About a certain return

Part 14

– Yes, like in that song, "Illusion and Disillusion"!

And she started to creak at high voice:

Enlighten him and tell him I'm waiting for,

Enlighten him there, where he is

And when he'll come back, talk to my human heart...

Oh, World, don't hide away!

Give me a cure.

A cure? There was no cure for Momalia. She was forgotten in the past. But Mr Feroiu was carried away. He was the image of a happy man.

– I need to go now. You know, I'm in such hurry.

– Run and meet your fate, believe me, my dear. In three and a half hours you would have left this world.

– Will I die?

– It seems like it. I rather think that Santoniu should believe when he asserted the predomination of the Spirit upon the Body. The Death is the vector that spread the Decay's Wound. The signs of the disease that destroys the body cannot be hidden. The Released Spirit rises towards the Light...

– Are you a kind of prophet, Madame?

– A visionary...

I had a revelation! "Weren't they, the people that I took the forbidden books, touched by the Wound? And then I, who got in touch with them, wasn't already convicted?" All this stupidity passed for just one second through my head: Aaalive! No, what's wrong with me to think in such a negative way? Really. They wouldn't have left me free. And then, looking at Mr Feroiu, why should I believe he's twisted? And if he was a spy? Feroiu, the spy, was walking by my head "You got me, you rascal! You don't miss a thing! Couldn't you be a good defender of the order, with your sharp senses?"

"Oh, spare me! What strange thoughts! Look what's troubling me!" I was thinking rushing to my next stop, before getting back to the company to live there the bike and then meet Marcel.

Faster, faster! I went round people, posts, buildings, vehicles, organic and inorganic obstacles.

Gelu Kolar greeted me on the stairs of the main entrance: "Come in quietly and speak at low voice."

It's not in my habit, I must admit. I stumble against something, the steps begin to creak, the doors make noises, I'm noisy, damn it! And the hearing cells, gathered in rows are brushed by the air vibrations, than, the brain is responsible for the whole illusion...

– You should be a soft target, assured me. I was waiting for you, said Kolar, as it wasn't obvious. Where in earth have you been?

He was a chap still in power, with a moustache, talking to me in a protective way, though he was peeking me, I saw that. But I don't know why Mr Kolar was keeping his guard up, maybe I should feel guilty for my collaboration with the hidden force, CiSe – Citizen's Security, an organization of volunteers that watched from the shadow the society's welfare.

He cut a long story short: "Where have you been?" without any useless introduction, like: "How you are" or "How your life is", he put it bluntly:

– And what was professor Crow saying?

He lived in a similar big house, alone, or at least he says so, though I saw a whole bunch of guys, coming in and going out through the back door, not to mention the noises coming from upstairs: "It could be a mouse", oh, the bloody mouse he must be moving the wardrobes! So: "Where have you been and what did Crow say"...