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· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Deko’s Literary Circle
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-08-18 | | - So, do you remember it now? - I do. It all happened as if it were yesterday. - And...how are the people doing? - They're...just as curious as they used to be, but they will never find out anything. - That's good. Tell me more! - I first learned how to lie from my parents. They told me I cannot tell people exactly what's on my mind. This is everything they own. Once they are left without secrets, they will die and I will die along with them. At first I did not quite understand it. But they were honest. They even feared for me. I could not make them suffer for my stubbornness...I knew the world and I analyzed it. I was mad about the childhood games. Mad about the games in which I was supposed to guess in which hand the lucky stone was, the times when I played hide and seek, hangman and so many more! But I did all this with a lot of care, always paying attention to what my parents told me. The others did not have the right to find it out. I had to be only a lucky person... - You did very well. And after that? - Things got worse later on, when I fell in love. At first, she loved me. Why did she love me? I seemed to always bump into a confused feeling in what she was concerned, a mix of curiosity and boredom. But she knew some things that I liked. For this, she did not have to be like me, it was simply something natural, physiological, and intuitive. Unfortunately, at one point she started lying to me. Unlike my parents, she was selfish. It was then that I decided to steal her secrets. I wrote down all the things she would hide, all her intimacies, all the perversities, all the abuses that her father made her suffer from… I threatened to make all these public unless she would fix what she had done wrong. The next day, she committed suicide. She was not able to stand the truth, she was not able to suffer any change. - You shouldn’t have acted in such a way. I've told you so many times that revenge is a destructive means. How many journeys do you yet have to make in order to understand this? - I don't know. It is all so different out there... - Ok. Take it easy. We'll think about it. And then? - Then I met other people. Love relationships, friendships...only to find out that everyone was lying, as if the lie would be something extremely precious, necessary, vital even. Do you know what their excuse was? A well-said lie is more precious than the painful truth. And then I asked myself: why don't I tell people what I really think? - You did everything on your own again! Why did you rush into it like that? - I know, I know. As you never give me the chance... - I have given this chance to others and as a result they wanted to rule the world. There are religions and wars everywhere. Ahh, you give me only headaches! Go on! - Later on, I had access to the most sophisticated laboratories. They intended to use me as a spy weapon, as a lie detector. They even cloned me, but my clones knew nothing at all. Everyone thought that there had to be something suspicious about me, something that could be measured, quantified. They did all sorts of tests, they tormented me, they would pull out my nails and teeth, amputate my arms and legs, only to put them back. They transplanted my organs…but all this had no use whatsoever. Eventually, they decided that I had to die. They thought that the answers lay beyond. I did not struggle. I was tired of tests, of lies, of hypocrisy, of suffering. I was ready to die, but they wanted to bring me back to life. They locked me in a room, they tied me against the bed and gave me an injection… - And here we are together, again… - Yeah, it’s easy for you to say that… - Why do you say that? - I’ve traveled so much and I’ve had so many bodies and faces. Aren’t you bored yet? Haven’t you got anything better to do? - It won’t be long. I will bring the Apocalypse too. - After all that will be finished, do you have any plans? - What are you suggesting? He was looking at himself without any idea what to say. The Universe was beautiful just the way he had created it. It was like a mirror in which he could see his unusual projection. But he was right. He hit the mirror and it broke into an infinite number of pieces. He looked at his palm. He had a deep cut through which another world could be seen. It was another beginning. - The End -
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