Monday, July 14, 2008

Samoan Wedding Blessing

Chapter Seven. Saranapaladacama

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At 21 I get to take.
At 21:05 am on a black Toyota with a blindfold.
"It 's a cliche, which is led blindfolded to the initiates who knows where - Eco says, in front of me at the wheel - The clichés are our rituals. We put more or not. "

" And then who knows. We could kill you now, you know? "Blows me next Queen. I had not noticed her neighbor in the back seat. Her voice is made of a soft unspoken desire." We could kill you, hide the body somewhere, "I feel
as if struck a match, somewhere inside me. I do not know if I'm scared or excited.
"Sooner or later you would be looking. You know how to do these things "
Queen's voice is nails on my fear." Yes. But you'd be dead anyway, whether we are looking for or not, "Eco
interrupts me, just before he opens his mouth to reply." Because we may be different from what images - says - Maybe we're like those crazy murders who do not pose problems to the consequences. Maybe we go forward, and while we can until we find "

Although I can not see them, I can wait to receive breath, hanging around us. Their smiles, the darkness of the blindfold, they widen into a grin as sharp crescents the Cheshire Cat. The whole world is wrong and has no center of gravity, lame. I think he even finished shooting, but until I get this blindfold on me, I can not be sure.
Queen pressed a hand on my belly. His nails are much longer than the doors, when we met.
blows a breath right next to my ear.

But when we we meet? The more I feel that I stretched alongside, the more I feel stupid and in the company of strangers. Strangers.

"Maybe it is as you say. Maybe even scary part of the cliché. Maybe it's ..."
"Maybe, maybe ...", replied the Queen. To me, he is smiling.

Spend time that could be half an hour as an hour as ten minutes. Minutes of absolute silence, in which the faces of my fellow captors are their breaths. Slow and quiet, mild, that of Queen. A little 'stronger and heavier, a little' more nervous, Eco. And my
? If anyone could hear, would breathe a wary, having subdued by force.

"I like superhero comics? "he asks the Queen.
I do not know what tone I should respond, given the situation. I say yes a wrinkled.
" Are you more for good or for bad? "
" Good, I would say. At least try to improve things, "Regina
snorts a laugh.
" The vouchers do not improve anything. Have you ever seen Captain America that improves anything? or Superman? or Spider-Man? I mean ... even the X-Men, which should be the most socially angry, do nothing to change the world "
... Well, because ... "
" Why are the bad guys who want to change society. Some do it for their own interests, others are contrary ideals. But if there is one thing that unites Dr. Doom and the Joker, this is it. Do not stop at nothing, no compromise, no but I can not . The vouchers, however, found everything always and only on that. Common duty against personal impulses "Eco

you a fat laugh.
" So, Hanuman, welcome among the bad guys. "
Then, the machine stops.

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