I look at the rope and the small body falls, it buzzes frightening, holding it in my arms, we both go to bed, it rains over us, it rains. Slowly, very slowly, the kidnapping becomes weaker, the noise is removed, it is removed, it is far now, far away ... I seek, it appears as a spark ... light ... it was born somewhere ... it comes to me or me? ... and I suddenly plunge there, where there is no space or time. Uuummmaaaa ...

***

"These are objective data and refer to the mass movement of the working class in Russia in the next period, proving definitively, through the experience of conscious workers, the justice of the line of our party ..."

The light from the spark video screen glitter in James's wings. James is ambitious to put my horn in my ear, so I take it from the shoulder and let it fly. V. I. Lenin, Works, vol. 20. Flute from the stainless steel board and sits on the other shoulder, continuing its research. I stick the last poster and withdraw two steps. "Still before communism!" I say the three young people with determined, asymptotically directed somewhere towards the pile of rubble behind me.

Comrade descended from the jeep painted in camouflage colors and they look at them. The controls had become more frequent since with that poster placed by the class enemies, which depicted a colossal and having above writing: "With the sickle looking for the hammer." Until the patrols realize that it is still a blow of imperialism that does not sleep, the slogan had become famous.

- Bravo, comrade pioneer! One of them congratulates me, moving his Kalanicov to the other shoulder.

I know him, he holds a brothel to two streets of my villa.

I return and greet him with my hand at the temple, while in the back I have the left fist. Without the middle finger. Then I gather things and whistle James, who studies a dead rat with interest. We take a few steps and then the crude oil pierces my brain, my ears whistle, I start to scream because I know what will happen, because the grin has never deceived me.

- Come here! I shout.

James is scared, zig-zagani in the air, I grab him and we both plunge into a green puddle, leaked from some dumps. The comrades left behind me look surprised by the car and the driver no longer gets the key in contact, because he suddenly begins hell. 14.5 tunnels round, making, large pieces of plaster, the three shocked and are already sieve when an incendiary lifts the car under the front axle, twisting it in the air and spraying it.

The "angels of darkness" appear around the fire, slowly, on high power engines, real bumping factories, equipped with two 12.7. Redoubtable. Like them. Their skin is skinned on their backs in their symbol: the circle and the star in five corners. They are all young and I know they have no escape if it falls into the claw of communist patrols. But that's exactly what they like.

I laugh as I break my posters and try to extinguish the fire from the bodies with the liquid to the bearer, I have no desire to see me, I remove James from under me, who had begun to give signs of nervousness, and we sneak up until I take the first gang, there I get up and I run to another street.

- Have you seen? We broke our posters!

James didn't seem impressed, but he moves his horn, as if questioning. I'm laughing. Yes, I already took the money! And anyway, they didn't have the "angels" with us ... Hopa-Sus, we go home!

We get up just as, from the store in the back, a seller appears with a hammer in hand. Sweet store. I return to him and suddenly realizes that he would like to offer some delicious things to the chelbo, dwarf and coconut that I see reflected in the window. It brings us a big bag, thanking them and we leave, letting him wonder why the hell he did.

Home arrives late. Uma sleeps like an angel and, as I cover her with the coat, she asks me what color James's panties have. I smile, I put James in his box without removing his panties for the simple reason that he does not have, I put the bag next to Uma and, before I pull the cardboard over us, I take your picture, mum and you comfort your hair and my eyes and say, "Good night, I love you!"

***

Romania

Official name: Communist Confederation Romania.

SITUATION: In the Sea of Europe, in the lower course of the Danube, between 43 ° 37'07 ″-48 ° 15'06 ″ lat. N and 20 ° 15'44 ″ - 29 ° 41'24 ″ Long E.

Limits: Ukraine (1770.8 km), the Black Sea (245 km), Turkey (687.2 km), Serbia (449.9 km).

Surface: 237,500 square km

Population: 16.142,000 place (density 68 place/km square).

Official language: Romanian.

Capital: Bucharest (828,500 place, 604 square km, the capital of Romania from 1862, the first documentary attestation on 20.09.1459.

Administrative divisions: 45 states […] currency: 1 lion - 100 money.

Natural conditions: […]

History: […] On 19.06.2012, the provinces in southern Ukraine, with the support of Romania and Moldova, proclaim their independence. Ukraine's military intervention triggers the diplomatic reaction of Romania and breaking the bilateral relations, at the same time with the "Declaration of Independence of all Romanian States" adopted by Parliament on 28.10.2012. With all the attempts to resolve the conflict from international bodies, on 01.01.2013, Ukraine declares war on Romania […] After a series of initial successes, the Romanian army is forced to withdraw south, the front stabilizing in the summer of 2013 on the Carpathian line, on the course of Siret and on the Nordic limit of the Danube Delta. For almost two years, the war continues with exhausting efforts from both states […] On 06.05.2015, Ukraine nuclearly attacks the south of Romania, the main targets being the big cities, followed by the front break in Brăila and the occupation of the southern and western territories. This decision, to nuclear attack a neighboring state, generates a living protest from the other states. On 08.05.2015, the Security Council adopts the Resolution no. 1227, then known as the "6 -day embargo" (see Ukraine) […] On 18.05.2015 the Peace Treaty of Kiev is signed, between Ukraine and the Communist Confederation Romania, in which the newly installed government obliges to pay war damages worth $ 6 billion - gold […] ”

(Petit Larousse-"States of the World", p. 614-618)

***

- Health!

I was on the last floor of a abandoned block and I was looking at the lights of Bucharest in the night, the heat of the city was fluttering up, the stars were blinking, the darkness blushed the bleak image of the day, and I stood with my feet hollow and I was just looking. And it was fine.

The voice had echoed so clearly that it was to fall off the edge. I clenched well by a rest of the railing, as the fear was still pulsing in my toes, and I looked around. No one.

- Ah ... hello! I mumbled uncertainly.

-I'm sorry I scared you. What are you doing there?

The voice was pleasant, warm, greased you inside the cranial box and was not a voice. I looked around and shrugged. The curious people usually die quickly.

- I rest and look at the stars ...

The laughter sounded round, delighted, rolled from one eardrum to the other, and the voice exclaimed cheerfully:

- How beautiful! Do you let me look at the stars?

They were not my stars and I couldn't see any inconvenience in it anyway.

-Okay, then get me to go beyond me.

Suddenly appeared on my left, something myth with blond, long and curly hair. I did not do a school of good manners, but I had read how a real gentleman is worn, so I trained my voice to introduce myself:

- Hm ... Hm ... Miss, you give me a great honor and a huge pleasure to look at the stars with me! Now let me introduce myself ...

I gave up the rigorous departure, because I was risking to fall off the block.

- ... yours, humble slave forever, losif!

He was adapted by me, but the quote had come out almost perfectly. I waved the hat with a pan in the air and leaned toward her kissing her hand. A little difficult, because he had his palms raised directly from his shoulders.

- Losif, Losif! Lossiifff! He laughed a little. It tastes like a siphon!

- De Sssifffon! I corrected it.

He seemed to have endless reserves of laughter in her, she quickly struck her fingers, probably because she couldn't clap, she was scratching, she was grinning and making you smile wide.

- What is your name?

-You know I like your name! she waved and had a moment of hesitation. Do you have something against calling me all Joseph?

- No, I shrugged, but this is a boy's name.

- Oh! exclaimed disappointed.

- How do your parents, colleagues, your friends shout?

- Nobody calls me, never ... Only the caretakers tell me from time to time, "Riaeai right by the vegetable!" Ah, that's it! - And the tropit started again. My vegetable is called!

I understood and came to mind images that I had forgotten: Stay in ... the orphanage of the P.C.R? The one next to the headquarters?

A large place and with grates on the windows, with smells and grease, with barbed wire.

- I don't know, she shrugged. But it is a boring place, I don't have much to talk to, except Dănuţ, but he is a food and a half, all day he makes candy and molten. I also talk to the others, but some do not hear me, and those who hear me are scared, so I gave up, I like to talk to the dogs, they hear me and play with them, we run together, at lunch we sing: "Happy childhood/ Through the care of the beloved party/ Turututu ..." To talk to the caretakers, but they are strong as the walls and they do not hear me ...

- Who? I asked the avalanche of the detail.

- The children, when we sing. You know, they give from the bottom of the neck, like you, I can't do it, but I sing with them, nobody hears me, but Dănuț. We don't look at the stars?

I had completely forgotten about my poor stars.

- Vegetable. It's a beautiful name.

I was damn unconvincing, so I added quickly:

- But a little long. I'll tell you uma, okay?

- Uma? That laughter and the waterfall followed again. Uma, Uma, Uma ... to see what will like Grivei, he will tail, he will enjoy, Grivei is not a dog, I wanted to give him oats, but Dănuţ only gave me sugar, he likes sugar. Grivei brings us the meal, Dănuţ will not like Uma, what if Dănuţ only likes the candies and ...

I was sitting on the edge of the block. Uma was round my round in my head, no one had talked to me until then, it was good to have a friend to look at the stars, after a while, he asked me where the stars were, I told him that usually on the night of Bucharest we looked at them, and I had a long time.

***

The situation in Romania (period 01.01.2016 - 01.01.2017) (…):

- Natality 20.4 ‰

- Mortality 102.8 ‰

- Infant mortality 15.6 ‰

-Newborn congenital malformations 76.3 ‰ […] ”

(Raport Oms - Pag. 362… 364)

***

— Bleah!

I raised my eyes to her and shrugged.

-You told me to read you ... I had asked me to read them aloud, I had only one book now, it was that old and a little burned, I had found it on the road, I could swear he would not like it. Uma was tired, she had been gone, I don't know where, "to talk to some children," said "children" whether it was the members of an old or sparrow, but I was curious to see what is on, so I continued:

- Rabenation represents the processing process by cutting resulting from the combination of a main movement, alternative rectilinear ...

- Bleah! she interrupted me again.

I looked at her and smiled. It was ultrasound, I had become good friends, it was not a day without Uma appearing next to me, now it was under one of the huge posters that had wrapped the city. "150 years since the birth of the father" were screaming the red letters and the Gruzine mustache dressed in uniform was smiling from there a bonom.

- It's just disgusting! He says better "skinning" to be more suggestive. Skip! He snorted. He rose smoothly and floated to an abandoned body in a wound, drowned in dust and rust.

- Have you ever felt a piece of processed metal? Do you know what he is doing? Cry! It was cut, bent, burnt, hit, only to stay in a stupid position!

He touched the body and suddenly retreated as if the fry.

- Fry! she strengthened.

-He has to serve a certain purpose ... this is the technology ... I was talking slowly, I felt a little guilty, as if I had conceived that body that was in her stupid position, lying on one side, as a woman on service that no one needs. This is its purpose, it is made to help the man ...

-To help the man ... The man has to help himself! He cut me out briefly. All the monstrosities he created, tormenting everything around, are only their own crutches. Only experiments, only particular cases, but are his crutches, right? He kisses them, polishes them, is proud of them, thinks how to make them more elegant, more comfortable, how to have as small errors, how to be cheaper and so ... when it would be much easier to throw them and walk on their own feet.

-Yes, but so far it has been done ... Think of an invalid! You can't ask an invalid to simply throw their crutches. Maybe he no longer has the power to use his feet and then, to move, however, the crutches are good.

Bloody began to be inserted, the semi -darkness mixed with the red light from the huge star above the intercontinental, and the face of the Umi had sharpened, had acquired more sharp contours.

-The problem is not that he can no longer use his feet, the problem is that he does not even know that there could be legs. As it gives a new situation, as it is clashed by his girlfriends ... It could happen, however, that, by clashing, we should not solve anything, something else, something with everything special, to overcome not only the power of resolution, but also the power of understanding. So far, what have I done? We want to fly? We make cars! We want to go quickly? We make cars! Do we want to get energy? We make cars! Do we want to make cars? Well, first make the car construction cars!

Uma had packaged, began to float slowly, like a pink balloon, it looked exactly a balloon, necessarily pink, why I didn't know and I thought that if I bite her nose, she would crack.

- The brain, this is the most wonderful car and does not need prophets! We have to let him work freely. Free! We would like to visit the galaxies, but it costs, and the speed of light is only 300,000 kilometers per second, of, of! Would we take a life, no better to stare at heaven? We just dragged ourselves to the moon, right? What could be different in other parts? And anyway, if something new appears, we see what we do. We would like to see the depths of the earth, but the deepest drilling barely scratched the bark, of, of! If we could make more good tools we would like to penetrate inside the atom, but we need larger cyclops, of, of! If we could build one like the whole earth ... All these are but the crutches in the brain and no one knows that they can help us to climb a mountain, but they will never help us to fly ...

-And then?

-And then?! The pink ball almost jumped up. All we have to do is understand! So much, let's understand! Everything is in us and in what surrounds us. There is something, a power, a force, it is everywhere, but it lies latent. It is enough for us to want something and she will answer us. Do we want energy? The energy will actually sprout where we will need it, without the need for fuel. We want the impossible? There is only the word "impossible", the rest is limited. Perpetuum mobile? You can not! Principle I and 1st! Do not try for nothing, that you can't! We need to understand that these are nothing but features and nothing more. It cannot be, but under certain conditions. You have to know how to want a mobile perpetuum, you realize that this power exists, to understand it. "Not understood because it is inactive, but inactive because it is misunderstood." Uma was silent for a moment. We want to move faster? We want to fly?

They disappeared for a fraction of a second next to me and reappeared with a mythical flower.

- The thought has no speed.

I took the flower, it smelled vaguely, the smell of life, the fragility, the um. I do not know where he had taken it, it had been a gentle winter, but it was too cold for that flower anyway.

-What you want means change ... it means to change the course of history, to return on the road we came, to get there, at the intersection, where we can take it wrong and to take another road, which can be wrong ... and so on, an infinity of trials. Isn't that much? I asked her, I was playing with her flower, which smelled of sadness when she answered:

- Yes, it means change ... a change of background, which is the hardest. It means to change mentalities, structures, people. We do not have to return on the road we came, we must tear down the walls that separate us from the other roads. We now have, to the intersection, to the beginnings, the advantage that we grew up. The technology created is also good, but it has to help us perceive the walls, break them, not to be our horse glasses.

- So the invalid's crutches are used for torn walls?

Uma approved silent.

- But if the invalid does not want it, if he knows that the walls are strong and thinks he is not worth the effort? Why not go on his way?

-Because it might be a foundation somewhere, and there the crutches will not be of no use. The more it goes, the thicker the walls become. He will have to return and this will ask for an exhausting effort, because the road will be very long. And the effort could break it on the way back ...

- You know, there is a proverb: "In vain do you learn an old horse to go to the bush," or something like that. "Maybe" is not a word to make our invalid to tear down his walls, "maybe" is so distant that no one notices it. And the possibility of the foundation is so unlikely and abstract that no one gives it two money. That's it!

- It's a possibility, not a threat. But any possibility also has a degree of fulfillment ... Yes, you are right! He nodded, our invalid is an "old horse". The sleeves must learn to go "in the Bulystru" and it is not about the biological age, it is about people who have that "something" to allow them to realize that there are other roads. We must all gather, not physically, but otherwise, to say spiritually, to change information, to learn to be friends between us, to see how we can change everything. Let's do a school, a school for everyone!

- A school ??? I exclaimed, the word automatically caused me a vomiting.

- Yes. A school! A true school, in which anyone will come with pleasure, a school with true teachers, a school that will do much more than pump knowledge. To form people.

He was silent, he had left at night, the cold had been left, in the air was a diffuse noise, of rushed cars, of fir trees, globes, Christmas flakes.

-You see, we were lucky enough to be born, Uma added, I was playing with the flower, I fell out of my hand, I focused, I raised it and I grinned sarcastically.

-Always when I look in a mirror I realize how lucky I had!

-It is about what everyone hides under the coat ... I felt a little bad, I had gone like the stupid, but Uma was indifferent, I repeated, I was fortunate to give birth differently, with feet. From us, the change must start and not from the two of us, but from the such ones. If we learn from each other, maybe at the end our generation will be different, maybe we will convince others that the stars are not just a few glitters, that the earth is not just something we go, that some things are much more special than they seem at first sight. But for this we need each other, we need to be with the such ones ...

-I think you were excited too quickly. He didn't say anything, he just listened. Okay, either! We gather together, perfect! But for a fog of children to change the system, to change the whole structure, even peacefully, teaching others, to introduce something new to this mother who moans of old age, excuse me, but this is crazy! The stars are not stars, the earth is not land ... Well take a man on the street and tell him, for example, that ... I got a little confused, then I saw the body ... that the iron is not iron! And there will be two possibilities: or that will not be interested in it at all, for him that if the iron is iron or is copper, or he will have a very clear opinion and will take you as crazy. For him, iron is iron and basta! How can you prove that he is not right?

Uma disappeared suddenly, I thought it was upset, but it appeared quickly, had brought some stainless steel, a piece of iron-concrete and some shovels, I didn't say anything, I just looked at it, it crouched, it comforted the metal, I softened it, the metal flowed, Uma finished, floated toward me, and kissed me on the cheek:

- Happy birthday!

Ah, yes, December 21! My day. I looked at my gift, surprised the tube, I think he was surprised, he saw the city for the first time, it was cold, but he was moving slightly trying to fly, I was looking at him, when at Uma. Uma was smiling and then I smiled, it was a wonderful gift.

Uma wanted to put his name all Losif, but I told him that Losif Vissarionovici and I are enough. So I baptized James.

***

It was once like never, that if they were never, it would not tell, in a country far away, far from here, over seven seas and seven countries, long ago, while the fleas danced with the elephant, while the lambs were playing with the wolves, while the sheep were running away from their skin, they lived in that country.

They had everything they wanted, they lived in the wonderful castles, they slept on pillow pillows and ate the most chosen dishes, but they were still unhappy because they couldn't have children. The king had shook the country in the country and the greatest wizards and doctors came to the palace, but they only made their beards and left as they came.

One night, some beats rang at the castle gate. When the guards opened, a hideous beggar asked to be taken to the king. The king received it in the great hall of the palace and there the beggar proposed an exchange: the queen would become pregnant, if all the books with stories would be burned, if the laughter had been banned and if no one would never dream. "But how can I do this?" the king asked puzzled. "I take care of myself ..." the beggar grinned. "Your majesty must only agree ..."

The king wanted more than anything in the world an heir, so he said, "If the queen remains heavy, you have my word that the requests will be fulfilled ..." A demonic laughter then rang throughout the castle and all the making were extinguished. When the people lit them again, the beggar disappeared and no one noticed the snake that slipped out of the throne room.

Shortly thereafter, heavy clouds appeared above the kingdom. Slowly, everything became gray, pointless, the country was filled with crying and nightmares, people began to be frowned, the children had no glitter in their eyes, but they were yellow and drawn, the cheerful songs disappeared, and love had no purpose.

The beggar was pleased to rub his hands covered with frogs. She was not an ordinary woman, but she was the fee itself and now no one could oppose it. The good fairies were forced to run away, because they can only live where there is joy ...

Before running away, however, a fairy hidden his most precious treasure, the vision-total mirror, under a stone and spoke: "He who will find this mirror and understand why he was left there, he will know what to do to defeat the Fairy." And the good fairies left, leaving sadness and dryness behind.

At the palace, the queen was really pregnant, but when the king found out the news, she did not know how to enjoy it. He remained blackened and silent, as he had become since the meeting that night. And he had a serious reason to be frowning. Over all the misfortunes, the most terrible of them had arrived: the war. At the borders of the country, the barbarians from the northern, many leaf and grass, were gathered, embedded by the fee, whose faithful subjects were.

Endless days and nights lasted the fight. The small army of the king resisted bravely, but when the fate of the battle seemed undecided, the fairy was forced to use his spells. From the guts of the earth they came out of death mushrooms, which anyone who looked was cursed forever. The king's army was defeated, and he killed in battle. Vaiet and darkness then encompassed the country, for any hope had disappeared.

Regina sewed sadly in a balcony of the palace, when a spell mushroom sprinkled to heaven. Looking at her, he felt the curse of the curse as the body encompasses and knew that the little prince would be enchanted. In order to protect his heart at least, he made up his face in a talisman, blessed him with the power of mother's love and brought life into the world with the sacrifice of his own life. The child's cry was rising above the country coated by barbarians ...

The years passed, and the prince, who had received the name of Losif, after a god of barbarians, grew in a month as many as others. He was troubled, because the people around them were bad and cold as the stones. His heart had been defended by the spell of the Fairy Fairy, so he always asked: "Isn't the stars beautiful?" "Which stars?" The people asked, then beat him. "Isn't that the sky beautiful?" he asked. "Which I ask?" The people also asked, then they beat him. "Why do you hit me?" he asked. "Because you are different than us!" People were replied and beat him again. But the talisman protected him, and he continued to look at the stars and the sky.

One day, Prince Joseph found in the middle of a road the mirror left by the good fairy. Many had tried to look into it, but the enchanted mirror showed them as they were really, and they could not look. The prince raised her from the dust and saw there a wonderful country, with cheerful people, a country in which everyone felt happy, in which there was neither sadness, nor evil, nor pain.

"This place exists somewhere ..." a voice was heard then.

The prince returned and asked eagerly: "Where? I want to get there!"

"That depends on you," the flower replied.

He leaned over and comforted her. "How beautiful you are!"

"I'm a flower," said the flower. "Once I was millions and this world seemed brighter. Now I'm nothing more than me."

"Can you tell me how I get there?"

"I do not know, but maybe our queen, Miss Uma, she knows."

"And where do I find your queen?" asked the prince.

"Let yourself be driven by the heart ...". And the flower has disappeared. He then understood that it had been the good fairy, once again looked in the mirror and started on the road.

And our prince walked a lot, much for a long time, until he finally met the Queen of Flowers. Miss Uma was crying, all her flowers had died, and he had mercy on him. He asked her not to cry anymore, because there were many flowers in the country where they had to arrive.

"Don't you want to come with me?" he asked. "Look, it's a wonderful country ...". Miss Uma deleted her tears. "It is our world.

The prince felt a little confused, then said:

"Then we have to look for her on the fairy and break the spell. When people will be cheerful and good at the soul, then the flowers will appear."

"I know where the fairy is standing," said the lady of the flowers. "In the cave of nothing. But it is very dangerous to go there, the fairy turns into a stone tin on anyone who is approaching."

"Yes, but when you have a friend next to you, the spells can't encompass you. You come with me?"

And they started it together to the cave of nothing. The more they were, the more the land became. Hundreds of stone tin were on the road, they were the brave ones who had tried to defeat the fairy. A terrible cold was slow. "It is from her heart!" The lady shook, but they went further by clasping their hands, until they reached a huge hole, resembling a dragon and descended there.

The cave was deep, and they went, they went, until they reached the Silă Fairy Salt.

"What are you looking for here?" The evil fairy was angry when he saw them and tried to harden both, but they held their hands, and the spell did not catch them.

"We came to tell us how to heal people!" the prince said bravely and removed his mother's talisman.

"No, back, back!" The terrified fairy was withdrawn.

"Tell us," said Miss Uma. The fairy continued to avoid the Talisman's path, but they were advancing without fear.

"Mercy!" she moaned. "I tell you, but you hide that thing ..."

The prince stopped: "Say!"

"You have to take stars dust ..." the fairy mumbled. "And scatter in the air ..."

"Where do we find stars dust?" they asked. "Beyond the time ... in the country of tomorrow ... I can no longer ... mercy!". Gradually the contours of the fairy dissolved. "Aaahhh!" she screamed, then disappeared.

A great buzzing resonated then, and they woke up to the surface.

"The fee is no longer," Prince Losif has breathed relieved.

"Yes, but the spell remains," said Miss. "We have to escape people and spell." They looked into the eyes. "For this we have to go to the country of tomorrow."

"Yes, they must ..." they smiled and started slowly, hand in hand, there ...

***

- Beautiful ... Uma was silent as I told, which was a performance for her.

-Did you like it? The question was useless, I knew he liked it, but I only asked, from the vanity of the author who wanted to be praised.

- Yes, yes!

He came to me and comforted me.

- A lot of everything!

I was playing with the talisman, my dear and discolored picture, as if my thoracic capacity had doubled, I felt so good ...

"However," she said, "I think the Fairy Fairy has cheated on us." The place we are looking for does not exist yet, we must build it alone.

PM declamat Solemn:

- Yes, but it's a enchanted place! If you have to build it it means you want it. If you want it, then there is somewhere. And if it exists, you have to look for it!

Uma didn't say anything for a while.

- And they finally arrived in the country of tomorrow?

- That story does not tell, but I think so ...

Above us, the stars were waiting calm the moment when they were to be dusty and scattered in the air.

***

On the Academy it is light like the day, they jump over the puddles, the advertisements color everything, the rats crazy about the polychrome avalanche are confused among the feet of the passers. The weapon fair is separated, a few streets further, near the police. A Gypsy whispered in my ear trying to convince me: "Come on, baros, you would eat you, clean apple, half of Giga-In the hard, cheap like!". After a while he gives up and I hear him in the back, tormenting other ears: "Come on Barosane ..."

I sneak through the crowds, smells quick of human sweat, negotiations, swearing, fast, fine fingers. I avoid a few stalls and I get to a freer area, it is a little home, I have a few books under my arm, I took them from the antique on some food from the canteen. Uma will enjoy, on the way some fools had taken me: "Look what a broken condom can do! You have a cigarette?" I am tired of the throat of smart jokes to me, so I made them fight between them. It just rained, the air is pleasant, clean and cool, it's a beautiful evening.

I give the corner and see the cobra. There are three; While Uma pendles smoothly, one of them prints an easy balance, and the other two sprinkle my villa with gasoline. They are having fun too ...

Cobrele. They are renowned for the group's own feature, each one has a cobra, where anyone has a grafting of nature usually. They are ultrapericular. With a cobra, wherever you go, you take good money without problems, but reward hunters are not getting too risky.

In a corner, James lies crushed, I look at the Uma and something seems to explode in my stomach, I snatch a metal bar, which I have in me now is not anger, it is a little colder than the liquid air, I triple my muscular strength, the ramp is just a reed stick and the cold that boils in my mouth. I scream like an animal, the head of the first, melon cracked in two, the third is under my control, I see him in those moments standing empty, and the second one does not get anything, because I remove the bar from a porridge and embarrass it. Harcation, probably not seeming to him as he goes through his neck, I let him express his artistic considerations a little and falls cumbersome. The remaining cobra is still staring at the empty. Under him the snake stumbles, the anger has not passed me a little, the anxious sow, the inhuman cold of me is the same, so I raise the rang again. Guiţă, fluttering on the floor, will no longer take place to graft, even take him under control, so he gets up, takes the can of gas and calms down.

I throw the bar and vomit, I am exhausted, after everything has passed nothing huge and painful that prevents me from swallowing, I feel desolate, I am only an animal who killed other animals. Uma swings further into the wind, impassive.

I gathered James from the floor, he comforted him mechanically, my gaze was left at the creaking rope, I had just talked the night before, "when people do not understand something, they scare and do everything they can to escape," said Uma. "I run or destroy." The system had been self-defined, unconsciously, like any being who tries to preserve their integrity.

The cobers had been only his tools, some children who were thinking of changing something, the overwhelming immovable part of the social jellyfish had felt that someone is against the current. Children can gather more, big people arrive, the passage on another level would have been too sudden and complex, wonderful, unpaved society had reacted promptly, Meduza had felt, felt, and I was sitting on the UMA now. He has a slightly surprised expression, he did not understand at the last moment what happened, everything had been too immediately, too violent, I am afraid to cut the rope as if the loss of the vertical position would kill it all, the throat node, threatening to choke me, and then the cry releases me. I am ashamed, big boy, but I can't stop, I hood in my knees, the rain flows, flows. Uma is crying with me, tears flow smoothly on his cheeks, but the liquid in my eyes is a secondary phenomenon, the main is the pain that cracks me in two.

- Everyone ... mother. James, Uma ... I mumble, I see nothing, I do not see the rubble, the bodies, the city, the city that kidnapped everything, I hate it, an old man ... Can't be otherwise?! Do you always defend yourself so well, do you always defeat?! Do you always arrange your garden, do you always cut the tips?! Do I have to go in?! Urlu wailed to the sky.

The hands unconsciously shake the mud on the floor. Yes, Majesty, yes, crazy gods, yes, I will be like the others, I promise, I promise not to be different. You defeated me, now the only thing I will do, it will be to take revenge, to take revenge! Are you happy, gods? Do you like it? Let me all take revenge!

Uma cries further, calm, I see it through the water curtain, what would you do? Do I look hard around, familiar places, rain, don't we look at the stars? rain. James is full of mud, water, you will rust, do not move, no more moves, yes, the wind blows, the rain, the picture was wet and I wet, yes? Flowers, molffed candies. James. Fairy Fairy, rain, rain, rain ... Prince Losif and ...

I get up as if I am a stone, I don't cry, I am ashamed of what I said, Uma, I am ashamed, no, I did not defeat me, but I am so alone, I only have a wet picture and two bodies, I do not cry, uma, but Uma continues and swings. Uma is playing ...

-No, gods, you didn't defeat me!

I am straightened, the mud holds me, you want to stop me, right? You will not stop me and you have not defeated me, and I will not even be alone. Because I go after her. I will bring it back ...

- I will bring it back ... I repeat in front of Umi.

I look at the rope and the small body falls, it buzzes frightening, holding it in my arms, we both go to bed, it rains over us, it rains. Slowly, very slowly, the kidnapping becomes weaker, the noise is moving away, it is far away, far away, I am looking for a spark ... Light ... Light ... was born somewhere ... it comes to me or me? ... and I suddenly plunge there, where there is no space or time. Uuummmaaaa ...

***

I wake up with a terrible headache, I risk driving, I had exceeded my limits. They could punish me, but they did not do it, my head, brain, eyes hurt, it hurts me, but it doesn't matter anymore, I still hold the mythical corpse in my arms, they are full of mud and dirty, but no, it doesn't matter anymore, because I hear a pleasant, hot voice, which is a voice:

"Good morning!"

I would like to kiss it, but I can't, I get up, Iuhuu! I succeeded, I succeeded, I would like to embrace it, but I cannot, I look down, in the mud, you comfort the small body, I will bury it later, but it is no more important, so I say simple:

- Good morning, Uma!

***

The twilight floats reddish in us, we stay where we first met, we are above, over the shaking tour, over the deaf sparkle of explosions, below is death and noise, here we are just the silence and the sun dying.

"Not the eye must be opened but the vision

Shout:

Not the ear must be chickened

The music of the world uses the ears

How the one who beat

the wall or trunk of the tree ”.

And only down is death and noise, here is the light of Nichita's soul in dusk, floating in us, so quiet ...

"And now?" asks Uma.

"And now?" It seems to look at me and James the Petic.

We will leave together ...

"Together ..."

"Together?" James is surprised.

- There, Uma. In the country of tomorrow.

"Yes, yes, yes ..." It looks like James approvingly, shakes its wings a little and, like any butterfly, begins to fly.