restaurants, different kinds of burgers, pizzas with funky names, colorful spaghetti... etc. And so, while passing through the tables, I watch people with funny faces, with drowsy faces, eating those things unobtrusively, chewing softly, and then, wiping the corners of their mouths discreetly, this is, trying to eat as if they didn't need to open their mouths, and so, as it goes, soon I get to understand that a lot of them don't even finish their plates... thus, there I go again, through the tables, picking leftovers here and there... and then, in a while, the waiter cleaning the tables, this is, a middle aged chubby woman, is already coming to me, offering me different sauces, personal questions being involved. Thus, we confided for a while, and then, at some point, I’m already leaving this area and going down, through the escalators, again. And, as I’m actually descending, down there, on the ground-floor, we can actually see, a big fountain ejaculating some sort of dark-silver liquid, and so, here I go, now leaning against the handrail, staring at the glazed ceiling of this enormous shopping mall, and at the same time, at the jets of dark-silver water coming from the fountain. And, as it goes, if it weren't someone's back stopping me, I would have fainted… and then, as I ask my apologies, this someone just smiles. Therefore, in the next instance, we are already at the bottom of the stairs, and, there I go, already advancing in the direction of the so-said fountain, and, as I reach it, I just sit here, on the brim of this poll, this artificial lake, coz this brim is some kind of seat where other people are already seated, I mean, seated with large spaces in between them, this is, everybody is alone here, or if not alone, accompanied with bolt shopping bags... and then, I even try to make some eye contact with the sides, but, it doesn't work, and thus, after being here for a while, we start feeling the moist on our nape and scruff... this is, some drops are even coming to land on our face and on the projection of it... and further, in a while, through the corner of my eyes, I already can see, some sort of man with long grayish hair, coming closer and closer, apparently, slowly sliding his buttocks over the edge of this fountain, and then, when he is already close by, he is already going like this “You make me… you… you make me remember someone from… well, from that times in the jungle…” and so, as I turn to him, he continues, “So very familiar to him you are... I mean, you have all the looks… even your way of standing, it’s awful, you are pretty similar to my old fella from the service…”; “From the service?” I exclaim. “Yeap, my comrade, he died in my arms, sorry to say... in that.. well, in that bloody war, sorry to say... and, he was so young... I mean, we were so young... yes... my old fella, his name was Diego, but we called him Dee Dee…”; “Oh, Diego? Isn’t that Italien?”; “Think so!”; “So do I look like him? But, I'm not Italian...”; “You do... I mean, the same pointed chin... the same half closed eyes... the same far away expression... the same shabby hair…”; “Ok ok, in the end it's all about the hair, isn’t it!?” I say. “Not only that… this is, I must add, you also look like you're actually coming from some kind of war …”; “Oh, do I look like a war victim?”; “Kind of, I mean, you look tired, but proud of your achievements, I can see that... I wasn't born yesterday... I mean, I was there in that hell... I looked the devil in the eyes… and…”; “Sorry to disappoint you, mister... but I myself just born today... you believe or not, I don't know anything you are talking about…”; “No problem buddy, I will no more bother you with this shit war conversation no more, I just wanted to tell you how you look so much like him... and actually, we loved him...”; “So, we may say, are you some kind of war survivor?” I ask. “A victim, actually... a fucking victim!” he says; “But you survived…”; “I survived with a smashed leg, if you wanna know... this thing you see here... (and as he says this is he’s actually pointing down to his right leg now) I mean, this thing here is not made of flesh and bones, this thing it's actually made of wax, platinum and screws... that's how I survived, yes, they sent me away, coz, I was no more useful for them, so, yeah, I got a pension, I didn't have to work that much no more... this is, I went through life with a lot of free time, I mean, I had time to think... to overthink, you see... but, I'm not complaining now... I mean, I have achieved something, just to say, I have become some kind of Guro... that's how some people call me…”; “Guro? So you are an expert…” I say. “Yes, you also can say that, I'm a fucking expert, you can say that…”; “Some kind of war specialist!”; “No, not that shit... enough of that shit I got!... sorry... let's leave that shit for the psychoanalysts, for the psychiatrists and the psychologists…”; “So, what's your specialization actually?”; “I no more want to talk about myself, kid, I'm tired of myself, tell me about you, what have you been doing, why are your skin so flaky? Why did you just say you were born today?”; “Actually, I’m just coming from the big desert, this is, huge sandstorms I crossed, that's why my skin got flaky like this, you see…”; “Oh, that looks thrilling... but which deserts are you talking about, deserts in this world or in some kind of dream, kid?”; “I don't know the name of that desert... I mean, I was there, and all the spirits came to me… and well, I tried to run away, but, actually, the sky was coming down, this is, a black sky full of mathematical equations running down at the speed of the light... and there was numbers changing its form in that sky, like, in the screen of a stock-market... and, as it came through, I would get engulfed by it, I mean, sucked by the tentacles of big machinery, and then, well, space travelling I would go…”; “oh, you crazier than what I was expecting kid, what kind of space-machines are you talking about?”; “Not sure about… I mean, when I woke up I was already on the stairs of the parliament, the freedom statue on my left and the democracy lady on my right... or the inverse…”; “Yeah, I see, and did they speak to you, did they whisper sweet words into your ears?”, “actually yes mister, actually we had a long and pleasurable conversation… I mean, we talked about everything in this life, from its beginning until now…” I say, and as I say this, in the meanwhile, a chubby middle-aged woman with bulgy black eyes is already coming by, this is, she is coming by attached to some bold shopping bags, one in each hand, and then, straight away, as the man turns to her, she’s already speaking about something she couldn't buy because it was already sold out, and then, as the man stands up, straight away, he takes one of that bags from her hands, and there they go, both leaving now, this is, both swagging, one with a deficiency in the right leg, the other with some kind of deficiency in the left one... and, both holding the bags with the opposite hand of the affected leg, and then, further, as they walk away, the man even turns back, showing us a soft but sincere smile.
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