I should have started at the beginning: the photo in my profile was a faintly ironic sense, but now reflects the sad reality. Unfortunately for me, it was a prophetic picture.,,, I have been taken prisoner and I'm in a dark cellar, wet and cold, infested with rats, which may have been created by God to dwell on these sites. Of course, my army is still fighting and achieving resounding victories, because in our military organization does not exist chain of command. No one is indispensable in our army. We're just good people, and we live life in a European-abstentionist climate getting very nervous our enemy. Abstention fucks them enough.
My captors are convinced that they come from God and his appearance does not belies it at all. And I chose to pretend I want to be a priest, in order to not to be executed the next morning by firing squads. As candidate for the priesthood I have been subjected by my captors to the inexorable test of "to wipe the ass with a leaf of the Bible" and then, I have pretended to have great anger, conveniently to demonstrate my faith and devotion. Even I kissed with devotion the gold edge of the torn pages . All this seemed them very satisfactory results, so they provided me a thick Latin dictionary and the grammar to begin to study the rigorous language of the Romans.
I will keep you informed when someone carelessly, leave some computer "on" and to my reach.
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From behind the bars, I watch the change of the guard: the Catholic are leaving and come the Hare-Krishna to replace them. Through the small window of my cell I see that it is night already. The Catholic go up in long lines and chanting litanies, without sorrow, without joy, like in a solemn routine ... Hare-Krishna who start their service of guard, are dancing continuously, even doing the counting of prisoners. I'm very dizzy with so movement, it seems that who is dancing, is me. Shortly thereafter, they serve the dinner to the prisoners and due to the constant dance, the soup has low level in the dishes and the salad is spread across the tray and the soup. Nor is nice a fish in contact with dessert. Otherwise, everything is of excellent quality since all food comes from the gardens of several convents of friars and nuns.
Suddenly one Hare-Krishna starts shouting:
-- I have seen the light, I saw the light ... --
And everyone else like an echo, repeat the same expression into a deafening uproar. I wonder if they have seen the TV.. since in their own way, TV is like a light. Moreover, the enormous room is almost dark since we have LED lighting, for fear of our aircrafts. Wars are not like before, some can argue, but its main purpose is to "kill people", as always.
I think It will be easy to escape because to these people really lacks concentration. Due their "lift" to the spiritual, they are less capable for specific and concrete things . But generally, they have very bad temper and can be dangerous people since they are unforeseeable . I must be very careful because if they realize that someone escapes, they will apply me the famous "law of leaks" which consists of shoot first and then ask. Maybe I should burn the library of the prison before my jailbreak although there is no contemporary mazes to access it, nor secret passages with springs.. Pooh... I'm actually doing absurd associations of ideas... due to these difficult circumstances.
I shall sleep badly tonight because tomorrow a severe and ascetic Trappist monk will correct my latin homework and he will test me of the irregular verbs in Latin.
If that's what they want .... so will be ..!
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