About a certain return

Part 14

"Drrring, drring!" The metrophone... I opened big eyes; I slept in the armchair, in front of the video panel... The serial was such a crap!

– Ana, Ana..., I said to Vanda that slowly stood up from the other armchair.

Ana was her best friend.

– "Ana, Ana"..., she repeated mocking me and showing the phone's receiver as she had already answered. "Another looser!" she said disgusted when I passed by her.

"I forbid you to use such language!" I heard her mother shouting... But she was right. Although I was born intact, physically I mean, I firstly missed the opportunity to get into a wealthy family, at the age of six, I broke my connections with the only ones that loved me, my grandparents and Ileana, a neighbour my age, at the age of seven I was taken by my parents and admitted in a fortress of education, at the age of fourteen I couldn't speak out my admiration to a beauty that I saw later in the company of some local sly boots, I missed the admission to college, I missed for good the entrance in the high class, and whatever I tried for a wealthier life... rubbish... I plunged into mediocrity...

It was my friend Marcel... ''My only friend and even him driven by interests ...''

– I talked to Augustin. He remembered you. He asked me how you are, where are you writing for...

– Augustin? The maestro?

– Himself.

– Did he read my stories? I asked susceptibly...

– Cross my heart and hope to die! Augustin asked me where you are writing now. He needs a chap for the magazine... How, to hell, they call it? "The Cult of the Dead Beauty".

– Dead Beauty?

– Mystery, legends, stories, isn't it?

– I don't believe it has anything to do with stories. Mainly with religion. Did you read any of the magazines?

– But I have two at home. I took them when I've been to the editorial office, at my godfather, Cristache. I'll bring them to you...

I don't believe the magazine is authorized. A leaflet with many pages. What quality was that! The first magazine's theme was... "the maze".

"The maze" idea it is, actually a symbolic idea, of the World and the Existence, with the famous invitation to choose between two or three solutions. I present you The Fortress and the Executioners. Where from do they attack? How can they ever cross the fire wall? The Fortress and the World are inspired by the divine human body. The Heroic body born for a right cause. The holly cause. I present you the weakness of the system. The rear aperture...

The rear aperture?

I can imagine some people that tell stories about things that happened. One of them is only a vision, he doesn't exist in real life, he got there from the outside without being really there. The question is: whom does he represent? The authority? Or the enemy? Or somebody willing to take advantage of something, by example the one who's leading from the backstage, the one who introduced the madness in the system and made everybody else mad. Gramon?

Look the Wall of fire. Do madmen feel a wall of fire? The people inside the fortress surrounded by walls of fire... It should be written on the gate. But what does "Gate" mean?

The attacks of the executioners!

"We are the executioners. The smartest. The nicest of the rebels. We attack the corrupt system, the lie, the illusion... We have mercy, we help, we give advice, we bring in, we wait beside you... The way to the full daylight... is through here. Is here..."