About a certain return

Part 3

– Attrrention! For your inforcrmation! A dangerous crcriminal escaped today from the pcrrison ''Work Is Our Salvation ''. For your inforcrmation! Don't open your doocrr to unknown people! Don't let in unknowns people! You are in a crgreat danger! A crcriminal has escaped tod...

The big loudspeaker in the street... Always someone escaped. "They are either not well guarded, or they are allowed to get out to be hunted... ", I was just saying to myself. "There must be a trick there!" I saw Lisa M., the beauty of "The News that Enlighten"! What is she doing in this area full of outlaws? It's like I could hear her: "The main headlines: The Great Lady had opened the session of the General Council, [...], The capture's footage of a very dangerous criminal in the slum area..."

"Take the spotlight off me!" I shouted, and almost immediately was taken away. Something knocked me on the head and I was left only with the berry lights.

It's so frustrating to live the life of a victim, to share all the evil in the world. You cannot get used to this situation. It is so you become a fatalist, Great Lady, but anything will fuel your hopes that the fate turned its face towards you.

I should have predicted this. There were signs that something would happen... In the recent days I came across, in the street, with too many film stars. I just started to believe that, in fact... Isn't it? It seems these actors do not exist. Only the characters are real.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting on a chair, with a projector in my face and I could see most of a desk. I suspected that a fat guy was flipping around at the other end of the desk.

– Now you sign the declaration you've made!

I didn't know who the voice was talking to; they may have been many others in the room. What, to hell, me that just came to my senses. "Ah!" And my head was leaning on one side; I couldn't raise it as if somebody was pushing down my skull with a boot.

– Hold it! I heard the same voice, not at all friendly, and soon I had in sight a sheet of paper with a scribbled text on it entitled ''Declaration''.

– Clb..., I said, talking only in consonants, like our human ancestors were writing.

– The secretary, of course, but you dictated her. We have witnesses.

– Yes, yes..., mumbled some ''dead bodies''.

– N... ps..., I protested. Ldzd...

– You're swearing at us! OK. Write miss: "the accused swear at the investigators".

How did he know, the wretch? How come, but really, how can...?

– What have I done? What have I done? What... as if I had learnt to say: '' mum'''.

– You haven't done anything... you... ox! Who said you had time to do anything? It's just that you plotted against..., and his voice sounds from the throat, the Great Lady.

Bad luck! It's a capital accusation. You might hope only to get a fair trial. I heart of some people that were set free after the Judgement. Yes, yes... But only a few... Hold on! When did I hear such a thing?

– I didn't... I had no reason to... How could I...?

– We have an unfailing spy right in your home. We have all the documents, do you understand? Papers, video and audio recordings... You're a cunning liar... you... you...

– You, ox!

– So... It's your daughter. Do you understand?

I understood her on the spot. I wouldn't have stayed to leave so close to a looser that shows me what I should become, who gives me his infect obsessions. What a bloody bleak future! And it seems to me that a skeleton with a head kerchief was laughing, chattering the dentures and then, on the back of a donkey, like one of the Apocalypse knights, shaking and shouting along with the animal: ''Down with mum tyrant!'' I understood her on the spot, but I wouldn't sign the declaration. Later I found out that I signed it. There was still an unimportant detail. As I was going to stand a trail, I needed a lawyer for the defence. The lawyer... The lawyer of the company, Mr Jeblea... Jebleanu. He was expensive. I tried to blackmail him.

– Do you know what, sir...? I might have a few papers signed by your Honor, some bloody dirty businesses. Puh... how they stink!

– How come you... egg (he was in very good mood), you one of Stiffy's (he named boss the same!) future dehydrated, a mummy for eternity, you're threatening me? Nobody and nothing can ever save you. You'd better live the end of your life properly and make peace with everybody if you want Mother Garia to take you in her bosom.

The religion... To be reminded about religion was overwhelming. Mother Garia is waiting affectionate for us all... and us... Eh! What a choice! The man chooses to go to hell instead of going to his Mother's bosom. It's difficult to understand why. I decided to be my own defender. Because nobody would have the courage to plead in favor of an alleged offender of the Authority, to plead for win.