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Early evening texts. I reach out. Far. Oceans away, to other continents, other shores.

A tear, a sigh...

Grasping ceaselessly. I do not cease. Cease and desist! -No. I won't, I can't. It's easy. I wasn't saved. I would have survived. But...I was reborn - too strong- re-invented? re-made? testing, trying still...made real, yes. Reality bites.

...escapes from heaven...

In to the flood again. allt av vikt jag säger... A two pronged approach I assume. The emotions of an epic compressed into a restricted number of letters, written with all the literary qualities of a child. TUI. Not entirely, well, alone.

Everything has to be registered and forged in to a tale to make it real. I was made real. I will not be un-made. Hence, it will have to be written and sent, all of it, everything. So I do.

...and worlds end.

There's blood in the wind, and it comes all the way from faraway skies... What happens then? Will someone watch over me from the other shore? A glance, a gaze? Too much or too little, I'm never safe.

...and He will wipe every tear from their eyes...

Do

Equate this! - a story about technical twins, double A's and a Czech mayor.

-Should I take the french sleeping pill?

-It's probalby illegal in Sweden without a prescription...nah, it most definitely is illegal in Sweden without a prescription.

- I need to sleep. It will make me sleep.

- You can have one if you want to.

- Have you tried it?

- Yes, once.

- For how long did you sleep?

- Until I woke up.

- ?

- Until I woke up

- ?! Will I be sleepy for 8, 12, 20 hours?

- Probably around 8 hours, I wasn't sleepy after I woke up.

- I might never wake up again...


And in spite of the pressure, I do want to wake up. Wake up! Wake up!

So, there I was, again, with the few, the chosen, the future. Another future. Not with them this time, at least on the outset. Against them. Pitted against each other in a battle to serve the people. We were to be assessed. Trials and tribulations.

Wake up!

First trial: unshaved, lumberjack shirt, showers.... are for others. Because I'm not like them!
Bananas and a coke, fit for a king! Tick-tack, a Bernanke here a Kurosawa there, an acronym here a foreign aid number there tick-tack, faster! Financial crises are worse in english - even worse in arabic! Inflation target - in arabic? Hedge-fund? No way Jose! Over to the essay, which one then...Tick-tack...-The Lisbon Treaty *drooling*. Finally, time is up.

Wake up!

Second trial: Interview. Pleasantly, fine, easy. My God I just made the worst mistake of my life!!! Or didn't I?

Third trial: Tick-tack, those d*mn little boxes! Teachers against more funding or more funding against teachers, which teachers, funding, funds? teaching? Or was it circles? Trinagles? I've lost it.

Intermission: Naaah, the others were nice. Good people. I think... I really did like them, on first thought. Different and the same, us against the others. And a spoon filled with a Czech mayor.

Fourth trial: Presentation, role play, group. We are one and we believe in this company, provided we do these changes based on this and that statistical fact. We really believed after a while, with authority to match.

Fifth trial: In front of the Tribunal. Three grey magistrates. I think I've done it this far. I'm not going to falter now. If I'm going to leave with some dignity left, I'll leave on my own terms. I'll take the 400 hundred blows with my back straight. It's my way, what I am. I'm not going to do it any other way, so:

Let's talk about love!