The subway was full of corporatists with headphones in the void, trying to ignore each other. After two stations a place is released, which Ruxandra occupies immediately, matching her bag between her legs. Robert was holding his iPod in his right pocket, next to a pack of nasal wipes. He pulled the zipper and, after fighting a little to do them, he managed to get his headphones. An elderly lady, with purple hair, looked at him with small eyes as he stirred, then turned with his back. Shortly before Victoriei Square, the girl rises, leaving a tired woman in her place. At the descent, he collided with a man dressed in worker, worn and dirty and paint. He apologized, but Ruxandra ignored him. Robert followed her to the other section, hiding behind a pillar on which a poster with Ben Stiller's new comedy. He buys a shit, but he couldn't bite from it, because the subway came immediately. It was much more crowded than the previous one. An elbow touched his iPod, stopping the music. Fortunately, Ruxandra went down to the next station, one of the new, extended, with tall tunnels, which tied her to the surface passages, connecting it with trams and buses. The girl slipped on one of them, a corridor covered with a white tile, cut by a green stripe, shining in the light of the strong neon. When they arrived next to some dukes where all kinds of nothing were found, the girl on a corridor whose walls had long lost. In front of a kiosk, a lot dressed in black arranged bags of all shapes, colors and sizes. Without looking to the right or left, Ruxandra opened a metal door and disappeared in the dark. On the door was a plaque that wrote: "The access of other people except the authorized ones is forbidden." Robert amuses to note that he did not write "strictly forbidden".

Unlike Ruxandra, he could not refrain from watching cautiously and so he woke up in the seller's eyes. He had an opaque look, in which he was giving no interest. Shrugs, he enters his turn.

He smelled of moisture and air. From place to place, bulbs covered with metal nets, like bumps, spread a chill light. If the girl had stopped, she would have had no place to hide. At the passing of the trains, the ceiling trembles like a body of a fever. The light was extinguished and then lit slowly, as if it were bent that it was worth making this effort. After a few minutes of walking, Robert arrived in a high room with cement walls. On one of the walls was caught in the rivets a metal scale that was lost in the dark. From the opposite wall came thick pipes, covered with primer, which descended into the floor, like huge rams in search of the road to the depths. Among them was an iron door, whose latch hung an imposing lock. Next to her was a napkin. By appearance and consistency, it had been used recently.

Robert looked at the clock: 6.30. It was very early. He had enough time to return home, eat something, sleep for an hour and arrive, a bit wiped at the office. Playing the detective had already taken him away. For a Monday, it was more than enough. He had to tell Antonia. In a long time, he pulled the lock. He woke up with him in his hand. He remembered why his grandmother was saying: "The hardest opens an open door." Fredoning "Hello, Darkness, My Old Friend", he opened the gate wide.

Robert had 1.80 meters, 85 kilograms, long hair, tight in the tail, black jeans and wore Stonek Stone Boilers. He was far from being a pleasant girl who was going to fall through a vag. He had done a bit of sports in high school. Every Monday night, he was going to play football with some actors on a field near the Children's Palace. He had not participated in who knows what beats in his life, not even when he was walking in the rock, but he did not like to receive without turning back. He was a normal man and, like any normal man, he thought before entering an unknown place. And what was in front of him looked exactly like a vampire that could have housed vampires, prehistoric monsters or Nazis who had not learned the epilogue of World War II.

After taking a short look into the hole, grinding something unintelligible, he sat down on one of the pipes and removed the paper bag. The pie was a little oily, but it tastes good.

From the dark there was a rumble. The noise was not frightening, but not friendly. Robert stopped chewing. He put the rest of the shit in his pocket. He looked around. With the exception of the sticky napkin on the floor, there was nothing but concrete in the room.

The rumble had increased intensity. Robert took a step back and instinctively clutched his fists. A massive shape was outlined in the dark. In front of him there was something that resembled a cable car without doors. He stood still for a few seconds and then, with a slight creak, he began to snap. Without thinking, Robert jumped through the opening.

Inside it smelled like a natural medicine store. When he spread on the floor, he discovered she was covered with dry leaves. He pulled out his iPod and fixed it on shuffle. He was not a faithful guy, and even came from a family with a long tradition in ignoring Christianity. Instead, one of the grandparents, with whom Robert had spent a lot of time in childhood, was extremely superstitious. Every morning he throws a hand of colored beans into the dust. Depending on how they fell, find out what the day will be like. Although he knew it was stupid, Robert used to use his iPod for the same purpose. The first song that came to him shuffle It was to be considered significant for the journey waiting for him. This time it was found to be an acoustic version at Echoes of Tommorow, Darkseed. He had won all night that Ruxandra would not leave the apartment without noticing. For reasons only she knew, the girl had been agitated all night. At two o'clock he had let go of the water to take a bath, and at four in the morning he had put on a pot that spread a strong smell of alcohol. Before the molece was completely encompassing him, Robert remembered that he had a meeting with a guy for whom he had once worked and who would probably offer him an extrajob.

-Move your wishes, friend, not to be a hog!

Still lost in the dream in which a group of friends called him one at a time to wish him "Happy Birthday", although it was not his day, Robert came out of the wooden cab, which, he started, disappearing in another hole in the ground. The voice came from a solid man, dressed in a long, white shirt, over which he wore a green cojocele, leaned with lamb. She was tight with a wide belt, endowed with pockets, which, as she saw, Robert came to mind the word "chimer" even though she had not seen anyone before. The foot of the shirt hung like a kind of skirt over the long leather boots, giving it a funny air. Equally funny seemed to be the hairdresser's hat that hardly covered his untouched braids. Instead, there was no trace of fun in his voice. When he got to his feet, Robert finds that he reached his head to the individual's rocky chin. He was not used to being viewed from above. Fortunately, he did not have time to deepen his inferiority because the man came aside, revealing a scene that made Robert blink.

Three times.

The first time, when he was revealed what was hidden by the broad shoulders of the malac. A large, vaulted cavern, with the walls of tens of mouths from which wagons similar to the one he had come in. From them was drained in the middle of the room a lot, in an unbelievable and dizzying worm. Every man was carrying something in the back or on the shoulder, led a boccea in his hands or pulling a rope animal. The closest images that Robert could compare what was in front of him were Bookfest at the National Theater or a fair day at Mțr. But it was much more than that.

The second time, the whirlwind of the crowd entered his ears and remained there, like an uneasy lump.

He blinked the third time when he became aware that a dense, treacherous and pestilestially steaming steam, like a huge shark rotating around a body falling into the water. He stood with his eyes closed until a man's branches tossed him into the crowd. Only then did he realize what his nature was. As if they were abandoned by souls, the people around them were arriving in various spiritors that were merged into an entity with their own lives. It seemed that no person from the string that was advancing like a rude river full of alluvium had ever washed.

In the last year of high school, he had decided to spend the entire summer at sea. Together with three other friends he had left for Costinesti. They had not taken any luggage. The money had gone from the first week. They had made an cheeta among tourists, eaten the remains found on the terrace tables, had finished the beers started by others, sleeping where they grabbed and bathing large and dressed. He had not taken off his boots even when he had sex, which had happened two or three times. Usually, the girls in the rock were too sticky to care about what the partners looked like and the less if they were discharged.

It had been the coolest summer of his life. At the end of her, when she had returned home, she had found that a symbiosis had taken place between the sole of the foot and the shoe. They had become sofriend so hard that they didn't want to break away. However, after the separation had taken place, he had not been able to go. Due to the smell he issued, he could not receive visits, so he had to spend time with different ointments and reading the bibliography for the Polytechnic exam. He had caught them well, he had lightly entered, in the first thirty. Since then, the smell of the legs.

He had never imagined it could be worse. It was as if he had taken off their boots every minute. He had never encountered something like that, not even in the WCs never cleaned from the camps where he went to the general school. In addition to the smell that had imprisoned him and had quickly conquered, the direct contact with the fellows brought him a lot of unwanted interactions: clashes, swallows, swearing, saliva. A parsley with sharp edges hit him in the stomach. A fat, covered from head to toe with a cloak made up of the sewn fur of at least one hundred squirrels, tread on the foot. A rushed peasant, carrying on the shoulder what seemed to be half a calf, slammed him over his head with the pulp finished in the hoof. Of course, no one apologized.

The crowd advanced on a corridor that narrowed as they approached a wooden gate. Next to her was a sturdy dressed similar to the guy from wagons, but a little less imposing. It seemed a living replica of the cardboard characters from the action movies whose silhouettes are placed at the entrance to the cinema rooms in the malls. When he gladly discovered that not everyone was endowed with solid shoes, Robert began to take advantage of the fact that he wore a thick sole boots. He continued his way by stepping, carelessly at the stupid and moans. When he got a little space, he took off his jacket, holding her tightly, with his hands pressing the curved outlines of the iPod.

The jelly was thinned in the entrance through which only one one could pass. After the Mocofan in front of him disappeared on the open gate, carrying a despair from which some suspicious buzzers were heard, the Vlăjgan was looking at him with small eyes. After you dislike that no luggage was carrying, you mumbled:

- Two Pitaci.

Robert looked at him helplessly. From the eyes of others, he looked in his pockets, dirty his fingers with the scraps of the shit. If he had known that he would not put anything in his mouth for a long time, he would have swallowed it in place. The back, especially those who had been trampled by the boots, began to push him, shouting not to stand in their way. But the guard proposed a hand in his chest, so he was in the unfortunate situation of being caught between the two parties. None of them seemed to sympathize with it.

"The Gologans are here," said a voice. Dad told me to keep him, that Prostovanu is scattered.

The Vlăjgan grabbed the four coins stretched by a small type, with a blond mustache, then took his hand from Robert's chest. With the other he caught them, with a surprising skill, a leather bracelet at the wrist.

-Slobod, bark, making room for the door.

When he looked up, Robert saw that he was near a wooden pillar. At the top of it hung a plate that wrote big, with beautifully painted letters: The path of the success.

"I'm gopin," Gopin took a silk, "said the blonde who had paid for both.

He smiled broadly, revealing a grim and not neat tooth.

- Thanks, Moșule. You saved my cure. I'm Robert.

- Robert? Is that not a German name? He was so I thought about it when I saw your straps.

Robert was wearing a black shirt on which was a print with a dark forest, above which Behemoth wrote. Below is the name of the album, And The Forest Dreams Eternally. Behemoth was a Polish band of black-death metal. It wasn't really his favorite band, Lake of Tears, but he had received the T-shirt from Daria and wore it more often than the others.

"I'm from Buzau," Robert said. Okay, I have been staying in Bucharest for some time. After college I had no desire to return home, small city, nothing to do, you know how it is ...

Gopin nodded, though he had not understood.

"I'm from the Timoc Valley," shouted with enthusiasm. Do you know the Timoc? Timocul from above! It's very nice of us. As far as you can see, only hills and stogs. And it's a lot of brass in the depths. Since the Slavs rushed to our baths, people have begun to look for work by other parts.

They were now on a wide street, covered with small stone, well beaten in the ground. It seemed to be the first houses, like periphery, quite uncooked. Between them were lands full of boards, which alternated with worked fields. People had sinned, and the smell had tanned, as if the entity had drawn their souls. Hărmălaia was in the back.

Soon they arrived in front of a beautifully worked in the stone depicting a fisherman and his tool. Among the thick lips of three fish, the water spilled into the basin that imagined a pond. A slap of the locals was working around her. The men seemed to quarrel, but they were actually making fun of each other. They had a harsh, boulder accent, as if it were Romanian spoken by the Dutch. As one was trying to drink, approaching their muzzle, the others swallowed it and, in the gangs, left it with swollen lips. Five minutes later, none of them had started to quench their thirst. Robert took off his phone and took a picture.

- Do you get a hurry to get you? Gopin asked. Can you sacrifice a watch-two?

- Of course, Bro.

After the early phase, he couldn't refuse the boy. He even was glad he had found someone who knew the places.

- Strange! Let's wet the throat with a tai! I honor you, that I take the symbol. I know from a strange branch, Colea in Cavadia, two steps from the maidan where the fair is held. Ie big fair today, you know, right?

Followed by Robert, Gopin left on a dusty street. They had entered a slum with pecked houses, straw roofs and rarely tiles, in the courts whose children were. On the edges of the street, there were piles of garbage and food scraps, especially melon shells. Gopin turned a dirty nail toward them and proudly said:

- From us. Harvest without a sample year!

- What are you up to? Robert asked, jumping over the corpse of a small, fur -free life. Without realizing it, he spoke rarely, as if he were talking to a child or retarded.

-I'm an apprentice to Jupân Lipann. I give the broom in the yard and deretic in the shed when they do not work. I bring vapuses when they cook. When his tasks are going well, Jupân Lipann lets me put them in one another and make new colors. He says that I am not really Tolomac and that if I am with a reminder, I will be skilled once as he is. You know about him, right?

Robert, more attentive to what was on the floor, shook his head.

- Is this Lipann painter?

-Water was left to form faces and landscapes that they did not bring them gologans and started with companies for the shops. At first he worked with potters, butchers and posts. He went well, now all the merchants come to him, he can barely go with the job. It is said that at the next meeting of the Council could be chosen to take care of the signs of the fortress, from the seals to the tablets with all the streets. And then to keep yourself! It will be great, because there are many Pitaci in the game. He'll die of Gherghișan Năcăz if he doesn't come out again! There are only three in the city that works tablets and it is said that Jupân Lipann is from year to year. Give all their friends between them, that they are just hipping.

Robert Pufni.

- Hippies? I mean?

-Well, Filfizons ... You don't know them?

Rober signaled that no.

-The one who gets stuck as if they were a wedding every day and, as something happens in the fair, hop and they show their straps. He has colored colored chains on shirts and bracelets, heen with sharp leather shoes and put all kinds of colored guagiums on his head, as you say they are from the banks. To cross, not another! Bărbatul trebuie să fie oleacă mai frumos ca dracul, nu ca aici unde-s așa de făloși și sulemeniți că zici că-s cadâne.

They had reached a crossroads. In the middle of it, a black man, at the empty bust, was a bull. It was a bull as Robert had never seen, furry on his neck and with a big, bearded head, as was the one on the coat of arms of Moldova. He was sitting gentle as the horseshoe was beating the iron with an imposing hammer.

-What do you kiss you, Priestari, you have never seen strange horseshoes like mine? he cheerfully asked.

"It looks ... strange," Robert said after thinking a little.

It seemed like a word often used here.

"Welcome to us, the brothers," said the man and knelt down next to Taurus. Shout out after the mules to give you a drink!

The yard was full of all kinds of household tools, rakes, digs, spokes, bread forms that were lying on the ground or supported on the fence of at least two meters high. In a corner there was a new war of new tissue. Straw bales, larger and smaller, tightly tied with Sirma, took place for chairs and tables. They were lying on them, like sofas, all kinds of individuals, whom you slim and drunk, with a teal in hand or in front. At the bottom of the court was the blacksmith, from which a cheerful fire was sparkled. On the ground oven, closed with an iron gate, there was a table that wrote big, "La Nicoara".

"Look," Gopin said proudly, "Jupân Lipann did. Yes, I got the vapuses.

Robert notes that the letters were made up of painted horseshoes. Somewhere, down the Tăblia, wrote a little "Lipann". With two "n".

As they sat on two bales, there was a dry and tall woman who, without saying a word, put them in front of two full tasks.

Robert had drunk some alcohol in his life, but except for summer in Costinesti, this happy event never happened at 8 in the morning. At least that was telling her the mobile it was the clock. She wondered if Antonia had woken up and called him to find out how the big pursuit had been, or if she was still in her room, sleeping with that carat giraffe in her arms. As Gopin gave his neck on his neck, he softens his lips in the burning liquid. He put the glass in place and looked around. A man with her hair and beard began to sing:

"Drinking today and I drink me,

You drink 40 days,

You drink the price of 9 horses,

You didn't get tired of wine ”

"Friends Strein, I have a fair to propose you," said Gopin solemn, after deleting his blond mustache.

- Day, Bro, what do you want.

-Don't you want to sell my straps? The blouse like that I saw nowhere, neither here, nor outside, and I think that Jupân Lipan would like to have it. If the Council gives him the need for the need, we took our father. Who do you consider to be his right hand? Don't think it's apple. Look I give you three, no, five pitacles and a clean shirt.

Robert looked into the blue eyes of Timocean. He thought of Daria's blue eyes, surrounded by black pencil, which were so far away.

- Okay.

"Be happy in all the days of your life as I am happy now," Gopin said.

-But you have to tell me some things.

- Do things? Timocean asked puzzled as he was taking a white shirt.

Robert made a confused gesture, waving his hand unnecessarily, then removed his shirt and handed it to the flame. He took him with godliness, folded him like a price odor and put him in the open. A man who was beyond, picked on a bales, opened his eyes and followed him with a fiery look. He had a sting and full of holes, like a field left in comparison. He wore some broken nostrils next to the right knee, through which the skin was seen, and at his feet he held a beef.

The shirt was less unpleasant to the touch than he had imagined, but he smelled of cheese. He looked at Gopin puzzled.

"Clean," he washed her in the whey, "he assured him.

Robert sighed as he pulled her over his head. He reached him to his knees. If he had tightened it with a belt, he would have looked like those from Phoenix. It had never been a big fan, but they had some cool songs. Actually one.

-Where's the bathroom?

Gopin looked big.

- Toilet? WC-Ul?

Gopin's helpless gaze was heartbreaking.

- I want you to get it! Robert shouted annoyed. Some unspeakable faces, including the man with the Belit knee turned to them.

- Well why don't you say so? You take you and you put you on the fence after the blacksmith, Colo-sho, said Gopin and motioned for the baboon to bring a row of tasks, though Robert's remained unattainable.

The same perennial messages were written on the fence that were in the toilets in Bucharest, although there were more drawings than words. Robert was especially delighted by the following: "A warm mouthful of tanni, he was looking for Nicu from Costești."

The knots in the planks reminded him of the drawings in the children's books in which, if you joined some points, you discovered all kinds of outlines of objects and animals. While Fredona "Veerde girl, with forest hair" made you draw a guitar from the jet. At the same time, he was trying not to wet his new shirt, so he didn't feel the man approaching.

Before he collapsed to the ground, he heard a voice saying "my eyes jump if this is not an insignificant"!

Curiously, he continued to receive phones in which he was called "Happy Birthday!". When his mother also called, Robert realized that he was more than a farce, because his mother had died for three years. He had decided to close his mobile. He looks at Facebook. His wall was full of wishes from well-known and unknown people, although the date of his birth, March 5, 1982, was visible. A guy named Gopin had put a link with a video. When he opened it, 800F0826 error appeared, which meant had an update problem.

Then he realized that he was the computer and that he could no longer perform any operation.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a beam they were hanging, stuck in iron hooks, smoked pieces, sausages, ham, salami and other pork. For the first time in the last hours he was pleasing to the chest.

Robert inspires and expires intensely, as at Yoga courses on YouTube. It was pretty much everything he could do, having the legs and hands tied with string.

He wanted to shout, but he came out a sad way. When he moved his neck, he was arrowing with a sharp pain. The temples were crying, the neck was burning. Even if he had not been tied, he would not have been able to stand.

Nature dead with caltaboși and Lebăr was covered by a stingy and dirty moss. Without anything, Robert thought that, since he had arrived, he had never looked at heaven.

-How's your head? Ţeposenia asked.

The smell of the mouth was made by a dignified son of the spirit of wagon. Robert was glad that he had not washed in the morning on the teeth and could return at least a bit of the effluents that had spilled over him.

"It's a money," he said, though he didn't know what the money was.

There were many expressions that he used correctly, but without knowing what the words that made up. "Passed through the sieve and the lady." "To walk with the foofârlica". "To give it." There was also "collage over the stern", which had absolutely no sense.

-Let you don't get too high on the butter. The man inserted his fingers in a mug of clay and sprinkled it on his face, then drank with thirst.

- Where am I? Robert asked, somewhat revived by the splashes.

- Where do you think? In a respectable place in Cavadia.

- And what are I looking for here? Why did you poke me?

The man grinned.

-Unde-I Gopin?

In response, the man turned his back. He had a long, crushed garment, which had been in a mud, but also near a strong fire.

- What are I looking for here? Robert repeated, then realized that he couldn't answer that question either. What do you want from me? he shouted. I am a stranger, I have nothing. I'll give you my phone! It's not who knows what, but it's solid and takes pictures ok! And the engine jacket! full when he saw that he was not receiving any answer. I am Romanian like you, friend, said pathetically, but his voice was covered with an uneasy hammer noise.

From the position he was in he could not see where he came from. When he tried to move his neck, his headache turned. He decided to try another approach.

- Will you kill me?

— Ntzz.

Robert breathed in relief.

- What is your name?

- I dawned, you chuckle the man continuing to beat nails in the four planks.

Resigned, Robert looked at his sausages. At dinner, Antonia had made pasta. If he had not poured a jar of mayonnaise over them, it would have been good. At this time would have given their iPod and all original CDs with Lake of Tears for some cold pasta -smeared pasta.

- Friend, don't you give me some calm? Robert dared, trying to call it as "friends".

-Romniceanu gives you.

-Who's Romniceanu?

"Jupânu 'who will take care of your hammocks," the man said, crawling to Robert. Roses!

Two minutes later, the room enters a bumping individual, wearing a apron that probably had been white, and was now full of stalls and brown. He had a huge knife in his hand, which he left on a barrel.

-Ready, said dawn. It's a good plocon.

Trandafil took a soak cloth, smelling appetizing of the rats, a carefree flies, then threw it into Robert's mouth. They turned him on his belly and, with some care, climbed him into the box that was ready. Robert felt a rain of berries covering his body, then he heard the noise of a lid that didn't really come. If he avoids the bellies to enter the nostrils, he could breathe quite well.

Plocon was a word that sounded known to him. He wasn't sure, but it meant a kind of gift.

"You have to meet my colleague," Antonia had told her.

- Do you have to? Robert had broken. Why do you need it?

Daria had the same habit. He said, "You have to listen to this band. You will like it for sure." Sometimes he liked it, sometimes not. Or: "You have to read this. We have to go to that bar. You have to wear that." It was just a formulation, but it was annoying.

"Okay, you don't have to," Antonia had withdrawn. But I think it will seem interesting to you.

Antonia was one of Robert's recent friends. They had met at a party of a common friend, they had talked more than with others, and had naturally established to be seen for a coffee. When they met, the chemistry for the first time had been gone, but they had felt good together, so none of them had labeled the meeting as a failure. They had been seen once more and, from the moment they had begun to talk about people they liked, it was clear that they would only remain friends.

- Well, it is the weakest being in Romania. It has the middle as my fist.

- Stop saying! Robert had said ironically.

- Listen only! We stay for almost a year together and I never saw her eating. In the refrigerator and in the pantry it has only bottles of drink. You don't see it at all at home. He wakes up very early and comes late at night. Makes long baths, stays for more than an hour in the bathtub. At 5 in the morning he goes out the door, God knows where! He told me he was working at a law office, but I didn't hear about the law firm with the 6th-10th in the evening.

- Since when did you say you stay together?

- Wait a little ... Antonia counts a little in mind. For ten months. And during this time, we did not meet at least once in the city. No one ever visits her. Oh, yes, once a guy came with a colleague with her high school and brought her something for her father, an old thing for wool, aa, soveon.

They were in a pub near Cișmigiu. Here was the alternative rock, which represented a compromise for the musical tastes of both.

- And don't you talk like girls in the evening?

"Not too much," Antonia shook her head. I once looked at the agenda on her phone, and left her on the table in the kitchen. Had 12 numbers fixed. I tell you: She's Something!

Robert had grumbled.

- Interesting what you say. Maybe I would like to know her. In case it's not a pretext to invite me to your home.

- Ha, ha, he snorted. You could follow her, see what the day is doing. You would also clarify a great curiosity. I am sure to do some captivating things.

-He probably works in a restaurant and doesn't eat at home. Or at KFC and he is ashamed to say that he lives from the marketing of spicy wings.

"You have no way of knowing ..." Antonia had said in a mysterious tone. Maybe, if you follow her, you will discover some extraordinary things and you will come to write about them. You will be left with the captivating world of computers and you will become a writer.

"Of course," Robert said, "I'll start writing a novel about your anorexic colleague." How did I not think about it so far?

-You say now, but after you get to know Ruxi, you will buy some quadrilled pants, a cool whisper, glasses with thick frames and you will move to Starbucks to write the new Harry Potter. Stay quiet, you won't have to go to thank you, because you have changed your career.

-What was the title of that article you wrote: "Can the HR save lives?" I have not heard in my life something more pathetic. Who wouldn't want to read that?

Antonia worked at an economic magazine.

As Trandafil was shorter, the coward of the crate made Robert traveling upside down. It was not such an unpleasant sensation, and soon he felt a pleasant state of torope that made him ignore relatively easily that, instead of being at his office, checking the network bugs, traveling in a wooden box, tied to his hands and feet, to make a plocon. Judging by the regular balance, they were on a smooth ground, maybe even on a cobbled street. The disturbing smell of meat had been replaced with that of grains which, although it was by no means so appetizing, gave it streams in the stomach. He wondered what had happened to the shit, if he had reached the stomach of a jog.

Around them, the crowd was stinging, whining, shouting, swearing, enjoying life.

Suddenly a whistle was heard and Robert woke up down. Trandafil sighed in relief.

- What a burden, made ...

- To see your bracelets! asked Ferentarul.

The two raised their right hands. They wore crushed leather bracelets that, although they had originally yellow, had made them almost black. They then turned with their backs, showing their miserable heads, marked with the seal of the fortress.

- What are you looking for in Rohmani?

"We have some arpacaș to give," said the Nera, scratching on the knee wound. And Jupânu 'Jurj to take. He was left without supplies and has nothing to put on the table at the mustaches.

- Remove the lid! Tuna Ferentarul. As you prepaid yourself, you have burdened with lead, not arpacaș.

"As your reign commands," he said humbly, and bent down to lift the lid. If you move, I rush you like a rat, whisper to the prisoner.

"Once to use bags, like all Romanian," Ferentar said after taking a superficial look inside the crate. He took a handful of arpacaș, took him to his nose, then put it in the chimere. He was also served with another fist that almost touched Robert, who had stuck his nose in the dust.

- Right you spoke, your reign. We are grateful to you that you stopped us, we have mourned.

- Move, Târlans! And you also wash those bracelets, you are not Ciuhabi. That the fortress was not left without water!

An individual face like a mask is approaching Robert with a knife in his hand. He looked at him with cold eyes, the ash, as he struggles and, with a short gesture, bent down and cuts his ties. After doing the same thing at his wrists, he pulled his cloth out of his mouth and helped him get up. Robert shook his arpacaș grains and wanted to swallow a few, but the man stopped his hand with a firm movement. Without making a word, he motioned for him to undress. His gestures, no matter how trivial, emanated distinction. Except for the white lace collar, it was completely dressed in black. Without protesting, Robert removed his boots, the shirt from Gopin, jeans, staying in panties. It was in a room tickled with silky bodies made of smoky wood, chests covered with painted leather caps, tall, blackened mirrors, candlesticks with high lights, parava with oriental engravings. It looked like an antique shop in which the contents of a palace had been crowded. On the floor were large thick carpets that were trying to have softness. He sat on a short bed covered with a noodle with tassels, fine and cool. The man approached a bowl in his hand, among those who used to be shaved. He had softened a sponge in water that he began to walk over his body. With a bone comb cleanses his hair, then greased it with aromatic oil from a bottle of golden plug. At the end he covered it with a white woolen blanket. Without realizing, before falling asleep, Robert took his thumb to his mouth and left him there. Because of this unfortunate post, the relationship with Daria had reached the logs. One night, while sleeping, the girl had taken a picture with her phone and, instead of holding it for her, had sent her to a friend who had posted it on Facebook. Robert had crazy, he was screaming at Daria, throwing all kinds of heavy things he couldn't withdraw. The friend had taken the picture, but the evil had been done.

This time he had dreamed of anything or, if he had dreamed, he had forgotten what it was. In the room he smelled crazy of steak and Robert thought he had finally come for his stomach to reconcile with the world, whatever it was. He rises to the head of the bones and is almost scared of the presence of a fat man, dressed like a boyar of old, with a wide caftan made of a drapery material. He was stuck on some large, embroidered pillows, holding with a distinction in his hand a fryer on which were stuck several pieces of meat well burned. He wore black shoes, with the laces tightened in large bows. Next to him was a low table, covered with canvas, on which were stretched silver plates and bowls full of all kinds of dishes. Robert passed his tongue over his lips.

- What do you think about the Agrișe sauce? asked the fat, which was called Romniceanu, although some were wrongly called Râmniceanu.

Robert nodded, unable to say a word.

"You shouldn't miss any feast," the boyar delighted, softening a piece of meat in a bowl and then throwing it into his mouth with a short movement.

- Dar chitrele?

Robert nodded and got up from the couch. He was confused in the long shirt, which he did not remember when he dressed. The man targets the fry to him. The end was sharp, but Robert was too hungry to care for an iron toothpick. Realizing that he had not been too convincing, the fat-gatway among the pillows and removed an imposing sword that, with unexpected agility, proposed it to the neck.

- Sit!

It was the first sword Robert ever saw. She was bright and seemed very dangerous. With a sad sigh, he sat back on the couch.

-I'm hungry, sir. Be mercy. I haven't eaten anything since I'm here. I don't even know since I'm here. Don't treat me like an animal.

"If they were after me, I would pour the agriși sauce and over the pickled cauliflower," continued the man, still holding the sword to Robert's man. Instead, after the donuts I never gave up. With the melons, yes, another story, I swallow them like raisins.

He looked at Robert carefully.

-Thank God, I didn't have to go to the fair today to find what I needed. What is your name, Lord insignificant?

"Robert," the boy shuddered sadly.

- What brings you to our realms? Right day.

He had finished snorting the fry and grabbed another, spiting a piece of bone on the carpet. From below the couch there was a stinging life that rushed to grasp it. The logofat put a wide sole between him and remnants.

- Ho, I don't give the Turks! The hedgehog looked puzzled into the eyes of the fat until he smiled and raised his leg. He grabbed the Oscior with some dignity and withdrew from where he had come from.

- So what brings you to our realms? Right day.

"I'm hungry," Robert said in a small voice. He wiped tears of frustration with a corner of his shirt. He felt he would faint.

- In fact, it doesn't matter. Do you want to get something? asked in an understanding tone the boyar.

"Yes," Robert said.

- Have you ever kidnapped someone?

Robert whispered.

- No, sir, what is this question?

"It's easier than it is said," Romniceanu said, snaping. And it's nice. Now, if you are skilled in mind as I imagine, you know what is expected of you.

Robert had learned English listening to Death-metal and Black-metal. Few songs of the troops who were in this category were not talking about death, torture or massacres. He had a vast vocabulary about words related to suffering and pain. He had spent many pleasant hours slaughtering monsters in Doom, Quake and the shooters who had followed. He liked horror movies. He collected figurines with Jason, Leatherface and Hellboy. But nothing of these passions had ever been reflected in his way of being. During high school, when the newspapers published all kinds of stories about Satanists, every individual with long hair was regarded as a potential profanator of graves. At parties there were always two camps: rockers and others. Sometimes he was coming out. But even then, when a stingy cocalar waved his big fists in his face, swearing at his mother, he couldn't imagine how to kill someone.

-I would do it, I swear, with my hand, because my anger is unheard of, but it is not possible. Because of the arche, no citizen has as a dagger on the streets of the fortress. If you can take a simple deception on Ferentari, only a true insignificant can chill on the pillars.

Romniceanu spit another bone, quite small, to Robert.

— Tu.

Robert feels fainting again.

- Are you hungry?

- îHî.

- You will eat the stomach at home. You will want to hudine in your place at night.

The boyfriend rose heavy, leaning into the sword, still mocking. A piece of meat had fallen from his mouth and Robert thought, embarrassed, that he would have been able to eat it. From a closet with bronze inlays, he pulled out a precious wooden box, with a bright lock that seemed out of gold. A snack, Robert thought. In the box, among the necklaces, rings, chains and other jewelry, there were a few mobile phones, including a Nokia 3310 that Robert looked at. Ever since he had come out of the wagon, it was the first really familiar thing he had under his eyes. The eating fish from the box Robert's iPod.

-So what is it? Do Tilifon still?

"It's for music," Robert explains. You put those threads in your ears and music comes from it.

"Aha," the fat -fatten approves. From this I have no oblique one. I was surprised that he had no Slove to press. Those from outside, all the time you change your giuc. From year to year, it appears differently. If this was the point and we would go to the water on Saturday. How much life does he have?

Robert didn't rush to answer. A fat man dressed as a draftsman from the court of Ludovic or Mircea cel Bătrân, handing an ipod, was too much for Robert. Signulating that he asked him how long the bacteria lasts, he said cautiously:

- I think about 6 hours.

"Then he doesn't make three pines," the man sighed. We have no current here.

- Don't you mind me, but have you ever been ...? Robert asked, pointing without wanting his finger at the ceiling.

The governor snorted.

-That he didn't have all the tiles on the house. Above? You now think you're under Bucharest, right? Romniceanu laughed. I could sacrifice for ten minutes and clarify you. Yes, as I do not think we ever want it again, better not. Do you hold on to this? he asked, pointing to the player.

"No," Robert said.

If the fat had imagined that he would kill someone for a fried copan or to recover his iPod, he was bitter.

As if he had guessed his thoughts, the man raises the sword again and waved it threateningly.

-If you do not do what I command you, so that you will leave your ham. And not in a hurry, but in cases as you did not understand with your mind. Baga de Sama, to get your garden out of the head: in our city all the Romanian, from Vlădică to Opita, it is significant. For if it is not, it is not ours and if it is not ours, it does not want our good. When an INS is revealed to be without seals, any prostovan can put it in the yoke, and the Ferentari to kill it in place. The fate should thank them and kiss my rings you have hit me. Carsone! he whispered.

The man dressed in black enters the room.

"Prepare the man," the boyar said. In two hours you climb it in the log.

"As his reign commands," Carsone spoke for the first time.

He had a white voice, without inflections, as if he had the vocal paper strings.

Floating as if among the furniture, the servant searched in a trunk, from where he brought to light a pair of black velvet pants, a shirt similar to that of the logofat, but of much smaller sizes, and a long clothes, the mustard's color. During this time, Robert, with an air of beaten dog, watched as Romniceanu gives everything on the table.

Carsone disappeared for a few seconds, returning with a wooden tray on which were several boxes and utensils. After he urged Robert to get his shirt, he stretched the couch again. With precise movements, he stuck some thin steel needles into the boy's back, like the flags on a war map. Although he did not feel any pain, Robert moaned at every cloth. In a short time, he looked like an hedgehog. The state of weakness in which he had been drunk since he had trampled in this unfriendly place had made room for a pleasant sensation of relaxation. He did not protest in any way when the servant lifts his hair to apply a false seal on his neck. After rubbing his place with a mentholated solution, he left him for a while.

Half an hour later, when Carsone removed those, his confidence in life had completely returned. Robert looked at the blides with food scraps and you don't feel any lust. It is true that they looked like a herd of pigs. While whistling the intro from To Blossom Blue, dressed again with the clothes of the rulers. The pants, which came quite well, tightened with a thick string in the middle and another thin near the legs. To his happiness, after researching his boots, Carsone nodded. He grabbed a red bracelet instead of the white one received at the entrance to the fortress. He looked at him from head to toe. On his face came a trace of thanks, which disappeared like a wind. From a pocket brought to light a finger-plugged with wax. Holes the lid with the nail at the little finger, which was much longer than the others. He placed it on a black marble plate, matching it so that a white dust is drained. He opened a pack of playing cards, extracted one and divided the dust into two lines. The Romniceanu logofatului suits a drunkard dusted next to the nose and pulled on the wider nostrils. He urges Robert to do the same. Although he had not been threatened with the sword, Robert submitted immediately.

From that moment, you feel that anything can happen to him, that he can do anything. It could have been fighting ten cocalari could have been playing flawlessly Master of Puppets Without ever putting his hand on the guitar, he could have created an app that would revolutionize the file sharing. If it were a mirror in the room, it would have gone to show their muscles.

Romniceanu looked at him smiling, with an almost parental air. He took out a ring from the sipe he pulled on his finger.

"Thank you, your reign," said Robert solemn.

— Așa te voiesc, ficior. You could have been a rule at my yard. That if my friends and companions would not have left me! And the pillars, ah, the pillars!

Frowning, raised his forefront, threatening in an imprecise direction.

- My time will come too!

"I don't doubt," Robert said, leaving.

It was impossible not to behave ceremoniously wearing such clothing.

"Maybe the fate will bring us together once again," said the logician, stretching a thin knife, with bone miner, with the cut in a fine skin.

-Hold it and use it with skill! Carsone will explain to you in the butca what you have to do with this.

Before he came out, Robert turned his head and saw the old man buzzing on a jilț, looking empty, his belly pushing toward the floor. He almost felt pity for him, though some time ago he had threatened him with the sword.

When they went out on the street, his old friend, the pestilential spirit who had greeted him, gave him good again. This time, Robert was no longer so impressed. At the carriage was a kind of a bull, such as the one he had seen in Nicoara, what was followed by a Casone's language. The carriage had solid wheels, made of black wood, without separations between the spokes, which started to grind as many times as boulders met.

Before climbing with a lively jump on the goat, Robert replied with graceful the themes of two peasants who were about to hit him. He looked and felt good in his new clothes, in full harmony with the world he was in. It seemed to him that he saw through the thin walls of the houses they passed, that he understood all the languages that were spoken around because, unlike Cavadia, on the streets they seemed to walk and speak all the nations of the earth. A girl's face from the crowd seemed familiar to him, and in his mind was Daria, whom he knew would call as soon as he would get to Bucharest, even if he no longer has a phone, which meant, and better, that he would go directly to her home. He did not wear it to the dawn, because he had helped him fulfill his dream. Visul lui ascuns, care ieșise acum la iveală, era pe cale să se împlinească. He forgot about him when his gaze was attracted to a big company that wrote "Spiterie", where Robert recognized the unmistakable style of Master Lipann. He looked up and understood that, although what was above was not a heaven, he was not far from one. He lay on the goat to caress the fur of the animal. Electric currents cross his body, like a lightning bath. An idea came to him that, if he had implemented, he would have changed the life of the inhabitants of the city. He remembered the wrinkled and aristocratic face of the block administrator, an old-fashioned woman who had served him with the sweet of green nuts, placed in a delicate plate. From another room was heard the cough of her husband, who was sick for years and did not leave the house. Carsone's hand pulled him back just as he was preparing to do the desire to go to the theater room, like a great gentleman.

"You sit beautifully, foreign," the servant rebukes. Listen here!

As he learned what to do, Robert's eyes were shining more and more intensely. Despite the lack of concentration from earlier, now he felt every word heard is digging in his brain. In fact, he did not feel, but saw how a sculptor, who resembled Brâncuși posed in the workshop in Paris, carved words on the bronze plates in which his brain had turned.

The noise of the hooves on the stone slabs echoed like a beat of music made in Abletone. He would have taken good to have the iPod to him, Robert thought. He hadn't listened to music for years. What music did these people listen to? As it would have been if they put them Moonspell?

În mijlocul pieței se afla un complex monumenta, care din depărtare arăta ca o pădure de granit. When they approached, Robert was amazed that the trunks were actually columns adorned with drawings and inscriptions, finished with platforms made up of a single slab. Pe fiecare dintre ele se aflau indivizi scheletici, îmbrăcați doar cu o legătură de pânză în jurul șoldurilor. Cei mai mulți dintre ei erau cufundați în meditație, alții stăteau întinși, odihnindu-se sau conversându-se între ei.

— Ce e asta… Cine sunt ăștia? întrebă tulburat Robert, cuprins de o senzație inexplicabilă de pioșenie.

"The pillars," Carsone said, without adding anything, as if one word would have been enough.

Drawn by strong hips to the right and the animal of the slim, more than a stingy.

When they arrived in front of the theater, a massive, round building, with small windows, the effect of the dust had gone. Robert was despair.

-I'm just an IT-ST! cried, refusing to descend. I have a boring work! I didn't hurt anyone! I never killed anyone!

He turned over to Carsone:

- A few years ago, I was with some friends at sea and I came across a cat. One had the idea to pour gas on it and set it on. We were drunk and agreed. The poor man caught fire. We were drunk, then I was sorry for everything. But I never killed anyone ...

"I know," Carsone said gentle. It's too late now. People are below time, not above them. If you do not kill the spur, you will be the one who will end. It would be a shame of your youth to make a non-Ghiobia.

He was looking in his pocket, where a leather bag appeared. In it there were leaves with ribs, similar to those of ficus, but smaller. He reached out to Robert.

- Chew! You will come to your feelings just once.

Although he had not trampled in his life in a church, Robert made a cross and put a leaf in his mouth. You feel how much the bitter encompasses it, but also how the words dug earlier in the minds of mind began to shine again.

After passing by the marble arch at the entrance, in front of them appeared a grim woman who wore the same uniform as the individuals from the railway station. Instead of the fur cap had a red cap. He reminded them with bracelets and heads, as well as the two thin brass plates on which the theater map was engraved. Robert's place was marked with a flame. On the back of the plate, the artist's signature could be deciphered: Gologan.

Behind them was a cheerful fog, whose tear did not go unnoticed. With one exception, a small brunette shoeed with Roman sandals, all girls had colored rubber boots. One of them, dressed in a kind of pants skirt, tightened with a buckle of the size of a coffee plate, chuckled at any remark of others. An ilic with oversized buttons, elongated like bullets, completes its outfit. Two other girls, who seemed undisturbed, had hidden their hair under pink wigs. The highest wore a dress with prints with carpentry tools, rows, tesle, saw, tassels. A jerrous reddish fur surrounded his thin neck. The other one, who had the vaulted forehead and the almond eyes, dressed in a red shirt, with a brittle collar, over which they hung two rows of black wooden, said to the first, after taking a look in the foyer:

- What a bored!

-That place was broken too! confirms a guy with shorts and straps.

In the beard he wore the feathers of a small bird, suggesting that he had slept in a barn. The boys who were gravitating around them were proud of varying degrees of hairiness on the face, starting from Neras for two days to serious, prelate, but beautifully trimmed and brushed. In order to compensate, he may be his fellow stature, a rifle whose black leather pants highlighted the bones of his pelvis, kept his tips of the mustache. Another one, who was not more than twenty -five, Robert's age, had equipped with a uniform that wanted ironic to Ferentari. Instead of the green, the hunting, the shell and the cap had a lilac shade. Another two wore the broded vests, with false buttons of reddish fur. Without exception, the girls and boys also had a throat hanging of cloth or leather bags, whose belt was over the chest. On the blouse of one he wrote: "6 Saxons in 9 bags". Six and ninet were much bigger than the letters, so it seemed to be wearing a kind of rugby shirt. Although he had imagined something older, they were certainly that they were the hipjude to Gopin. Maybe one of them was Lipann himself.

The other people gathered in the hall of the theater seemed to reconstruct a court of ruler. Puddled wigs, but also zibeline cages, buffan pants, but also black tights, leather boots, silk, topaz, conds, lace ruffles, satin shirts, velvet jiletci. The older ones wore caftane to the knees that hung like heavy curtains. Maybe from the combination of white dust with magical leaves, or maybe, Robert felt more and more comfortable in his new clothes. Except for the days when he had meetings with important people, when he was striving to wear his only costume, his daily outfit was composed for years from boots, black jeans, metal shirts and engine jacket. Although at first they looked at him circumspect, the people at the office had become accustomed to the monotonous dress style. On his day, as a sign of full acceptance, had given him a jacket with So Fell Autumn Rain.

In addition to hipjuders and nobles, in the foyer were also ordinary people, dressed in white and long and clean shirts, tightened in chemistry. Purtau opinci și cojoace, iar în mâini strângeau cușme de astrahan. A hard boy, with a bowl trimmed hair, was walking among people with a crate trapped with a red string on which were small bottles with lemonade and basil leaves. Robert wanted to buy something to drink, but Carson, whose dreadful clothes made him look like a crow in a cage with exotic birds, motioned for him to refrain. Din sală se auzi bătaia gravă a unui gong, semnal pentru mulțimea ce se răsfiră de îndată pe cele trei porți înalte.

— Tărie și curaj, îi ură Carsone, înainte de a se amesteca printre oameni, aruncându-i aceeași privire ternă de la prima întâlnire.

Conform instrucțiunilor primite în trăsură, Robert se îndreptă spre scările de piatră, înconjurat de gașca de hipjderi. Aceștia rămaseră la primul etaj, iar băiatul, împreună cu câțiva boieri, urcară la cel de-al doilea. Aici se afla un hol lat, acoperit de scânduri băițuite, pe pereții căruia fumegau torțe. Călcând apăsat, nobilii intrară în lojele lor, așa că Robert rămase singur. Nu reușea să-și dea seama unde se afla locul său. Întrucât holul era circular, se trezi din nou în dreptul scărilor.

In one of the lodges, his eyes closed and his hands clasped next to his chest, there was a weak man, covered by what seemed like a white cloak. When he had reached his right, Robert felt the stilett becomes hot.

Without returning, the pillar opened his eyes for a moment, crushed his fingers, then together. Robert deleted it as if someone had run away.

Two tall men had appeared on the corridor, with hair trapped, discussing in a language that resembled Romanian, but from which Robert understood only disparate words. Îi urmări cum privesc tocurile ușilor. După ce dispărură, descoperi că pe grinzile de lemn se aflau săpate desene ce corespundeau semnelor de pe plăcuță.

În lojă, care nu era mai mare ca trăsura cu care venise, se aflau două scaune de lemn sculptat. Pernuțe de catifea roșie le făceau mai confortabile. Cu un oftat de ușurare, Robert se trânti pe cel mai apropiat de ușă. În scurtă vreme, celălalt loc fu ocupat de un bărbat înalt, cu fața întunecată, acoperită de o barbă căruntă. Privi spre Robert cu oarecare surprindere, apoi dădu ceremonios din cap. Robert îi răspunse tot printr-o aplecare a bărbiei și, încercând să-și ascundă tremuratul, se cuibări mai bine în moliciunea pernei.

În mod cert, locurile la teatru se dădeau în funcție de statutul social. La parter, spectatorii stăteau ca la peluză, în picioare, prea aproape de scenă ca să aibă o perspectivă largă. Those in the middle class, including the hipjude, whose fur sparkled in the crowd, were on the first floor. Nobilii se lăfăiau la cel de-al doilea. Robert își privi cu mândrie inelul care-i oferea acest statut, apoi se uită în sus. The theater had no ceiling. A gray-blue, diffuse light, descended to the middle of the room, where the round scene, made of light wood, was located. Pe ea se afla doar o masă lungă, înconjurată de un șănțuleț, iar la distanță de un metru era balustrada care o separa de public.

A new gong dance rang in the theater building. In front of the audience, two silhouettes appeared in robes, one black and another red. He was greeted by a short bow and waited, with his arms crossed over his chest, until the crowd gradually quenched his tear. When in the room there was a full silence, the two went out. They returned in a short time, wearing a stream in which, judging by the effort they made, there was a heavy body. They sat on the table and, after a dramatic break, put aside the white canvas.

The crowd began to applaud noisily. Robert's neighbor's neighbor turned to him and made a contemptuous gesture to the lower audience. Only now Robert observes the mole as a stain of coffee that stretched on the left wrist. Undoubtedly, it was glitter. The dagger hung hard in his pocket, waiting for the right time when he will have to use it.

The body on the table did not belong to any known race. It was undoubtedly humanoid, because it was endowed with head, trunk and four limbs, distributed in the same way as people. However, the arms, which, as they hung, seemed devoid of bones, were much closer to the so-called legs. The face contained holes for breathing and eyeballs, devoid of eyelids, but nothing that could be considered a mouth. Instead, he possessed a bony chin, sharp, finished with harsh bristles, ash.

The black robe removed a metal box from under the table. In it were sharp metal tools, which they presented to the crowd. Red robe called each one, but Robert did not understand a word. Then, in a serious voice, he announces that the body comes from beyond the islands of Blajin. When the black robes took a scalpel and, with a firm and smooth movement, the body was starting with what seemed like a chin and ending in the separation of the lower limbs, Robert realized that what was happening in front of the eyes had as much in common with the theater as a car accident. All those present, including the young people dressed in Pistichiu, gathered there to see how two maniacs dissected a Bestia corpse. He turned his head, a movement that did not escape his neighbor.

- The first time? ask.

- Yes, whispered Robert.

Carsone had commanded him not to say a word in Licărete's presence, because the emphasis would have given him empty.

The man nodded.

- A flour dissection, my lord, must answer the four essential questions: How to feed, how to multiply the creature, how did it die, what was her last dream? The winemaker is the best anatomist the fortress has, he said before returning to the stage.

Due to the incision, the body split in two revealed a fat, buretos tissue, crossed by channels. The wicked Licărete put a lornion in his eyes. With a dramatic gesture, the winemaker indicates to his help what tool to use for the next stage of the operation. He was a steel pliers, which he used to pull the skin of the being, fixing it with a clove on the surface of the table.

If he had something in the stomach, Robert would probably have vomited. Short. The marshals were bolting like a toilet installation. Despite the repulsion he felt, what was in front of his eyes was fascinating. Antonia had been right. If he escaped from here, he would have had to write or at least what stories. Of course, he would have been counted if he had not said it was fiction.

The silhouette dressed in black robe raised its hood a little to wipe its sweat. Robert found to be a girl, even one with very cute features.

The master emitted a sound like a short bark and the scalpel handled by her descended into the depth of the chest, slipping between the thin bones, arranged like a curved comb. A viscous liquid, yellow like the iron, began to drain in the ditch around the table.

As ordinary as the inhabitants of the fortress with the spiritors were, the first ones were holding their nose. Even those who had introduced their basil leaves in their nostrils that they had bought earlier seemed happier.

The master of Cotrobăi with a shovel inside the creature, but quickly withdrew. He seemed to prepare a dish while a poem was spoken in a baritonal voice. Robert did not understand anything, but the audience stops shaking.

The girl had begun to remove the bones of the chest. Inside, as in a cage, the organs of the being were hidden, some larger, distinct colors, palpiting like sleeping dogs. Vitican ends the incantation in the unknown language and explains the next stage, in which the internal organs will be removed and analyzed separately.

After shaking it, the black robe removed the lid of a glass container. Inside was a transparent liquid that pours over organs with the delicacy of a geyse that puts the tea into the cups.

That's how madness began.

The daughters caught themselves to focus and detach from each other. The girl took a step in the back just when one of them, the color of the leeks, jumped directly on the master's face. He collapsed on his knees, shaking his arms and trying in vain to detach him. The color of the rotten cherries stuck, with a sinister noise, to the neck of a spectator who fell over the railing. The world on the ground floor began to scream and stumble to the exit. Carsone's black clothes had disappeared into the crowd. The above looked with interest. The mustache hipjder had taken out a sheet of paper, trying to catch in a sketch what was happening on the ground floor. He stopped only when, designed by one of the tentacles, the third organ, brown as a brown bear fur, jump to the pink wig of a girl. Her scream aroused panic in the whole first floor. People began to rush on the stairs. The last creature, the one of the color of the duck egg, remained on the bottom of the cage, removing a kind of trillions, although it did not seem to have any hole.

With his hand clenched on the poisoned stilett, Robert looked intensely on Licărete, who followed with undisturbed interest what was on stage. The lyrics of a piece came to mind Lake of Tears: The hour late, outside it’s dark, you better stay inside now, or you may get caught in my wrath, and I will send the demons, you’ll run but you cannot hide, and I will send all my minions, to haunt you. He slipped out of the lodge as they molded them. According to Carsone's directions, a few meters further right, on the opposite wall, it should have been a door. Discover a wooden plate embedded in the white wall. He touched it. She was easy like a cardboard. He took her aside. It was in what could be called the service ladder, narrow and immersed in the dark.

The thick walls stifled the harassment so, carefully not to break his neck on the narrow steps, Robert no longer thought about what was going on. In order to avoid over the Carsone, he did not stop on the ground floor and went down, in search of another outing. As far as he knew, the theaters had separate entries for the actors and the employees of the institution. It was not an ordinary theater, but that monster had not entered the main gate. The bones were painted, a deaf pain, dismal precisely, which slowed down his momentum. Hunger was tormenting him like a fever. Bitter had reached her mouth again, she felt as if she were crushed aspirins between her teeth. When he reached the last step, he stuck the torch into a crack in the wall. He needed to gather a little. It was the first moment of loneliness since he woke up in the wagon. The smell of the cellar, a moldy wood and wet stone. He knew he had to find a way to return. What he had brought him here could take him back.

From the darkness there was a rod. The foggy is repeated, this time stronger, complemented by a noise of steps. Without realizing what he is doing, he grabbed a piece of wood that he throws in the direction from which the sounds had come from. Someone was screaming. After the sharp tone, the voice belonged to a girl. With emotion, he thought it could be the help of the vineyard, who had been looking for refuge in the same place as him. At the same time, absurdly, he imagined that the monster on the dissection table could be. Caution, he looked for his stilet. With the torch in the other hand, he moved a silhouette until he went down.

Pale, slightly gloomy, the figure of Ruxandra appeared behind the flame. Unexpectedly, her vision triggered Robert a sudden wave of anger. Because of her, she was now squeezing a poisoned knife, whose sting would have taken the life of a man. Because of her she had become caught in a fabric of uncontrollable events that were far from over. Because of her she was an iPod. Because of her and Antonia. And his. Softing, he put the stilet in his pocket.

- What the fuck! exclaimed the girl. What's the job with that sword?

Robert took air into his chest. He had never thought he would ever miss hearing a swearing in English. He looked at the girl's frightened face, and her anger passed as she came. He remembered the pursuit of the subway. The evening before when, in the comfortable bed, he had watched Antonia at an old film with journalists, in which all the characters spoke one after the other, without breaks, giving only memorable replies. He had spent the rest of the night in the living room, raising every noise from Ruxandra's room and longing to be in Antonia's room.

- It's a long story.

- What are you doing here?

- What are you doing here?

"I live here," Ruxandra said in a low voice. I mean here. Finally, it's a long story.

"I don't understand," said the boy. What do you mean here?

-Didn't you follow me? answered the girl with a question.

Robert was silent.

- Really?

"Yes," Robert said.

- Why?

Robert was silent again.

For a while no one said anything.

- And the room in Bucharest? asked the boy.

-What's with her?

Ruxandra panicked suddenly.

-Tell me, did you eat something so far?

The girl's question had the impact of a fist in the stomach. Bend, Robert stuck to the wall. Some traces of saliva attenuated the bitter in the mouth.

- Do you have something to eat in yourself? Tell me you have. I haven't eaten a car for years.

"Thank God," Ruxandra said relieved. Then you escaped. Let's cut it from here. In a quarter of an hour we are in Enciu.

Robert looked at her questioningly.

"If you had eaten something, whatever, you couldn't eat anything elsewhere," explains the girl. And you would have been forced to stay here forever ...

"I don't understand," Robert shook his head. What are you talking about?

- Do you have an iPod?

"I had," Robert sighed. He's in a sipe now.

-So you know how it is: if you set it on a PC, you can't use Mac and vice versa. That's the way it is with the food. Once your body receives food from the fortress, no other type of food can process. It is a process, as far as I know, irreversible, developed by the pillars, that no one in the city never imagines that they could leave here. Are you sure you didn't eat anything? Did you drink water?

Robert walks his tongue over dry lips.

- I don't think so. I fired some ... hesitates. Nothing…

- Strange! Come on!

With a tender gesture, the girl took Robert of the arm and directed him to a corridor that opened from a niche. They went through the darkness for more than ten minutes. What an irony, Robert thought, to go through the underground of an underground city. At one point, behind the walls there was a stream, as if the tunnel had crossed a water. When the torch was close to extinguishing, they went to the surface through a wooden gate that the girl opened with a key. They were in a warehouse. Hundreds of bags were stacked on top of each other, like meat. Robert was broken.

"Let's take a break," he said.

The effect of the dust given by Carson had gone long. He had soft legs and his head ached, as if he had the influenza and had been a hangover at the same time.

"It's less," said the girl.

After reaching a wide, cobbled street, they stopped in front of a fountain similar to the one he had seen at the entrance to the fortress. His old comrade, the pestilential spirit, was there, but he was not left with him. A square woman, with two beads over her shoulder, patiently waiting for her offspring, a little girl and a little boy, to finish drinking. Although they had finished, they were playing with the water jets. Looking at the children, Robert was very thirsty. He felt his swollen and soft tongue. He wanted to go to the fish-fish, but the girl pulled him by the sleeve. Swallow in the dry and continued to go among the houses and warehouses to a large gate. On the arch above the entrance he wrote: Enciu. Robert knew they had arrived at the station. He looked at Ruxandra. On her face was guessing melancholy.

- And you? Do you stay here?

"I have no choice," said the girl. Here I work. Sometimes ... she said and stopped. When I find it ..., it started again, I will find a way to stay ... It's a complicated history. Maybe I'll tell you once.

- Then let's see you in Bucharest.

"See you in Bucharest," repeated the girl stretching two pitacles. The sixth right tunnel, said and left.

At the entrance was another sturdy flame. Robert knew now that he was a Ferentar. He reached for his coins and took them without saying a word. It was a room like the other, with the walls hollow on the ground, like a bite. Although he was almost deserted, he didn't seem bigger. Some people were lying on the naked designs. A young man with a cage on his ear was trying to play the leaf. He was not very good, and his companion motioned for him to stop. Robert went to the indicated place and sat in front of him. Obtainly, he was dug after the iPod, but the coat had no pockets.