About a certain return

Part 10

And I have been suddenly enlightened. Bing! A bulb or a bell rang in my head... I knew those people. Tamara, of course, a disgusting and intolerable person... I saw three big guards rushing towards me and started to pick up speed. It was a long corridor, winding and moving. A long banner was written along the corridor and I managed to read while running: "Welcome to novices, Glory to initiates!"

Where was I? I would gladly have gone back, but couldn't. I was jumping along the steps that had slippery disks in the middle, it was better not to touch those, and I got inside an elevator carrying the guests to the belly button of the world, the kingdom of the god Granton or Tramon or, who knows what... A lady's dog came to fawn upon me. I lifted my hand to make it jump, but the lady called it back: Come here, Puffy, you don't want to catch flies, mammy's boy!

Most people were glamorously dressed, as for a special event. The men left their companions, left them in a large room, sitting on armchairs, and they slipped through the door, one by one. I certainly had an inadequate suit and... ended up somewhere in the backstage. There was nobody there, or at least I couldn't see anyone, nevertheless some peculiar phenomenon were taking place... Somebody was shifting the things, the walls were turning, chairs, dust... and the room turned into a long hall, with stands on the sides, and the show, lively colored and brightly lit, started all of a sudden.

And from the corridor got in, rocking, some sort of pillar and then another one... "These are the columns of the temple", said the spectators, but was symbolic columns formed by athletes. After turning towards the side exit one of the "columns" collapsed; the audience feared it will fall in their heads. Only one man supported at its base the whole construction. The athletes were scantily dressed, the men in blue and the women in pink with shinning spangles... "They will replay it", said someone, it was customary to redo these columns if they lose their balance. In front of me two women passed running and looking at me, did they knew me? And went out through a door where a spiralling stair case could be seen from. I was asking myself: were they showing me what must I do? One of them dropped a paper bag, "a cracker" I thought. Inside it was the friendly puppy: "Doggy-doggy", I said, "Come on doggy!" and I went out in the hall. However the dog's face puzzled me. "Probably is not a dog!" I looked at it again, this time from the distance, from a place where I could see its devil... or monkey face. "And she doesn't know you're only a monkey?" The Lady... Did I say this? "Get away!" and I kicked it. "Get lost!" I went back to see the show.

Some birds with their breasts out of their bras were marching past the stand and then another completely naked women mimed a tennis match, one more aged very flaggy and uneven breasts... and the march gloriously continued, with groups of girls apparently dressed but naked. Maybe it was a fashion show, I don't know much about it. Even the Great Lady was in the audience, she was looking from a large screen showing Her radiating Face. "Look what kind of shows fancies the Great Lady!" I was exclaiming in my mind, when I shuddered feeling that someone pointed: "It's him!" which means it was me pointed by a lady from the audience and seeing that the spectators' attention was set upon me, I stood up and rushed out. The door, the spiralling stair case, another door, a long corridor, doors on each side...

I got into a dark room were some aromatic sticks were burned, I cautiously stood still and then I heard the trembling voice of an old man...

– Common people are brilliant and clever, while I seem to be an ignorant. They seem to be very distinguishing, while I am plain and chaotic. I seem to drift away as if I had no place to settle. Everyone has its own action field, while I seem to be dull and unfit, as a rough outsider. So I am different from all the others, but only I can revaluate the mother that breast fed me...

It was only a text from a wisdoms book that defines the Chosen One but useful for nobody. There were those disbelieved old sow... smoke floating around a table covered in cakes, glasses of wine or oil, and flowers, and... I was really hungry!

– Don't touch those, you cheeky tramp! How can you believe these are dedicated to you?

I opened my eyes widely: Who are you?

A shape started to be outlined in front of me, the shape of an old man who was spinning, crawling around the table and quoting from his memory.

– The human existence comprises four action fields that lead to four essential endings: the interest that leads to success, the duty that brings virtue, the love brings pleasure and the salvation...

Exactly when the old man's beard started to take shape, appears Tamara amidst all this wisdom:

– It's here you were hiding!?

I run towards the exit after I grabbed a cake from the pile displayed on the table, and they were a lot, but I run into a body guard posted like a statue, with his arms crossed on his chest, the cake dropped out of my hand... "Bad luck!" I recognized it on the spot. I went round him and kept running on the corridor, on another corridor, through another door... and ended up as an acrobat, walking on a rope, heading on to a partition, or a box... A woman was following me, I knew her but didn't know from where. I climbed some stairs and the stairs drifted apart and I got to the box which wasn't anything but a pending strange folding screen: Hoy, we are standing on only one plank!

I set down. The woman I talked about didn't seem to be a woman anymore, but a transvestite in a lacy purple dress. "Marcel?" He came up to me, stretched and covered me like a wrapper... laughing...

– Be tough, be bad, he told me while he was disintegrated!

Ilost my balance and fell into the chasm. I crushed a desk! A desk placed on topof other desks, countless desks one on top of the other, cabinets, chairs... astorehouse for cast-off furniture. I believed myself to be in the show room!Some chaps were throwing empty preserve tins at me booing, but the room movedtwice to one side and to the other and the desks toppled over. All those in thedramatic situation of being crushed shouted in horror – the furniture was madeof massive wood and was unusually big, as made for giants, needless to say itwas extremely heavy, impossible to move with the help of my poor force,although I felt growing inside me an aggressive anger which gave me powers Ididn't expect. Thankfully, I believe, the room wasn't too large, and therefore,the pile of furniture that seemed to collapse, stopped leaning on a wall and Imanaged to get down fast, and then get out, though I had the impulse to answerback to those aggressors who set me about... The light was turned out and I foundmyself in the middle of an empty room with a simple projector spotting on me. Icould hardly see anything further away as much as to avoid stumbling over, whensomebody moved nearby and, as if he lit a torch, set a light on his face.