C'EST LA GUERRE (15)

When my absent girlfriend got my letter, that letter in an old-fashioned way, with corresponding postage stamps according the weight, (although my privilege of a free official tariff.) (1) she left her hotel and she went to a nearby and lush beach with the wish to read the letter in a more romantic and lonely place. (I keep using the words of her answer about the problem). When she had opened the envelope, she also found inside it several drafts of the attached letter. (What a serious forgetfulness and error on my part ...) I am no more than a miserable point of the biosphere, or better, of the noosphere, in which coincide the love for a woman and the military government of a wretched and backward country ... this could explains my mistake, which fortunately came to nothing because she is very understanding and loves me. Finally she read the letter (in clean) and she was crumpling every draft absentmindedly converting them into several balls of paper which she deposited next herself. The truth is that (most certainly impressed by my passionate prose, typical of a warrior in his well-deserved rest after the fighting and wounds) she went for a solitary walk on the beach and forgetting the four or five balls (neither she nor I can specify how many were) of paper that she had done with the intention to  throw it to the more next trash which she could found.

We turn now to the testimony of a waiter who incidentally is locked away preventively, still. After dark the waiter made his usual rounds around the place. Then under a nice tree, he saw several anti-dung beetles, undoing several balls of paper into serious competition between them because were more the beetles than the balls. The bartender, surprised, collected the papers by curiosity and - he says - he read accidentally my name in secret key. Nothing more. By what it could be, he delivered by caution the papers to the closer military control and from there, it can be assumed the end of this shameful history, of this small but important incident. For me.

As for anti-dung beetles issue, these beetles are an useless product of the miserable research system in this country. Artificially created, this species of beetle  undoes the dung balls instead of to make it as the natural beetles. Apparently any ball: for example, if you give a steel or glass ball to one of these beetles, it tries to undo the ball until it dies of hunger and starvation.

I, that I have my years, I have been always beatlemaníac. No more.
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(1) Because I am field marshal and the president of military government.