WHAT IS MANNA?

On an essay. What Was Manna?written by Prof. Roger Wotton, in UCL in UK

Manna is a physical entity, depicted as a supernatural origin in the Old Testament . This physical entity has some characteristics that have been mentioned in the Bible. Book of Number, The most crucial statement about the manna is. ‘Arriving with the dew during the night,’ Probably,the environment approach provide the condition for the chemical formation of the entity . Exodus adds that manna was comparable to hoarfrost in size, similarly had to be collected before it was melted by the heat of the sun , and was white like coriander seed in color. after collecting it may become like bdellium.

The Holly text is reciting, in the time when Israelites had been wandering in the wilderness for so many years, and they built this unique relation with a material fell down on the way they passed through. They called it Manna. (Manna, obviously, in Hebrew language , is some thing bestowed, and has a heavenly origin.) Some dictionaries state the definition in this way: An ash tree which exudes a sweet edible gum (manna) from its branches when they are damaged, native to Southern Europe and South West Asia. But, this way of bestowing would not fascinate any mind, if it was not heavenly originated.

But, in considering manna not heavenly originated, yet, as a falling material from the sky, would be ranked such as rain or snow. Whilst storms and Tornados are less heavenly ranked, and if they carried manna away with all kinds of dirt, eventually would make a mixture of manna and all kind of dirt, and manna would disappear midst the huge amount of dirt . ( Here, according to my knowledge, in counting all regions with extreme storm around the world, no traces of manna could be found.)

Tornado, or the Khamsin or khamasin wind would not help the formation of Manna , on contrary it is against the congregating of the particles of the material. In Egypt, Khamsin usually arrives in April but occasionally occur in March and May, carrying great quantities of sand and dust from the deserts, with a speed up to 140 kilometers per hour. The khamasin wind is hot and dry and dusty far different from ‘Arriving with the dew during the night.’

During Napoleon’s Egyptian campaign the French soldiers had a hard time with Khamsin: when the storm appeared "As a blood-stint in the distant sky", the natives went to take cover, while the French "Did not react until it was too late, then choked and fainted in the blinding, suffocating walls of dust, instead of falling of Manna.

How Moses and Herron behaved at Sinai during Khamasin? Probably not like Napoleon’s soldiers, since they were familiar with Khamasin.

Personally I crossed Sinai and for a long time have being thinking about Manna- Sinai, and came to a conclusion, if Manna fell down for Israelite at that time, it would never falls on Sinai of this new earth environment, because there is no manna’s primal material above Sinai now and long time ago, to proceed the process of creation of the main component of that terrestrial featured -sky entity.(Simply sugar.) The main component of Manna.

Therefore, the crucial question would be , what are sugar’s components ? Definitely, the simplest chemical structure of sugar is made of Hydrogen, Oxygen, and carbon Monosaccharides are the simple sugar, the most important is glucose. Almost all sugars have the formula CnH2nOn (n is between 3 and 7). Glucose formula is C6H12O6. Therefore for each molecules we need carbon, hydrogen, oxygen in the ratio n/2n/n. in a specific arrangement to make sugar not lipid.

In answering the question. Is there a natural plant in the sky producing such kind of sugar ? Definitely there is such a plant… higher or in several hundred meters above the sea level, where in the space a specific area with the environment of temperature, pressure, and humidity etc, working in harmony, in a specific area, definitely becomes the imaginary plant of manna.

Now, the question is: is not air made of nitrogen , oxygen hydrogen carbon and all other gases and also water vapor, and all together are exposed to a wide range of pressure and temperature in the sky somewhere above some regions. (Personally watched the weather during falling Manna {Gezo] on Kurdistan heights, it is known for everyone there, how to collect the manna . I also read about manna production of Terengin in Iran. Terengin may be somehow a different type, of gezo forming in lower temperature, or under different pressure .

Therefore, in conclusion , the most reliable theory is: the formation of the physical entity manna is depending on the existing of the basic component of sugar in Air {Carbon, Hydrogen and Oxygen , with possibility being mixed with other particles , or materials during its local journey, like rain or hail.). All this under a special condition: required temperature, special pressure, and humidity or even a magic thunder or even catalysts. Researches could be conducted for proving the origin of manna practically in some places . A simple design depending on balloons left on deferent heights with sensors watching the formation of the manna in a such environment could answer all our questions.

My warm thanks.

Best Regards
Kay H.

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REMAINS OF 1988

KAY  Hay

Reeling in years past, a flashing scene urged me to rewind my whole being and erratically setting myself again amidst a bustling, chaotic day in Sydney's Airport, my attention snagged on something unexpected. Fate, or statistical probability led me to stumble upon a handful of paper scraps left unattended on a seat. With curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious owner, whom I imagined as a lost sibling who might be watching me over from afar. No mattered how much I tried with my dog like sniffing skills, I failed to locate the author amidst the sea of faces. Yet, instead of discarding the scraps, I made the decision to carry them with me, determined to unravel the story they held within. Like an archaeologist deciphering ancient papyri, it took me a year to piece together the fragmented narrative into its current form. And now, with the tale brought to light, I address you directly, beseechingly. " No matter how cruel, rootless creature I am, my mysterious lady, an ever-wondrous spectre looming over me, please forgive me. I am sorry for sharing your memory. But to honour you, as they say, every great story needs a rogue Jonah, and I meant to be yours

Fragments of Past

Struggling against the odds, I painstakingly assembled the fragments of someone' soul, where each page bearing a scar of  her time. My heart swelled with a strange satisfaction as I beheld her courage, laid bare across fifty-seven weathered sheets. "I found myself amidst the remains of my mother, perceiving the contours of her skull, and fingering  her bones whispering tales of a life once lived. Yet, duty called like a relentless storm, driving me into the night, leaving her cursed shell behind to the mercy of a thousand unseen eyes...'Unreadable scratch.'

"Guided by unseen hands, shepherds brought me to the edge of a great valley , where they left me, solitary upon the desolate rocks of the  Heights, with naught but my tender daughter by my side. 'To whomever you may be,' I murmured into the abyss, 'my deepest gratitude, dear dearest, dearest."

 I say .'Whoever you were  I am  grateful, dear dearest, dearest.."  1988.

"I remember, and I say,'I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth ... nothing stains that absolute truth...'"

'Unreadable scratch.'

"When the airborne soldiers   dropped my dearest brother off, from the plane to crush on the rocks. I saw  his shocked, bright eye glittering  like twin stars. Soldiers had captured him while he was lying with his wounds at the battlefield. Then they  took him ruthlessly for the military  exercise; there they dropped him off to see how would he fly and hit the rocks. While he was falling down, on his way, the soldier,  the bastards  were screaming brazenly in the sky above.  'Those are your rocks, bastard, not ours; you think so, bastard.You are dreaming." 

"Dogs, had later pulled his corpse into pieces and hauled him as far as they could. And then floods swept him down the  valleys and  dismantled his grey bones. That was the end of his short life. Then they came - the soldiers came- and took his wife and sold her to many Muslims. She was pregnant.And when  we were certain she was dead- we read a thousand verses on her empty grave. " 1986.
"Aftermath, aftermath!"

  "I survived, and  a decade later, after Al- Anfal. "

'More unreadable scratch.'

"A charming boy with the  sweetest  looking was stepping onward, whispering with tearing eyes and shivering lips."Mother." (Many  words were missing.) "I felt a legendary frame of an angel’s statue, walking so sweet, and so proud that I was about to scream. 'The only man  of the family.'  I was frozen.  'Mother. For so long time  have been looking for you,'  said he.'Hold  his  face, Touch him. Kiss him,'  my friend cried. I was standing , in front of him and  shivering  like a little bitch , gaping with a blank mind. 'You can, you can,'  my friend  screamed..(Many  words are lost) 'God! Torture me not, I beg you, I beg you, Almighty.'   I was talking to myself,when he said. 'I always, kept your picture  me.'" 1999

'Many words are missing.'

  "He is not your son. He is not your son." 

"Everyone  said 'don't get carried away with your feelings.'

"One must be careful these days."

"O' Golden Heights."

"Golden breeding..."

"My tribe."

'Unreadable scratch.'

 "You let a stranger in your house."

"Goddamn," I screamed .

Deep down I wished  I did not say that.

"Listen to no man," my friend urged. "He has your eyes, your lips, your nose... are you blind?" But I had no one, no one at all.

Nevertheless, I began to unearth the truth through my senses, my heart's-fangs, my long-lost soul, and the relentless force of my conscience. Retrieving his face from the depths of darkness, I felt a surge of pride as I recollected our shared memories on Al-anfal.

"If truth must be spoken," I declared, "He is my son, he is the truth." From then on, I found myself with nothing more to add, except this somber reflection: "The graveyard is not a fitting place for lies." I speak so candidly because I have no one else to confide in. (2000)

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"Past is a venom coursing through my veins."

( Missing word.) 

" In the very core of my being, the past is concealed, like elusive spectre lurking within the recesses of my mortal frame. Spying on the world through the pores of my flesh, with a gaze akin to that of serpents, sinuous and watchful. With each breath, I ingested the lingering dust of forgotten divinity, a silent witness to the remains of the laden God with a myriad of bonds that bind us til the end of time, I whispered softly, 'Farewell,' urging my ego to break Him free from the shackles.

Creep. Creep  out."  I say.

(Many words are missing."


In the somber labyrinth of recollection, I found myself retracing the paths of our ancient town, each step a journey into the veiled depths of time. Amidst the ethereal mists and the poignant odours of ceaseless strife, I groped my way forward, descending further into the abyss of perpetual conflict. Pursuing the spectres of my forebears and erstwhile acquaintances along the dolorous passages of the Walk of Death, we, as unwitting fools, incessantly excavated the sepulchres of our shared history.

 "Well," I  reluctantly say 'yes,' to everyone's notation, amidst the silent expanse of my innermost being, but proclaiming, "Embark upon the voyage to the farthest reaches of existence." I pondered the meaning of that verse countless times, I pressed on with unwavering determination, traversing the boundless expanse until I reached the crossroads where our cautious gazes intersected with the spectral echoes of our ancestral homeland – reminiscent of a time long past, conversing in the tongue of the wind like ancient highlanders. In the cryptic rhythm of our native language, pregnant with concealed truths, they declared, "Behold, there is no escape... you are tethered to the holiness of the collective fate." With resolve, I clutched my restless heart,"...yet you cast me aside" I said yearning for a place beyond reach. "I renounce the confines of tradition and the shackles of servitude," I declared. Despite their incredulity, my conviction remained steadfast. "I am not deceived," I countered their doubts. "Then you are resigned," they lamented. "I shall depart, never to return," I pledged. "And what of your lineage? Will you forsake the memory of your kin?" they questioned. With a heavy heart, I replied, "My kin dwell in the realm of the departed ...scratched words."

(Missing Words.)

As the season's breath stirred prematurely, heralding transformation, the wind awoke with fervor, unsettling the youthful scholars' stride. Along Pretoria Road, the giant sentinels of nature swayed in a rhythmic cadence, casting off their golden garments in a wistful ballet. Their seeds, like whispers of my aspirations, scattered along age-old trails, carried by unseen currents. Then, the storm descended, its wrath unfurling upon roadside sanctuaries and echoing through the rugged hills, a symphony of nature's might.

The bushfire ( Missing Words,) erupted,( Missing Words.)  

I squeaked with my ghosts."Run,run, run."

The children ran away.... ( Missing Words.)

Scarcely able to avert my gaze from the haunting specter of my past, as our grievances remained unaddressed, I pondered the unspoken truths. Nevertheless, amidst the collective indifference of the world, our fundamental rights appeared as a plea for the mere privilege of existence. "I am but a dweller of the mountains," I assert. "Yet they retort, 'You dwell at the nadir of the rock.' Still, there are moments when I am compelled to mend the shattered souls of my kin," I reflect, despite their admonishments to desist from what they perceive as folly.

Walking daily, down the street, I felt streams of my thought metamorphose into a conflicting feelings.

After a thousand steps I dived into the hazy world Amidst the fragrant lavenders.

Amidst the lavenders, rain softly sighs,

And above the humble imperial avenue, I glide, Laden with memories of pain, Inhaling the essence of the season's cry, I shouted. "You!" "Even in deserts you might meet a friend." "Hold on." My husband's poetic stream emerging, Echoing, shyly through the mist of my wandering path, Struggling to merge into my current being, I shall confess (Missing Words) I am but a futile scum Squandering moments in life's fleeting gleam.

"That might bring you back, dear," he softly pleads,
Yet I, the true one, in silent rebellion, lead.
"Get out of my life," my resolve, a steadfast creed,
As I vanish, like whispers in the breeze's heed.

With the wind, I flee, 'neath the silver rain's embrace,
He implores, "Bring me back," his voice, a trace.
"We are but strangers," in the downpour's grace,
"I know," I whisper, as memories fade without a trace.

Trepidation enveloped me as I awaited his arrival, amidst the embrace of a distinctly autumnal evening. Peering through the window, my gaze traversed the expanse of the ancient balcony adorning the old apartment, where I stood poised to undertake my solemn rituals, bearing the weight of collective sorrow. Delicately, I sifted through the repository of gemstones, each etched with poignant images, contemplating their significance. "Gemstones are God's favored accessories," he remarked, infusing the moment with a profound reverence.

My husband encountered the sweetest yet most merciless of females. (Missing Words.) He had  dubbed   me. "Origin of Symmetries."

 The beast used to  read . (Missing Words) ..."What immortal hand , could frame thy fearful symmetry.”

 (Missing Words.)
I , vaguely , whisper ." Never  let ...Missing word."
"Agile like Comte de Lautréamont." ...( Missing Words.)
"You are not clear, my man!" I say
" I am, I am," says he.
( Missing Words.)
( Missing Words.)
After all those years, I only  recently have known; the tiger's frame was my mine. The brutal-est  beauty - the toughest  alive  female of  the clan,  who was once fragile and weak with such  a splendid name  in the eyes of a thousand suitors.  .
" Three Symmetry rows, "  says  he.
"Did  he hunt me with  his spell?
" Stop it ...stop it ."

"Bid me a farewell, dear."

"So long, dear. So long, dear Heights." 

And then in that moment of reflection, I unearthed the truth, my beauty, a bewitching force, woven into his youth. The man was mad, conjuring me from naught, In the alchemy of his mind, my essence was wrought. "One thousand years ago," I screamed.
"Oh,  Great God, so long time he lived in me! "
"Our frames, dear,"  says he.
 "My love," I scream.

" So cruel you were, how dared you to die without me.".

Missing words
"Cruelest, dearest; you are dead."
I heard the very stroke of my heart with his name.(Missing words) Fear, I looked   into the deepest  eyes.of the  time. (Missing words).

 I'd dull all my elusive  senses, and 'd dim the flame of my senses, and navigate the shadows, veiled from sight, in the quiet of obscurity, I'd find my reprieve, here the whispers of truth and falsehood interweave. "

"Your course of metamorphosing

"Have we been  brought up for this?" I say. 

Missing Words

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I had to sit down alone, under the quiet, cool dusk, where hazily tetrahedrons shells were discarded everywhere ,and  glittering the pale burgundy light of past. I had  let an old  Greek master  engraving the names of my beloved ones on the faces of the stones. The old man said." Men forget  but stones don't."
He  used to call me . " The Lady of Stones."
 The man was a real history, ancient and tasteless without stones..
 " You are not  Greek, are you?" said he..
 "No I am not  Greek,  I am a  stone,"   said I confidently.
" It is not bad to be a stone, my lady, " said he.
" Ay," said I. " We are stones."

In my solitude I sat beneath the quiet dusk's embrace, where the tetrahedron shells lay scattered.Their forms hazily outlined, in the fading light, bathed in the pale burgundy glow of memories, bright. An old Greek master, with his chisel, deft and sure, engraved the names of loved ones, on my stones, "secure," I said.(Missing Words)"Forgetfulness befalls men, but stones endure," he said. And thus, upon their faces, our histories were spread.He dubbed me "The Lady of Stones," with reverence deep words. For in those ancient forms, my essence seemed to sleep. "You're not Greek, are you?" The Greek master inquired with a smile, I replied, with confidence, devoid of guile."Greek blood does not flow within my veins." " I am a stone, unmoved by mortal scums ." "Is it an everlating curse?" he mused. " No, it is unyielding," I say. "Perplexed," he says. "Aye," I agreed, with a nod and a sigh,"but in our stone-like hearts, truth never dies."

Upon the falling of the somber heights, everyone's breath bore the weight of untold sagas. Every heartbeat echoed a celestial cadence, Yet, my story lay untouched, though was rephrased by a handful of the divine destiny makers. Thus suspicion clung to me like a cloak. I sensed the looming presence of eager reporters, coveting my downfall to adorn their morose displays. Yet, I stood resolute, a bastion against their voyeuristic desires. Never would they revel in the spectacle of my demise. I pledged, with every essence of my being, to withhold that satisfaction, enduring unyielding until the final curtain fell.

"Nothing there."
(Missing Words). 

It was midnight, and I was still counting the visiting ghosts of my friends and relatives, murmuring, "Almighty, what could men of that time be doing now?"
"  Nothing, baby, nothing, nothing,"says he.

"Nothing? God forbid," I say.

"Nothing is the pinnacle of tragedy."

"I do nothing darling!"

"I know."

In my time, you could often find them congregating, whether near the dunghills, along the barren creeks, or within the tranquil confines of the Mosque's courtyard, their gaze fixed skyward toward the mist-shrouded canopy of the ancient cemetery and the towering oak trees. Clad in somber hues of dark or khaki coats, they stood, their rifles shouldered with a sense of purpose, their fingers tracing the contours of long prayer beads. Amidst the tendrils of smoke, they engaged in spirited discourse, weaving tales both eloquent and embellished, each word a thread in the intricate tapestry of their camaraderie.

(Scratched words)

The ghost, with a sardonic elegance, remarked upon the cloying allure of those deceitful words," I acknowledged, concurring with a nod."Indeed," I added, recognizing the seductive nature of falsehoods. Yet, beneath each uttered syllable lay the burden of countless narratives, intricately woven into the to our the mixture of our consciousness.

A swelling wave of a renowned symphony washed over the wide boulevard, engulfing me in the relentless embrace of dusk, tears welling in my eyes. Amidst this harmonious crescendo, I discerned the solitary resonance of my own existence, akin to the lonely snowgum, its voice blending with the distant melodies echoing from nearby brothels. Their haunting songs wove a captivating spell around me, ensnaring my senses in their ethereal web. "I am a lonely snowgum," declared a voice in the night's embrace, to which I softly murmured, "Indeed," baring my soul to the star-strewn heavens above. As shadows danced and stars adorned the celestial canvas, I surveyed the bustling street below, witnessing a mosaic of faces illuminated by the kaleidoscope of a thousand races. Yet within this vibrant waves of beauty, I harbored a deep-seated sorrow, a sense of being marred by unseen blemish. Caught between the call of freedom and the weight of sin, I shrank within the confines of my own skin, tears flowing as I delicately traced the contours of my scarred breast. "I saw a man." "Missing Words"

The man I  saw,  was my husband's friend. 

"Ay,"  he  read me a poem. 

I thought he was genius.  

In the same way we  used to be poets, bards, writers, singing like nightingales.

(Missing Words)

 My husband had loved him and he loved me. 

(Missing Words)

He struggled desperately for his love, but never dared to confess.

(Missing Words)

Today, he recited a poem with his hoarse voice his words failed to capture the beauty. (Missing Words).

The bastard had traversed the Pacific on boats to reach me.

Victoria The Great,

Goddess of a bygone era,

Once seized Zeus' sceptre

And ensnared a soul, sharper than Winston;

the sovereign of her chivalry,

Enthroned upon the magic  of history,

To fill the vastness of her throne.

(Missing Words)

"Her majesty is frozen in the narrow sky of the city." (Missing Words) I used to sit by the queen's monument and most often asked her the same old question.

"What might happen to us?" (Missing Word) "Have I revealed my secrets?" I wondered. "He scared the hell out of me." I thought for a moment that the goddamn beast might be my man. I knew the bastard had started the poem since he arrived here. "I dare to say, let's reserve a place for yourself in the Genocide Museum," he said. "Are you insane?" I screamed. "No, I am serious," he muttered. "Get the hell out of here, now, bastard," I screamed. "I'll go and never come back," he said. "Wait, wait," I said furiously. "How dare you say that?" "I am crucified," he murmured. "So what? We all have been crucified." "We crossed oceans, spaces, and skies," he said. "Alone?" said I. "No, with Ely Banister Soane," he said. (Missing Words) "I am tired." "I am tired too."

“The storm  erupted, and trod on the city's  underbelly, beneath  the blue cloud, until brutally the  wind crushed  the city’s wings," says he.
" Crushed her chest."
" Flattened the  walls of her heart." 
 " Stop it bastard," said I.." All were children,"
(Missing Words.)
"The wind  hit the trees, schools, windows, and our doors."
"It squalled savagely and  crushed  my husband's frame."
" Right, right."

"So what?"
" Gone with tears."
"  He is here." He clasped his heart.
" Bastard."

"The city?"

"No, him."
"He was the home of a  thousand virtues, allegories, poems, and epics.- flowers of mountains, songs of mountains, our fragrant bower... yours, and  myself's  , and was  my own sibling, ”  he says.

With a bitter remembrance, a giant like I stood up(Missing Words). We recount the tempest's fury, it raged and clamoured relentlessly, and billows of smoke swirled swiftly, while under the scene the town was reducing to mere fragments.( Missing Words). We revealing our shared experience (Missing Word). Yet, then in an abrupt moment, the man vanished into the ether. (Missing Words). "Goddamn." I was in shock, murmuring steadily, "how dare you?" until was startled by a passer-by startled me. "Are you awaiting for the arrival of the Happy Prince, your majesty?" "Inspiring a wayward soul, perhaps a denizen of the street, veiling his mockery in a gentle jest. (Missing Words). (Black Symbols.) I regarded his figure with a bitter gaze, finding it nearly as flawed as my own.

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Years had to pass.

 (Missing Words.)

 Again, I recount a troubling encounter: As I looked out onto George St., I noticed my husband's friend leisurely strolling alone, his gaze fixed on me with unsettling familiarity. "Mother had sent me binoculars and a new radio, when I was a little gerrila " he remarked, reminiscing about days gone by. It wasn't his first time observing me. A sense of unease washed over me; it seemed he was inexplicably drawn to my presence, as if I held some mysterious allure. 

"Bastard, you were supposed to be gone," I muttered in frustration, yet his gaze remained unwavering, as if eager to catch a glimpse of my flushed countenance. (Missing Words.) Tears welled in his eyes, a stark contrast to his usual demeanour. With a cynical wave, I acknowledged his presence, though an unsettling feeling lingered long after he disappeared from the view.

"Have you ever had an objective plan in  your life?"

"No, I haven't  ... I haven't  none."

(Missing Words.)

 It was the harshest time, for him. I was unable to contain the tumult within-me. We existed in a state of perpetual immaturity. He too failed to muster the courage to confront me confidently, while I, akin to a feral beast, instilled a fear that caused him to crumble in my presence. When the gravity of my seriousness dawned upon him, he instinctively shielded his face and fled, parting the crowd like a raging bull. (Missing Word.) Despite being torn apart, he retained a semblance of identity... a name. Yet, before I could utter it, he vanished into the ether, leaving behind only echoes of my anguished cries.

Yet, through it all, he refused to allow my venomous words to shatter his spirit any further. Seeking refuge in doorways, he hid his face from the world, clinging to his craft as a writer, his sole sanctuary amidst the chaos. Stripped of worldly possessions and confined to the stark reality of prisons and battlefields, he bore the scars of his tumultuous existence, a testament to his resilience in the face of adversity.

With each savage scream and venomous insult, I sought to break him, to reduce him to nothing more than a hollow shell. Yet, he remained steadfast, his resolve unyielding, his spirit unbroken. As I stood amidst the wreckage of our relationship, consumed by bitterness and regret, I was reminded of my own flaws, my own shortcomings. The days passed in a blur of anguish and longing, he continued to see me as a paragon of perfection, blind to the depths of my cruelty. "I am a bitch," I declared, the words heavy with self-loathing and regret. "A terrible woman, mean and cruel," I whispered to myself, the weight of my actions bearing down upon me like a suffocating blanket.

And as I stood, lost in contemplation, my gaze turned towards the northern bay, where the lights danced upon the waves like stars in the night sky. In that moment, I found solace in the hazy silhouette of my former self, standing tall and resolute amidst the storm of my own making. "I won't ever be ...," I vowed, a silent promise to myself to rise above the chaos and reclaim my humanity.

In my moments of solitude, I found solace in conversation with the queen, her silent gaze a comforting presence in the chaos of my mind. Returning to stand beneath her feet, I felt a sense of grounding, a reminder of my place in the world. And as I gazed upon her stoic visage, I found myself drawn to the words of his poem, a poignant reminder of the pain we both endured. "When I stare unto thee, further up to thy grey face, a kin to me..( Missing Words.) My bleeding wounds may torment thy conscience.

                                                                      ****

"In the midst of the disquietude permeating George St., (Missing Words), I wandered with a sense of disconcerted purposelessness, yet my instinctual compass remained resolute. Whether traversing leftward or northward, I was ensnared by the sublime majesty of St. Mary's Cathedral (Missing Words). My diary stretches farther, more than this; for no sooner do I go farther than I revisit the imposing presence of the Statue of Queen Victoria the Great, awaiting the waves of eerie recognition to sweep over me. (Missing Words). It was something akin to childhood longing; I had internalised an indescribable bond with the austere visage, resonating or tethering me to The Heights, the realm of melancholy. There, then as I read the bastard's poem, I can't help but wonder, "Who the hell is walking by my side?" "His poem concludes and I find solace." I murmur with deep breathe, wondering if that might happen as it reaches its conclusion, enveloping me n a comforting embrace. "What are you doing? The manager may return soon." "What can he do?" " He inflicts your mind with more cracks," she muses. With a sense of resignation, before adding,"Perhaps someday." I contemplate the prospect of confronting him directly, uttering those defiant words, "Fuck you, Mao," fully anticipating the inevitable consequence of dismissal. Undoubtedly, by then, I will have aged beyond his expectations. (Missing Words.) Behind this meticulously maintained facade lies no trace of my tumultuous past. I have even managed to washout a smallpox scar from my face. (Missing Words.) At times, I arrogantly question my own shortcomings. "Was it not my own weakness that led to this?" Yet, upon reflection, I am reminded of the intricate map etched upon my skin beneath this delicate pink underwear. (Missing Words.) Nevertheless, his poem continues to resonate within me, like fingers delicately tracing the contours of my soul, reaching into the deepest recesses of my being.

I perceived his poem as a visceral imprint upon my very being—a savage impression that always seemed to resonate with my sighs and the rhythmic pulse of my heart. (Missing Words.) Meanwhile, the cacophony of the dissipating crowd echoed in my ears as they vanished into the gaping maw of the city. Like industrious ants, they surged forward, disappearing into the intricate labyrinth and hidden chambers of urban life. Each race fixed their gaze upon vacant faces—looking forward but seeing none—disregarding the humanity of their fellow travelers, save for a lingering undercurrent of animosity that one day may be washed away by the relentless tide of time. (Missing Words.)

I am unequivocally certain that we inhabit the correct celestial body. (Missing Words.) Yet, as I set pen to paper, it feels as if I am composing a missive to my departed siblings and the myriad next of kin I once held dear. (Missing Words.) Standing at the precipice of existence, where the frigid embrace of the ancient ocean meets the celestial tribute to the Sun Goddess, I am overcome by a somber longing. (Missing Words.) Here, amidst the vast expanse of the firmament, I am reminded of Dante's words as imparted by my late husband,

"I turned me to the right hand, on the other side, to behold the other pole, and saw four stars ne'er seen before save by the primal people."

"But, but I can see them: hence it is time to transcend the shackles of the past," I said.

The End
  Autumn 2004

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Apprentice

Kay Hassan

Part One

Scene One

 Interior of the  unaccomplished complex in  Rushcutters Bay in Sydney .  It is  of a day in the middle of  Autumn .The storm hits the city.  Normal life is on hold in the city. Driving through the  wild storm is a catastrophe -Radio says thousands of houses are without power

Cars are flattened under the falling trees - Roofs are ripped .Streets are flooded like the ancient rivers. Giant waves are hitting our shores - Buildings are shaking. Houses are washed away

A Vietnam veteran's died - Hunter river is the wildest. Thousands of volunteers are rushing into those suburbs to help people: they are real heroes. The huge cellar of the complex is quite compared with spaces between the buildings  but the sky above the roofs was furious by contrast.

Barbara :  Ich nenne Architektur gefrorene Musik. ( (Her blue glittering  eyes stare at me.  She is eighteen  tall and well built with a  beautiful  good-looking face  with expression  of superiority .She is not the only woman in the mega construction site but her presence is so dominating that we rarely feel the others' touches .   Her eyes remind  me of  the beautiful spark of God ; solemn and sublime. She has a  short blonde color- hair hardly touches her  reversible high visibility vest over her overall jeans . I am  a descendant of a illegitimate son of Saladin  ,not that tall , actually  has been  built on weaker and modest model,has dark eyes and grey hair and  dressed rough clothes. And  we are both wearing armored boots and hats.)

The main gate is flattened and the exit ramp is flooded.  Angelo. (A giant  athletic man)  is the Site Manager, he walks towards the gate  and stands watching the chaos. He puts his hands in his pocket  and wildly  yells  at the sky ." Fuck."

Barbara and I are watching him from the circular  lobby of  the building number five . She turns her eyes and stares stunningly  at the first building.

Barbara: Look.

I: What?He said fuck.

Barbara: I say, look.

I: I see Angelo.

Barbara:Look at the building. I say : Ich nenne Architektur gefrorene Musik.

I : Not in this  storm, sweety..

Barbara:  LOOK. (Screams she and nods to the first buildings facade in the rain.) It is frozen under the storm.

I:Perhaps , sometime.

Barbara: It is always, It is always. You are not perfect too.

I:Shredded...shredded.I know how the storm has changed your mood.

Barbara : What? Fuck  I am used to a worse weather.

I : I am not ridiculing your experience, but say that in the right time.

Barbara: When is the  right time coming?

I : When  I am  done.

Barbara : We  are talking about continuous concept.

I: Marvelous.

Barbara: What is marvelous?"

I:  Continuous concept."

Andreas :(He  comes closer with his bare chest. ) Why everyone thinks Barbara is smart? (Andreas is little and thin, speaks with Hispanic accent, and  is obsessed with tracing back his Spanish ancestors."    Barbara: Andreas. You  shut up.

I:  Right .You shut up  Andrew.

Andreas: I  say why?.

I: Because she is from Goethe's country, (Eventually Andreas  leaves.)

Barbara:  You fucking old man,.

I: What makes you so angry, little goddess?

Barbara:You!

I: ME? What are you looking at ?

 Barbara:I am looking at your wild look.

I:What is wrong with my wild look?

Barbara:How could  you dismiss Dmitri so cruelly ?

I: Dismiss? No ...no. I have no authority to do that.

Barbara: Tell me the truth.

I:  He just  was not great yesterday..

Barbara: Honestly , what happened?

I: He dismantled the scaffold before even I ran the cables for the surveillance cameras?

Barbara: I guess. Probably  someone told him to.Imagine  what would happen in this storm  if he did not.

I: Nothing.

Barbara: Who knows?

 However, it is better to say.'It is not the end of the world.'

I: Right, he only needed to ask someone.

Barbara: Definitely, Angelo knows, doesn't he?

I: No.he doesn't know.

Barbara:This building is ugly, compared with the first one.

I: Don't challenge me. There is no difference.

Barbara:I can  feel its music.

I:There is no difference.

Barbara: Perhaps for you.  I have better eyes.

I: Look. It is a complex of a billion Dollar budget, they won't make such  a big mistake.

Barbara: There is no WOW.Don't escape my question.

I:  Look BB, I promised  Sam, but he fucked my plan .

 Barbara: Fuck Sam. Instead of getting supplied with materials for north side windows, he yells at me for not having worked on the  west side windows.

I: You may fuck him, but I can't .

Barbara: I dare to fuck him now.

I: He is a good guy. He is Jewish.

Barbara:    I am Jewish  too.

I :I know.

Barbara: And a very far relative to Karl Marx , you know him, do not  you?

I: Good Heaven! That is impossible- Frau M.

Barbara:I’m either way German.

I: Terrific, I am shocked.

Barbara:Am I telling a lot about myself.

I:I am honored, tell me  what ever you like.

  Barbara: Oh, dear. Old man, you are adorable. You can't do bad things.

I: What? I am evil too.

Barbara:NO, no. There is  only Dmitri. Dmitri.(The wind does not  let up .)

 I: ( With indifferent response.)  Fuck, what?

 Barbara:  I say Dmitri.

I:  Dmitri! what is good about Dmitri.

 Barbara:Look. We have to make a deal.

I: He does not let us deal with him. Actually he pissed me off.

Barbara:You are friends.

I:We were sort of.

Barbara:Fuck. Listen ,I feel responsibility  for what happened to Dmitri's  family.

I: What ?  Are you crazy. You are from Treves in Germany  and he is from Astrakhan on Caspian sea.

Barbara:That is the point."

I: Bullshit.

Barbara:Well. Listen to his story.

I: What story?

Barbara:The one I know.

I:  What else.

Barbara:I am a woman, have a feeling .

I : I see.

Barbara:Fuck, don't go too far.

I: I Won't.  I know he does not speak to me anyway, at least today.

Barbara: Do not be silly.Easter is coming. We will be having  a huge party.

I: Right. But I am not coming.

Barbara: No, you are coming.

I: No, I am not  coming.

Barbara: I say, yes, you are coming. I have an announcement.

I: Personal announcement?”

Barbara: Absolutely.

I: Lets talk to Angelo.(I walk out through the glass door  of the circular lobby.)

Barbara:(Grudgingly.) Hmm( She  follows  me.)

(The Curtain Falls)

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Scene Two

We are standing behind Angelo. (He is a giant cheerful and friendly athletic man. He is thirty five .His face is blond and well-formed, good-looking. There is strength and stubbornness in his expression but sometimes looks  unsettled, untamed. He thinks if he could buy a  thousand heads of goats for his father's deserted  farm in Greece, he would live like a king )

I: Here is Angelo. ( I yell.)

Barbara:Fuck Angelo. (Whispers she. Then she speaks loudly.) See you..

I: Stay with me, little  goddess.

Angelo: Barbara, wait.

Barbara: What?

Angelo: What is happening ?.

Barbara: Nothing.What  do you mean.

Angelo: Go and check the list of your materials; they have just arrived. Stop whingeing.

Barbara: Thanks. I will. Don't be harsh on Dmitri.

Angelo : Seriously, what happened?

I: Nothing, nothing.

Angelo: Look... I did not tell him to dismantle the scaffold. I swear.

I:I know  Dmitri did it by his own.

Angelo: Yes. Don't worry...just  leave it for me.No one can work in this fucking weather.

Sam:( Sam passes, He has an elegant oval visage. He is twenty-five, tall and gaunt,trying his best to keep Angelo impressed by his engineering talent and management skill   but marred by his rather gross ambition and determination . He is dressed in his smart blue jacket and jeans .)

I: Is Sam angry?"

Angelo: Not as much as the storm is.

I: Thanks. What is going on , on your side?"

Angelo: Oh , yeh, fuck. I forget.This storm is not natural.

I: Fuck, shit. What are you talking about?

 Angelo: I say it is not natural.(He halted and snapped.)  Fuck, I forgot! Do you know Romeo?

I:  Not really.

Angelo: Me either. ( He laughs) He said. 'An extreme  phenomenon of the sort is  artificial. '

I: What ? You don't know him!

Angelo: You know I him his boss.

I: I see.

Angelo:  It is very important to see him.

I: Why?

Angelo: It is about  the theory.

I: What theory, and why should we see him?

Angelo:  'Cause he is almost Illuminati. He says natural disasters no more have God's signature.

I: What?( I say and laugh surprisingly .)You just said I don't know him.

Angelo: I am serious, and I will introduce you to him .

I: But,why are you so nervous today?

Angelo:I don't know, the storm affects my nerve!  Oh, yeh...right.  Motherfucker pissed me off.

I: Who  ?The storm?

Angelo:No.  Darko!

I: DARKO? Fuck.  He is just a kid.

Angelo: But, he pissed me off.

Angelo: Hi, Sam.(Sam passes by us again.)

Sam: Angelo. Where is the work progress report.( He does not stop.)

Angelo: It is ready.

Angelo: Fuck. Look how this  kid  governs us.

I: His money does.

Angelo: Right, his father's money.

I : Ignore him now.  What did Darko say? He did not kill you, did he?

Angelo: He said you are exaggerating about history."

I: That is not a big deal.

Angelo: No, it is. For me it is."

I: Why?

Angelo: Because I am Greek, and you know how things work for me.

I: Right. But, what does he have to say about it ?

Angelo : Nothing. he just  challenged me.

I: Don't take it personal.

Angelo: I won't, but I need to have another go  with you, particularly through this fucking theory.

I: I like the those fucking  old hypocrites!

Angelo: No, no. I am serious.

I: Any time. I am ready.

Angelo: It was about Macedonia.

I: OH MY GOD.STOP IT. Darko is a Mongolian kid.

Angelo: Don't ridicule my cause.

I: Sorry,  I won't. I won't. Look at his yellow face; he is a Mongolian kid.

Angelo: Anyway.  I am taking  you to meet Romeo.

I: Seriously, who is Romeo?

Angelo: Doubtless, you  have seen him. He is the man with the shortest pant in this premises.

I:(Remembering him.)  OH. Holy Mother O' God.

Angelo: (He laughs very loudly.)He is fine , don't worry about his pant.

 The curtain Falls

Part Two

            

Scene One

Log  M Restaurant  in Kings Cross.We sit on a long row of olive couches facing our workmates  occupying a row of brown  chairs,behind  tables of the same color which  are lightened by cubic light bulbs planted  on them.

Barbara: Dmitri.  Dmitri is  drunk?.Who pays for all his shit ?

Angelo: He  won't pay, you know why, Barbara?

Barbara:No I don't.

Andreas: Sam does.

Sam: (Proudly.) Drink as much as you can.

Barbara: Dmitri stop  drinking ?

I :Drink Andreas.

Andreas: I do.”

Angelo: Stop spending your money on chicks.(Ha Ha Ha.)

Andreas: What else  have I to do? Oh, Gabriela Mi Amore.

I:  Spoil yourself, Dmitri.

Barbara: Oh, wise man, do not  corrupt the youth.

I:  He does not listen to my advise anyway.

I:  Josh, check  if Sam is  paying?You can't trust everyone these days..

Joshua:(Screams)  Mate (  He claims he is a descendant  of  Anne Boleyn's sister  .  He is twenty-seven , tall and strong .  He is  defiant, has two  blow piercing  eyes, and  has  brown hair." You are in an honest hand.

Barbara: (Smiling .) You are too, a hypocrite kid, baby.

Joshua: Fuck, I try to help.

I: That is what Hypocrite does; you are perfect.

Barbara: Josh, please.

 Joshua: What?

Barbara: Let me go.

Joshua:(With shocked eyes.) Going where?

Barbara: Let me have a go.  My announcement.My announcement.

I: Oh, yes. What are you waiting for?"

 Barbara: Well listen. (Everyone was frozen, and thinking, what kind of surprise that freak'n girl has prepared for them.)I am leaving the country very  soon.

-WHAT?-  (We shout with a loud screech)  WOW. (Everyone cheers except Joshua.)

 I: (Blowing- shocked.) Barbara, are  you serious? ( Tried then to take it easily.)

(Everyone screams again-) WOW-

I: We miss you , indeed.

(Chorus like everyone says) We miss you, indeed. (And kisses  her, and hugs  her for a long while.)

Barbara: (She sheds glittering tears.) I am overwhelmed.

“Miss you miss you miss you.”

I: Going back to school.

Barbara: Home, school. What about you Dmitri?

Dmitri: (Doesn't reply.)

I : He needs money.

Joshua: Fair enough. I understand.(Says angrily.)

Barbara: (Seriously.) No you don't.

Dmitri: (Gasps angrily .)

I: Shut up Josh.

I: Calm down, Dmitri, talk about your feeling.

Barbara: Should he, Old man? I think he is scared.

I: It is better if he  needs  to.

Joshua: We are friends no matter what . Here or there.

Barbara:(Ignoring Joshua's comment.)  I think , Dmitri  needs to talk.

Joshua: (Submissively.) Then say something, Dmitri

Dmitri: It is hard to talk. If talked I have to say.' I won't let my smart sister become a prostitute.(Silently looking at me. I can't encourage him, or support him.)

Barbara: Dmitri, Dmitri.

Dmitri: She is studying in Moscow.They say the fucking  tourists are paying well and I am so scared that I sent all my money to her, and consequently begged my father to lend me money  to help my mother in the hospital before she  died.'

Angelo and Joshua: (Screaming together.) Fuck.

Dmitri: I told him: Think about your daughter:  you used to preach  how rich men  might seduce  poor women .He said : Look , I am sorry, I was so wrong.

 Barbara " ( Cries midst our shocked eyes..) Dmitri I am sorry.

Angelo and I: What?

Barbara: I hope I could change the history.

Joshua: ( He looks at us) Bullshit, why does not he help his wife.

I:  The  bastard  had divorced her .

Andreas : Is he poor?

Dmitri: NO.No.

 Joshua: Is he  a business man? Like Sam's father.

Dmitri: NO.(He stopped talking.)

Barbara:  Dmitri speak.

Dmitri: If you are keen to listen then  let me talk; they are twelve thousand mile away from here .

Sam: We are all yours.

Dmitri: Thank you...lucky me.

Joshua: Then what are you waiting for?

Dmitri: Right... listen, all of you. In the start of the last century  my grand grandfather had built a small old style  knitting factory.”

Joshua : Where?

Dmitri: In  my city.

Dmitri: Where else...fuck?

Joshua:  Am I bad?

I :Yes you are.

Dmitri:(He yells)  Let me finish.

Joshua : Fine ...fine. You drink well.

Dmitri:  The little factory was taken by the  Bolsheviks and  transformed it to a modern factory producing fabric and mink fur.

Sam: They took it just like that?

Dmitri: Yes, Just like that.Do you you care?

Sam: Yes I do...otherwise I would not listen to you.

Dmitri: Thank you .LISTEN .

Dmitri: They  let him working in a farm out side the city for twenty two  years, however, when his son, my grandfather was wounded in the war world two they let him come back and work in the factory but he died very soon.

(We scream )Wow.

Dmitri: And later when my grandfather died my father had already became a dependable technician in the factory, and ironically  his rank in the party  was higher than his Manager's.

Barbara : What do you mean?

Dmitri :(Angrily) Ask your grandfather. It takes me ages to explain this point.

Joshua : Pass, anyway.

I:Dmitri ,Dmitri.  I understand very well.

Dmitri:  Love you old man.

Dmitri: He found accidentally  that his grandfather was related to Vladimir Ilych Lenin's father. I mean they  were ethnically from Chuvash people.

I : (I yelled) Fuck.  You are talking gibberish.

 Dmitri: Look , that was a great honor at that time.Actually he became the lord of the factory with the magical  power of the deceased man .

Sam: Was he rich?

Dmitri: Rich, poor were meaningless words at that time.But,  his giant step, after  Perestroika (перестро́йка) was to  record the factory in his name.

Sam: What?”

Dmitri: I am telling the truth.

Sam: We know...we know.

Dmitri: I am not worried about his era.

Joshua: What is your concern then?

Dmitri: The bastard divorced my mother very soon and kicked us out - and  married his young secretary.I helped my mother and struggled until  finished my study. Then started working for him in the factory until recently I got this work visa to here for one year.

Sam:  So you own a big factory.

Dmitri: Fuck. NO,  yelled Dmitri.

 Sam: I mean when he dies.

 Dmitri: Right, but he has got four boys from his new wife.

Sam: Sorry. Let me  take care of the  bills of those  who are leaving early.

I: (Cynically.) )We can pay.

Sam: No you can't, good man, I am paying for two hundred persons.

Barbara:  (Screams.) I told you, I told you, Old wise man.

Angelo: (Interferes, and yells, as he nods to me .)  Prepare to meet Romeo.

I: Is it a right time? (I mean it is not proper place to talk our private topic.)

Angelo: For God's sake, ignore  etiquette

I: ( I am urged.) Catch up latter, BB.

Barbara: Think better.Remember; no drama, no myth.

I: I will. I promise.

Angelo: Lets lose our innocence.

I: Ready. I am ready.(Following Angelo.)

Angelo: Here is Romeo.(He is  siting on the table number 12)  By the way, I think she is obsessed with Dmitri's crisis.

I: What? Who. (I was, certain he meant Barbara.)

Angelo: Never mind.

(We walk towards Romeo. His friends have already left.)

The curtain falls.

Scene Two

Angelo: Good evening  , Romeo..

Romeo:(A man of middle height neither dark nor blond; in other words he was a man with a typical Italian mild face)  Good evening  Angelo. You know him.(Angelo nods to me.)

Romeo: Oh, yeh. Hi.

I: Hi.

Angelo: Have not you drunk yet, Romeo ?

Romeo: No.No I've not. Actually, I have been thinking about Darko. He told me you  are like  twins.

Angelo: Really? Oh, yes. But , never listen to him . He is an idiot.

Romeo:  Let me confess, Angelo. From my perspective,  it is not fair to leave your friend think that he is a descendant of Sumer.

I: Good  heaven , he is talking about me, is not he?

Romeo: I am sorry I won't  say anything else about my point of view, at least now.Don't be ashamed. I, personally,  am a descendant of  Hugues de Payen, the founder  of the Templars: I mean the Order of Solomon's Temple, and I have all our  churches' evidences and documents of my blood line  .

Angelo: Wow.You are a blessed man.

Romeo: I tell you this ,because we are part of this miss.

I: Marvelous start.

Angelo: (Giving a nasty look.)We are willing to hear.We are, in fact, voluntarily some  sort of researchers.

Romeo : Angelo. it  is not about you, personally.

Angelo: (Uncertainly.)   I am  in, either way.

Romeo: Only If you both  accepted my points of view.

Angelo: What are they?

Romeo: (Proudly.)  IN THIS WORLD WE ARE APPRENTICES FOREVER.(He brushes his  long brown   hair.)  And we have to  raise  questions contentiously .

Angelo: (Looks confused.)

I: We are apprentices. otherwise we are dead.

Angelo: That is better for me.(Excitedly screams.)

Romeo : Hopefully, we are close.

Angelo: I am certain we are  on the same page, Romeo.

Romeo: Look, man.(He looks at me carefully.) the people of Sumer had left this SHIT PLANET  four thousand years ago.

I:  ( Listening to the silence and gasps in shock) What?

Angelo: What do mean? (Screams Angelo.) Where is your proof?

Romeo: You are not patient adequately .

I: Romeo.   For such a serious Hypothesis,  you need to discuss  Strong  Evidences  , don't you?

Romeo: Certainly, I do. In fact we have already passed that stage.

I: (Cynically ) COOL.

Romeo: Listen.THIS IS CRUCIAL

Angelo: (To me.) No shit.

Romeo: Evidences; listen  and prepare to the surprise.

Angelo: Good heaven.

 Romeo: Ready?(Tying to predict  our responses.) Good. Listen.We say .'Noah's Ark is absolutely not Noah's Ark".

Angelo: (He yells) Fuck. Sorry. Good Heaven. We both believe it is.

Romeo: It is a bullshit, with all due respect .

Angelo: (Laughs sardonically.) Then what is it?

Angelo: ( Silently, watches Barbara for no real reason.) I sear to God  Barbara wishes  to join us.

I:(Enthusiastically.)   Can I invite her to join us?(Pauses and gasps. ) She is interested in men's  issues .

Romeo: Barbara? NO.NO. She is not my type, man. She is  just  a little girl.

I: She is eighteen.

Romeo:( She is eighteen! It doesn't work like that, mate.  She relates pure politics directly with the THEORY, such as the Russian Revolution.

Angelo: Look, Romeo. This old man is my theory maker  and BB is my practical hands; she is young and full of blood.

Romeo: Listen .Angelo, Angelo , you are a bit noisy. I said.' No.'

Angelo: Fine, fine.We are all yours. I know this fucking theory takes a lot.

Romeo: Look Angelo I know you are honest about all these stuff, but you need some basics.

Angelo: (He yells.) Romeo.  We are on the same page.I have read all your magistrates' highlights.

Romeo: That is fine. But  to understand THE THEORY is a long way,and  not something that  can be taught by some fucking  UNI's Profs. or teachers or law makers.

Angelo: Don't miss this opportunity.This old man  will be shocking  you, everyday in a different way.

Romeo:  I won't suspect anyone's talent, just I hope you are in the right place.

Angelo: Definitely  we are.

Romeo: So... when you ready say, YES?

Angelo:  YES, YES,

Romeo: I'll not  review the classical Theory if it suits both of you.

I: Go ahead.

Romeo: Eventually, I ask, can you remember what have I  said about  Sumer?

Angelo: Have not you said.' They had left  the planet? Right.But, how? Where are the your  evidences ? I have no clue."

I:  There is none.

Romeo: HOW ABOUT NOAH'S ARK.

Angelo:  NOAH'S ARK? You said it is not Noah's Ark.

Romeo: YES. The ARK  is not Noah's. It is in fact  a Sumerian space ship. ships, or fleets. They took off and left the planet. (He speaks frankly and confidently.)

 Romeo: Ironically Tanach or in general  ' Bible' writers  made it a main issue for  Abrahamic faiths.

Angelo:( He laughs and screams randomly.)

Romeo: You breach the commitment.

Angelo: Sorry I don't  mean to. I am just excited.

I : I like you, Romeo.We are not in hurry.however, we prefer to derive some evidences; empirical evidences.

Romeo: I have my evidences, more than you expect, if you are interested  take these  CDs.  (He produces  from his bag a couple of discs and relays them to me.) Take your copy,Angelo

I: Thank you.  I believe we need a theory to justify how the precedent events work  in full swing with  the new world  order.

Romeo: Impressive. Impressive.

Angelo: I told you,Romeo.He is damn good.

Romeo: Seeking  approval is very complicated process , and any one's authenticity must be passed through the magistrates' watching eyes.

I:Any other evidences?

Romeo: Definitely. (He snaps victoriously.) Ezekiel's Vision of God.

I: Good one.

Angelo: (Yells in fear.) Enlighten me.

I: Do not panic, man.Just write down  in your diary. 'Read Book of  Ezekiel.'

Romeo : I don't stop at this point forever. Listen, these examples are for apprentices.

Angelo :(Grinning.)  Then let us be your Apprentice, master.

Romeo :  ( Grudgingly.)It depends on the  level  of your expectations.

Barbara:( Interrupting.  ) I couldn't resist my greed.

Romeo : (Grudgingly) I hope it suits both of you, guys.( And after a  short pause, he explodes .) But , it does not suit  me.

Angelo: ( Yells in shock. ) Romeo!

I: (Speechless, waiting for a breakthrough)

Romeo:(Decisively,  leaves.) By the way , we have not said anything. Right ? Have a good night.

Barbara: Fuck, what was that?

Romeo: (No response.)

Angelo: My apology.

Barbara: It is  not about you , Ange.

I: Probably, he  was not ready to show his hands.I mean to disclose his secrets.

Barbara: For God sake , don't look for excuses, in behalf of him. He is just an idiot. By the way.(She looks at me furiously.) You  are a bad hypocrite.

I: Thank you . I did not know that, but he was tense with the excitements.Actually the man can't cope with strangers, easily.

Barbara: Fuck. I am leaving . I am sure that is what you want both.

I: You are absolutely wrong. 

Barbara: (She leaves without a single word.)

Angelo: At least say, good night , BB. Lets end our night, good man.

I: Good night, Angelo.

(We leave grudgingly.)

The curtain falls

Scene Three

Four day later. On the roof of the building number one.

Angelo was cranky and screaming randomly at Kamal.

Angelo: Never happened. Never happened.

Kamal: Angelo, make it clearer.( (Kamal  is stunned. His face is  dark and calm ; it is  a blend  of the Indian descendant and oceanic blood . He is twenty-seven , tall and strong. His carriage reminds one of the men who suddenly  pop up  from the depth and obscurity of the oceans.)

Angelo: It is clear. Only,  get the job done, we won't stay here forever.

Kamal:  (He looks at me.) Am I the only one here?

Angelo: Fuck, man, I know what I am talking about.

I: Angelo.

Angelo: I am not taking orders from anyone.

I: (Nervously I try to leave the roof.)

Angelo: (He is angry.) I do not say leave.

I: (Cynically ) Bad choice.

Angelo: Dmitri will be helping you, Kamal. 

Kamal: ( He doesn't respond  .)

I:( I am close to the door, and ready to leave the  roof.) Angelo, you are wasting  my time.

Angelo: (Frowning and grabbing my arm  .)  I am happy with that, old man.

(We  are now  standing close to the door. )

I:By the way.  Romeo was rude with BB.

Angelo: (Confusedly )Right. But,guess what?

I: What?

Angelo: According  to Sam,   Romeo  is not coming anymore.He has quit.

I : Are you serious?

Angelo:YES. And that is why I am cranky these days.

I: (Bragging ) At least I can say now. 'He is not free.'

Angelo:  You reckon?By the way, have you watched his CD?

I: yes.

Angelo: What was it about?

I: It is a long story.It starts with some recent catastrophes and many unsolved historical mysteries.

Angelo: Marvelous  ( And he leaves the roof.)

 I: (I follow him meekly.)

The Curtain falls.

Scene  Four

Next day.  I am testing  carbon monoxide sensors in the lower cellar . Angelo and Barbara are rushing down the ramp. Barbara's eyes  boldly  glare with hard, defiant looks.

Barbara: Hey. (  She  looks with a queer smile  .) Stop, fuck , listen.You know nothing.

Angelo: (Laughing aloud.) 

I:  (No longer doubting myself.)Let me  guess... I guess.

Angelo:    No, No. (Irresponsibly .)

Barbara:  Angelo.(Seriously.) It is not funny.

Angelo: BB, stop.

Barbara: Who told you to call me BB?

Angelo: Your friend.

Barbara: (Looks at me with eyes full of  fire.)

I:  What are you  waiting for?

Angelo: (Quietly)  It is about Romeo.

I: What is wrong about him?

Angelo: ( Angrily.) Sam has lied about Romeo.

Barbara: (Defiantly.)No, he has n't. He does not know the details.(She struggles to find her words.)Actually Police questioned him about the last  moments you spent with him. .

Angelo: Oh, God.  What do you call it then?

I: Damn ye. You can't beat those magistrates.

Angelo: Romeo? Man, he is missing.

I:(Terrified. and seriously looking at him  )

Angelo: ( Restlessly , waiting for my verbal  response.)

I: Are you  serious?

Angelo: Definitely, yes.

 I: It is a great disaster,indeed.

Angelo:What ?( Screams to  deny our involvement.)  I don't understand what do you mean.

I: We are the last ones who met him and are  the strangest combination of men and women here.

Angelo: (He is stunned.) No one listens to such bullshits..

Barbara: You both are crazy.I heard the news first,and  there is nothing to fear of.

Angelo: BB, I am not expecting from you more than that.

Barbara:(Angrily.) Fuck. Don't call me BB.What did I said?

Angelo:Fine , Barbara.

I: There is a man MISSING.

Angelo: Is there a way to help him.

I: I am thinking .

Joshua: (Breathlessly  rushing down the ramp, looking for  Barbara.)

Barbara: Josh!

Joshua: Police is here, they mentioned your name.

Barbara: My name (She looks shocked .)He was not even  nice to me?

I: Look! Don't talk too much. The worse case scenario is .

Angelo :(Interrupting me.) Don't scare her.

I: I won't.BB, tell  them exactly  what happened, briefly.

Angelo:Then,  they  interrogate us.

I: Definitely they will.

Angelo: Fuck. I remember nothing.I was drunk.

I : Right, but it is abut our physical presence  there WITH HIM.

Angelo:  I am sure there was no tension between us.Definitely we were watched through their fucking  cctv eyes.

I: We are lucky.

Angelo: We did not talk, did we?

I: Good heaven,  we did.

Angelo: Fuck.

I: Angelo, look , we have no problem with police.

Angelo: You  reckon?

I: I am certain. But.

Angelo: What do mean by your 'But'?

I:  I am scared of a third party.

Angelo:Fuck, I am not ready for that.

Barbara: (She has n't recovered from her shock.) Angelo I am going to meet them.

Joshua: They have n't called you yet..

Angelo: Right. It is better to do your job.Josh take care of her.

I: Barbara, we won't let you down.

Barbara: Thanks. You know where to find me.(She leaves with Joshua.)

Angelo: What the hell are you talking about?

I: (Silently looking at him.)

Angelo:Fucking third what?

I: Third Party. Man, listen, if Romeo was not a delusional, someone has an interest in his disappearance.

Angelo: Wait, wait wait.You mean it, you mean it, fuck. (He screams) UNDERSTOOD

I:  Then, explain it please.

Angelo: You mean, , he has been punished for disclosing their secrets.

I: Exactly.So.(I push to calm him down.)We wait.

Angelo: We wait.(He walks away with a loud laughter.)

I: ( I stay alone thinking and working silently.)

The curtain falls

Scene Five

 Three police officers are  interviewing Barbara in the Sam's office.

Matt: Barbara.( A middle aged man with  florid complexion and  two prominent plump cheeks and cold eyes. He introduces himself and his companions to Barbara. ) We ask you only one question. Please answer us precisely.

Barbara: (Responds listlessly." Yes, sir." 

 Matt: (He consults the other two officers for a very short time.) It is a stress free conversation.

Barbara :(Interrupting him.)  I am ready, sir.

Matt: First of all, prior to the moment you interrupted them, you have nothing to worry about.

My colleague.(He nods to his companion on his right hand side , and reassure his name.)  Officer Albert, will  officially asks you his  question please kindly make your answer as briefly as you can.

Barbara:  Yes, sir.

Albert: (  ) Obviously, you are aware what  all this is about,  and for the momentum of the case , there are three officers dedicated to the investigation

Barbara: Yes, sir.

Albert: (He gestures to the female officer.) Officer Flora, are you recording?

Flora: Yes, I definitely, am

Albert: Then,Barbara, listen carefully: When you approached your friends  Romeo gave them a big frown of disapproving  and left the table  immediately.(He cleaned his throat, snoring, strangely.) The crucial question is: what happened henceforth ? 

Barbara:(Hesitantly, she  stammers , but gradually regains her confidence.) As, as,  as an excuse for  my intrusion. ( She stops for a while.) I said. I said. 'I couldn't resist my greed.' In his response grudgingly, Romeo told his companions. 'I hope it suits you, guys.  But it does not suit me.' Then he left  immediately.

Matt: Correct !

Barbara: (She is stunned. She yells.) Correct? Exactly . What do mean?

I have nothing else to say, sir.You knew it...you knew it.

Matt: Barbara, we know ...we know. Thank you for your help. Let me say.'You can go .'

Barbara:(Dazzled. But, hailed.) Really ? Anyway, thank you.

Matt: You're welcome.

Barbara: (Overwhelmingly , walking  out alone. But suddenly  hears a shout.)

Matt: Barbara. We won't interview your friends.

Barbara: (Cynically, shouted out side the office.) I know.

The three police officers look at each other without saying  a single word.

The curtain  falls.

Scene six

The cellar. I am testing the equipment.

Barbara: (She is coming out from the lift's cabinet , and shouts. ) I'm done.I: ( I am surprised.) BB, what happened.

Barbara: They interviewed me.It was  about a crime, isn't it?

I: (Nervously.) No shit. You ask me?

Barbara:( She is shrinking in side her skin.)  I am scared.

I: ( Silently showing my respect to her feeling.)

Barbara: They verbally  displayed the scene and focused on the last moments when I came close to your table and said. 'I couldn't resist my greed.'

I: (With encouraging mood,) Excellent.

Barbara: (Strangely shouting.) He's gone. Romeo's gone.

I: ( Uncertain what to say.) Take it easy, baby.

Barbara: ( Shouts Loudly.) Fuck, I am worried about you.

I: What?

Barbara: Listen, one of the officers  said. 'We won't interview your friends.'

Why did he say that?Think with me.

I: ( In shock.) It is a big blow.( Thinking massively.) Wait a minute ...wait a minute.

Probably,they take advantages of your  mistakes .

Barbara: I haven't done any.

I: Listen , we have to warn Angelo immediately.

Barbara: I am the one who supposed to do that.

I:(Seriously.) Then,  what are you waiting for?Besides, let me think  without disturbances. 

Barbara: (She leave silently , but shouts before she disappear .)Coming back.

I: ( Staying in my place and thinking loudly.) Romeo!What were you hiding ?( Trying my best to focus on my job.)Someone has to find out, but we are just a bunch of stray boys.

Angelo: ( He appears suddenly.)

I: Any news?

Angelo :( Laughing loudly.) The whole story is just  bullshit.They have  left  without  asking us a sing question.

 I: Right, but the investigation is going on.Besides.(Angelo makes noises.) Listen, there is a man missing right now, and we are definitely involved in the police's point of view, and in those unknown agents'.

Angelo: Stop, stop.

I: Fuck.  Magistrate!  Magistrate.(Shrieking.) Angelo

Angelo: And specifically.' The magistrates' watching eyes.'  But what the fuck are you on about?

I: It means Romeo ,somehow,  relates to those unknown devils.

Angelo: Go ahead.

I: (With sardonic look.)Go ahead?

  Do you know how long it took me to say that?

Angelo: I have no idea, just tell me what to do.

I: Thank you, Ange. I am taking  Dmitri to  Log  M Restaurant. He knows one of the  waitress there. We have to watch the whole scene with our own eyes

Angelo: What for?

I: To catch the thread of the crime.

Angelo: Crime?

I:(Exaggerating.) Corpse atop corpse

Angelo:How can I help?

I: Keep Sam under control.

 

Angelo: I can't promise,  Motherfucker is volunteering-ly  trying to remind  the police as if the crime happened here.

I: Then do nothing.

Angelo: I'll  cover for you and Dmitri , anyway.(He steps away to leave. He changes his mind soon.) Let me call Dmitri.(He talks on his mobile phone)Dmitri , Dmitri.

I: My appreciation.

Angelo: Dmitri is coming...this is your idea not mine. 

 I: Right.

Angelo: He says the storm has erupted.

I: Can't hear anything.

Angelo: I know...I know ... Let me have a look. Probably, it calls for another victim. 

I: Is it  a natural storm ?

Angelo: Fuck, how do I know?

I: Well, you know him better than me.

Angelo: Don't mention his name.

I:Fine.No one is here.( I am silenced.)

Angelo: Who knows?Were not we alone?

I:  Right.(Disappointed.)

(We are silently waiting for Dmitri.)  

The curtain falls.

  ****

Part Three

Scene One

Dmitri: ( Suddenly, appears with his tallness and the Russian's touch.)Angelo, here I am .

Angelo: Thank you for  your coming. Dmitri, listen.  On contrary  to  your  expectation, I am asking you to do me a favor.(He looks at me hesitantly.) It is serious.

Dmitri: What is it?

Angelo: Do you know any one in the Log  M Restaurant ?

Dmitri: (He is excited.)  Why ? In fact yes I do.

Angelo: Marvelous. Man,  we need your help for a risky mission.

Dmitri: Me.

I: Angelo, it is not a mission. 

Angelo: What is it then?

I : Look Dmitri. You know Romeo has recently disappeared.

Dmitri:Yes I do.

I: You remember the event in the  restaurant  .

Dmitri: Yes I do.

I: Your girlfriend is working in the  place.

Dmitri: I have no girlfriend.

Angelo: Fuck , don't deny it... you are our only hope.

Dmitri: What are you talking about?

I: Listen  , Dmitri. The truth is we need to know what happened to Romeo.

Dmitri: I don't know how to help.

I: Right. Your friend can help.

Dmitri: Show me how.

Angelo: Just introduce us to her.

Dmitri : What?  I can't .I won't. Don't push me.

I: No one pushes you.

Dmitri: No, he does.

I: Well, what about another night?

Dmitri: I won't ask her for anything.

I: You don't need to.We will create a situation.

Dmitri: I won't let you use her.

Angelo: (Angrily)  Dmitri,  just leave.Forget it, we were wrong.

Dmitri: (Defiantly.) Fine, I will be living , but I am worried for not being understood.

I:Wait  a second, wait a second.(Gesture to  Angelo.) You  shut up.Dmitri, you said. ' I am worried for not being understood.' What do you mean,?

Dmitri: Look, I don't mind to help, but not the way you suggested.

I: Well,if you are serious please enlighten us.

Dmitri: Let us work it out without involving  the poor girl in our mess.   

Angelo: (Yells) How?

Dmitri : Specifically , tell me what do you need?

(It is a great blow.Dmitri shows more signs of enthusiasm .)

I: Everything happened at the   night of the event  during  the period between five o'clock to ten o'clock.

Dmitri: (Thinking and  raking  his hair with his long fingers.)  Done! But don't ask me questions.

I: Deal. Man, It's for Romeo.

Dmitri: For Romeo. 

Angelo: But, how does it work?

Dmitri: I said don't ask  me questions.

Angelo: In this case, it is better to restructure the question.(He gestures to me.) What are we supposed to to do?

I: ( Trying to shut him out  before Dmitri interrupts him.)

Dmitri: Nothing. Nothing. Just wait for me.

(Dmitri leaves.)

Angelo: Should we trust him?

I: We have  no choice.

Angelo: The time is up.(He laughs  loudly and slowly walks away.)

I: (Yelling) Have a good weekend Ange.

Angelo: You too. The kids are waiting for you.

I: Right.( I walk meekly after him some steps and stop.) I like to be with them  these moments. Probably they are ready to go clubbing .

Angelo: Oh,  yeh, doubtless. ( Laughing  and disappearing  behind the new piles of tiles.)

The curtain falls.

Scene Tow

(Log  M Restaurant  in Kings Cross. Romeo is sitting with two strange men )

Romeo: (Silently looking at the north-corner of the  restaurant.)That is all what I could think of.

Man I: Mr. Maserati!

Romeo: Call me Romeo, sir,

Man I: Well, Romeo, lets be more specific.I see

Kay Hassan

Part One

Scene One

 Interior of the  unaccomplished complex in  Rushcutters Bay in Sydney .  It is  of a day in the middle of  Autumn .The storm hits the city.  Normal life is on hold in the city. Driving through the  wild storm is a catastrophe -Radio says thousands of houses are without power

Cars are flattened under the falling trees - Roofs are ripped .Streets are flooded like the ancient rivers. Giant waves are hitting our shores - Buildings are shaking. Houses are washed away

A Vietnam veteran's died - Hunter river is the wildest. Thousands of volunteers are rushing into those suburbs to help people: they are real heroes. The huge cellar of the complex is quite compared with spaces between the buildings  but the sky above the roofs was furious by contrast.

Barbara :  Ich nenne Architektur gefrorene Musik. ( (Her blue glittering  eyes stare at me.  She is eighteen  tall and well built with a  beautiful  good-looking face  with expression  of superiority .She is not the only woman in the mega construction site but her presence is so dominating that we rarely feel the others' touches .   Her eyes remind  me of  the beautiful spark of God ; solemn and sublime. She has a  short blonde color- hair hardly touches her  reversible high visibility vest over her overall jeans . I am  a descendant of a illegitimate son of Saladin  ,not that tall , actually  has been  built on weaker and modest model,has dark eyes and grey hair and  dressed rough clothes. And  we are both wearing armored boots and hats.)

The main gate is flattened and the exit ramp is flooded.  Angelo. (A giant  athletic man)  is the Site Manager, he walks towards the gate  and stands watching the chaos. He puts his hands in his pocket  and wildly  yells  at the sky ." Fuck."

Barbara and I are watching him from the circular  lobby of  the building number five . She turns her eyes and stares stunningly  at the first building.

Barbara: Look.

I: What?He said fuck.

Barbara: I say, look.

I: I see Angelo.

Barbara:Look at the building. I say : Ich nenne Architektur gefrorene Musik.

I : Not in this  storm, sweety..

Barbara:  LOOK. (Screams she and nods to the first buildings facade in the rain.) It is frozen under the storm.

I:Perhaps , sometime.

Barbara: It is always, It is always. You are not perfect too.

I:Shredded...shredded.I know how the storm has changed your mood.

Barbara : What? Fuck  I am used to a worse weather.

I : I am not ridiculing your experience, but say that in the right time.

Barbara: When is the  right time coming?

I : When  I am  done.

Barbara : We  are talking about continuous concept.

I: Marvelous.

Barbara: What is marvelous?"

I:  Continuous concept."

Andreas :(He  comes closer with his bare chest. ) Why everyone thinks Barbara is smart? (Andreas is little and thin, speaks with Hispanic accent, and  is obsessed with tracing back his Spanish ancestors."    Barbara: Andreas. You  shut up.

I:  Right .You shut up  Andrew.

Andreas: I  say why?.

I: Because she is from Goethe's country, (Eventually Andreas  leaves.)

Barbara:  You fucking old man,.

I: What makes you so angry, little goddess?

Barbara:You!

I: ME? What are you looking at ?

 Barbara:I am looking at your wild look.

I:What is wrong with my wild look?

Barbara:How could  you dismiss Dmitri so cruelly ?

I: Dismiss? No ...no. I have no authority to do that.

Barbara: Tell me the truth.

I:  He just  was not great yesterday..

Barbara: Honestly , what happened?

I: He dismantled the scaffold before even I ran the cables for the surveillance cameras?

Barbara: I guess. Probably  someone told him to.Imagine  what would happen in this storm  if he did not.

I: Nothing.

Barbara: Who knows?

 However, it is better to say.'It is not the end of the world.'

I: Right, he only needed to ask someone.

Barbara: Definitely, Angelo knows, doesn't he?

I: No.he doesn't know.

Barbara:This building is ugly, compared with the first one.

I: Don't challenge me. There is no difference.

Barbara:I can  feel its music.

I:There is no difference.

Barbara: Perhaps for you.  I have better eyes.

I: Look. It is a complex of a billion Dollar budget, they won't make such  a big mistake.

Barbara: There is no WOW.Don't escape my question.

I:  Look BB, I promised  Sam, but he fucked my plan .

 Barbara: Fuck Sam. Instead of getting supplied with materials for north side windows, he yells at me for not having worked on the  west side windows.

I: You may fuck him, but I can't .

Barbara: I dare to fuck him now.

I: He is a good guy. He is Jewish.

Barbara:    I am Jewish  too.

I :I know.

Barbara: And a very far relative to Karl Marx , you know him, do not  you?

I: Good Heaven! That is impossible- Frau M.

Barbara:I’m either way German.

I: Terrific, I am shocked.

Barbara:Am I telling a lot about myself.

I:I am honored, tell me  what ever you like.

  Barbara: Oh, dear. Old man, you are adorable. You can't do bad things.

I: What? I am evil too.

Barbara:NO, no. There is  only Dmitri. Dmitri.(The wind does not  let up .)

 I: ( With indifferent response.)  Fuck, what?

 Barbara:  I say Dmitri.

I:  Dmitri! what is good about Dmitri.

 Barbara:Look. We have to make a deal.

I: He does not let us deal with him. Actually he pissed me off.

Barbara:You are friends.

I:We were sort of.

Barbara:Fuck. Listen ,I feel responsibility  for what happened to Dmitri's  family.

I: What ?  Are you crazy. You are from Treves in Germany  and he is from Astrakhan on Caspian sea.

Barbara:That is the point."

I: Bullshit.

Barbara:Well. Listen to his story.

I: What story?

Barbara:The one I know.

I:  What else.

Barbara:I am a woman, have a feeling .

I : I see.

Barbara:Fuck, don't go too far.

I: I Won't.  I know he does not speak to me anyway, at least today.

Barbara: Do not be silly.Easter is coming. We will be having  a huge party.

I: Right. But I am not coming.

Barbara: No, you are coming.

I: No, I am not  coming.

Barbara: I say, yes, you are coming. I have an announcement.

I: Personal announcement?”

Barbara: Absolutely.

I: Lets talk to Angelo.(I walk out through the glass door  of the circular lobby.)

Barbara:(Grudgingly.) Hmm( She  follows  me.)

(The Curtain Falls)

................................................................................

Scene Two

We are standing behind Angelo. (He is a giant cheerful and friendly athletic man. He is thirty five .His face is blond and well-formed, good-looking. There is strength and stubbornness in his expression but sometimes looks  unsettled, untamed. He thinks if he could buy a  thousand heads of goats for his father's deserted  farm in Greece, he would live like a king )

I: Here is Angelo. ( I yell.)

Barbara:Fuck Angelo. (Whispers she. Then she speaks loudly.) See you..

I: Stay with me, little  goddess.

Angelo: Barbara, wait.

Barbara: What?

Angelo: What is happening ?.

Barbara: Nothing.What  do you mean.

Angelo: Go and check the list of your materials; they have just arrived. Stop whingeing.

Barbara: Thanks. I will. Don't be harsh on Dmitri.

Angelo : Seriously, what happened?

I: Nothing, nothing.

Angelo: Look... I did not tell him to dismantle the scaffold. I swear.

I:I know  Dmitri did it by his own.

Angelo: Yes. Don't worry...just  leave it for me.No one can work in this fucking weather.

Sam:( Sam passes, He has an elegant oval visage. He is twenty-five, tall and gaunt,trying his best to keep Angelo impressed by his engineering talent and management skill   but marred by his rather gross ambition and determination . He is dressed in his smart blue jacket and jeans .)

I: Is Sam angry?"

Angelo: Not as much as the storm is.

I: Thanks. What is going on , on your side?"

Angelo: Oh , yeh, fuck. I forget.This storm is not natural.

I: Fuck, shit. What are you talking about?

 Angelo: I say it is not natural.(He halted and snapped.)  Fuck, I forgot! Do you know Romeo?

I:  Not really.

Angelo: Me either. ( He laughs) He said. 'An extreme  phenomenon of the sort is  artificial. '

I: What ? You don't know him!

Angelo: You know I him his boss.

I: I see.

Angelo:  It is very important to see him.

I: Why?

Angelo: It is about  the theory.

I: What theory, and why should we see him?

Angelo:  'Cause he is almost Illuminati. He says natural disasters no more have God's signature.

I: What?( I say and laugh surprisingly .)You just said I don't know him.

Angelo: I am serious, and I will introduce you to him .

I: But,why are you so nervous today?

Angelo:I don't know, the storm affects my nerve!  Oh, yeh...right.  Motherfucker pissed me off.

I: Who  ?The storm?

Angelo:No.  Darko!

I: DARKO? Fuck.  He is just a kid.

Angelo: But, he pissed me off.

Angelo: Hi, Sam.(Sam passes by us again.)

Sam: Angelo. Where is the work progress report.( He does not stop.)

Angelo: It is ready.

Angelo: Fuck. Look how this  kid  governs us.

I: His money does.

Angelo: Right, his father's money.

I : Ignore him now.  What did Darko say? He did not kill you, did he?

Angelo: He said you are exaggerating about history."

I: That is not a big deal.

Angelo: No, it is. For me it is."

I: Why?

Angelo: Because I am Greek, and you know how things work for me.

I: Right. But, what does he have to say about it ?

Angelo : Nothing. he just  challenged me.

I: Don't take it personal.

Angelo: I won't, but I need to have another go  with you, particularly through this fucking theory.

I: I like the those fucking  old hypocrites!

Angelo: No, no. I am serious.

I: Any time. I am ready.

Angelo: It was about Macedonia.

I: OH MY GOD.STOP IT. Darko is a Mongolian kid.

Angelo: Don't ridicule my cause.

I: Sorry,  I won't. I won't. Look at his yellow face; he is a Mongolian kid.

Angelo: Anyway.  I am taking  you to meet Romeo.

I: Seriously, who is Romeo?

Angelo: Doubtless, you  have seen him. He is the man with the shortest pant in this premises.

I:(Remembering him.)  OH. Holy Mother O' God.

Angelo: (He laughs very loudly.)He is fine , don't worry about his pant.

 The curtain Falls

Part Two

            

Scene One

Log  M Restaurant  in Kings Cross.We sit on a long row of olive couches facing our workmates  occupying a row of brown  chairs,behind  tables of the same color which  are lightened by cubic light bulbs planted  on them.

Barbara: Dmitri.  Dmitri is  drunk?.Who pays for all his shit ?

Angelo: He  won't pay, you know why, Barbara?

Barbara:No I don't.

Andreas: Sam does.

Sam: (Proudly.) Drink as much as you can.

Barbara: Dmitri stop  drinking ?

I :Drink Andreas.

Andreas: I do.”

Angelo: Stop spending your money on chicks.(Ha Ha Ha.)

Andreas: What else  have I to do? Oh, Gabriela Mi Amore.

I:  Spoil yourself, Dmitri.

Barbara: Oh, wise man, do not  corrupt the youth.

I:  He does not listen to my advise anyway.

I:  Josh, check  if Sam is  paying?You can't trust everyone these days..

Joshua:(Screams)  Mate (  He claims he is a descendant  of  Anne Boleyn's sister  .  He is twenty-seven , tall and strong .  He is  defiant, has two  blow piercing  eyes, and  has  brown hair." You are in an honest hand.

Barbara: (Smiling .) You are too, a hypocrite kid, baby.

Joshua: Fuck, I try to help.

I: That is what Hypocrite does; you are perfect.

Barbara: Josh, please.

 Joshua: What?

Barbara: Let me go.

Joshua:(With shocked eyes.) Going where?

Barbara: Let me have a go.  My announcement.My announcement.

I: Oh, yes. What are you waiting for?"

 Barbara: Well listen. (Everyone was frozen, and thinking, what kind of surprise that freak'n girl has prepared for them.)I am leaving the country very  soon.

-WHAT?-  (We shout with a loud screech)  WOW. (Everyone cheers except Joshua.)

 I: (Blowing- shocked.) Barbara, are  you serious? ( Tried then to take it easily.)

(Everyone screams again-) WOW-

I: We miss you , indeed.

(Chorus like everyone says) We miss you, indeed. (And kisses  her, and hugs  her for a long while.)

Barbara: (She sheds glittering tears.) I am overwhelmed.

“Miss you miss you miss you.”

I: Going back to school.

Barbara: Home, school. What about you Dmitri?

Dmitri: (Doesn't reply.)

I : He needs money.

Joshua: Fair enough. I understand.(Says angrily.)

Barbara: (Seriously.) No you don't.

Dmitri: (Gasps angrily .)

I: Shut up Josh.

I: Calm down, Dmitri, talk about your feeling.

Barbara: Should he, Old man? I think he is scared.

I: It is better if he  needs  to.

Joshua: We are friends no matter what . Here or there.

Barbara:(Ignoring Joshua's comment.)  I think , Dmitri  needs to talk.

Joshua: (Submissively.) Then say something, Dmitri

Dmitri: It is hard to talk. If talked I have to say.' I won't let my smart sister become a prostitute.(Silently looking at me. I can't encourage him, or support him.)

Barbara: Dmitri, Dmitri.

Dmitri: She is studying in Moscow.They say the fucking  tourists are paying well and I am so scared that I sent all my money to her, and consequently begged my father to lend me money  to help my mother in the hospital before she  died.'

Angelo and Joshua: (Screaming together.) Fuck.

Dmitri: I told him: Think about your daughter:  you used to preach  how rich men  might seduce  poor women .He said : Look , I am sorry, I was so wrong.

 Barbara " ( Cries midst our shocked eyes..) Dmitri I am sorry.

Angelo and I: What?

Barbara: I hope I could change the history.

Joshua: ( He looks at us) Bullshit, why does not he help his wife.

I:  The  bastard  had divorced her .

Andreas : Is he poor?

Dmitri: NO.No.

 Joshua: Is he  a business man? Like Sam's father.

Dmitri: NO.(He stopped talking.)

Barbara:  Dmitri speak.

Dmitri: If you are keen to listen then  let me talk; they are twelve thousand mile away from here .

Sam: We are all yours.

Dmitri: Thank you...lucky me.

Joshua: Then what are you waiting for?

Dmitri: Right... listen, all of you. In the start of the last century  my grand grandfather had built a small old style  knitting factory.”

Joshua : Where?

Dmitri: In  my city.

Dmitri: Where else...fuck?

Joshua:  Am I bad?

I :Yes you are.

Dmitri:(He yells)  Let me finish.

Joshua : Fine ...fine. You drink well.

Dmitri:  The little factory was taken by the  Bolsheviks and  transformed it to a modern factory producing fabric and mink fur.

Sam: They took it just like that?

Dmitri: Yes, Just like that.Do you you care?

Sam: Yes I do...otherwise I would not listen to you.

Dmitri: Thank you .LISTEN .

Dmitri: They  let him working in a farm out side the city for twenty two  years, however, when his son, my grandfather was wounded in the war world two they let him come back and work in the factory but he died very soon.

(We scream )Wow.

Dmitri: And later when my grandfather died my father had already became a dependable technician in the factory, and ironically  his rank in the party  was higher than his Manager's.

Barbara : What do you mean?

Dmitri :(Angrily) Ask your grandfather. It takes me ages to explain this point.

Joshua : Pass, anyway.

I:Dmitri ,Dmitri.  I understand very well.

Dmitri:  Love you old man.

Dmitri: He found accidentally  that his grandfather was related to Vladimir Ilych Lenin's father. I mean they  were ethnically from Chuvash people.

I : (I yelled) Fuck.  You are talking gibberish.

 Dmitri: Look , that was a great honor at that time.Actually he became the lord of the factory with the magical  power of the deceased man .

Sam: Was he rich?

Dmitri: Rich, poor were meaningless words at that time.But,  his giant step, after  Perestroika (перестро́йка) was to  record the factory in his name.

Sam: What?”

Dmitri: I am telling the truth.

Sam: We know...we know.

Dmitri: I am not worried about his era.

Joshua: What is your concern then?

Dmitri: The bastard divorced my mother very soon and kicked us out - and  married his young secretary.I helped my mother and struggled until  finished my study. Then started working for him in the factory until recently I got this work visa to here for one year.

Sam:  So you own a big factory.

Dmitri: Fuck. NO,  yelled Dmitri.

 Sam: I mean when he dies.

 Dmitri: Right, but he has got four boys from his new wife.

Sam: Sorry. Let me  take care of the  bills of those  who are leaving early.

I: (Cynically.) )We can pay.

Sam: No you can't, good man, I am paying for two hundred persons.

Barbara:  (Screams.) I told you, I told you, Old wise man.

Angelo: (Interferes, and yells, as he nods to me .)  Prepare to meet Romeo.

I: Is it a right time? (I mean it is not proper place to talk our private topic.)

Angelo: For God's sake, ignore  etiquette

I: ( I am urged.) Catch up latter, BB.

Barbara: Think better.Remember; no drama, no myth.

I: I will. I promise.

Angelo: Lets lose our innocence.

I: Ready. I am ready.(Following Angelo.)

Angelo: Here is Romeo.(He is  siting on the table number 12)  By the way, I think she is obsessed with Dmitri's crisis.

I: What? Who. (I was, certain he meant Barbara.)

Angelo: Never mind.

(We walk towards Romeo. His friends have already left.)

The curtain falls.

Scene Two

Angelo: Good evening  , Romeo..

Romeo:(A man of middle height neither dark nor blond; in other words he was a man with a typical Italian mild face)  Good evening  Angelo. You know him.(Angelo nods to me.)

Romeo: Oh, yeh. Hi.

I: Hi.

Angelo: Have not you drunk yet, Romeo ?

Romeo: No.No I've not. Actually, I have been thinking about Darko. He told me you  are like  twins.

Angelo: Really? Oh, yes. But , never listen to him . He is an idiot.

Romeo:  Let me confess, Angelo. From my perspective,  it is not fair to leave your friend think that he is a descendant of Sumer.

I: Good  heaven , he is talking about me, is not he?

Romeo: I am sorry I won't  say anything else about my point of view, at least now.Don't be ashamed. I, personally,  am a descendant of  Hugues de Payen, the founder  of the Templars: I mean the Order of Solomon's Temple, and I have all our  churches' evidences and documents of my blood line  .

Angelo: Wow.You are a blessed man.

Romeo: I tell you this ,because we are part of this miss.

I: Marvelous start.

Angelo: (Giving a nasty look.)We are willing to hear.We are, in fact, voluntarily some  sort of researchers.

Romeo : Angelo. it  is not about you, personally.

Angelo: (Uncertainly.)   I am  in, either way.

Romeo: Only If you both  accepted my points of view.

Angelo: What are they?

Romeo: (Proudly.)  IN THIS WORLD WE ARE APPRENTICES FOREVER.(He brushes his  long brown   hair.)  And we have to  raise  questions contentiously .

Angelo: (Looks confused.)

I: We are apprentices. otherwise we are dead.

Angelo: That is better for me.(Excitedly screams.)

Romeo : Hopefully, we are close.

Angelo: I am certain we are  on the same page, Romeo.

Romeo: Look, man.(He looks at me carefully.) the people of Sumer had left this SHIT PLANET  four thousand years ago.

I:  ( Listening to the silence and gasps in shock) What?

Angelo: What do mean? (Screams Angelo.) Where is your proof?

Romeo: You are not patient adequately .

I: Romeo.   For such a serious Hypothesis,  you need to discuss  Strong  Evidences  , don't you?

Romeo: Certainly, I do. In fact we have already passed that stage.

I: (Cynically ) COOL.

Romeo: Listen.THIS IS CRUCIAL

Angelo: (To me.) No shit.

Romeo: Evidences; listen  and prepare to the surprise.

Angelo: Good heaven.

 Romeo: Ready?(Tying to predict  our responses.) Good. Listen.We say .'Noah's Ark is absolutely not Noah's Ark".

Angelo: (He yells) Fuck. Sorry. Good Heaven. We both believe it is.

Romeo: It is a bullshit, with all due respect .

Angelo: (Laughs sardonically.) Then what is it?

Angelo: ( Silently, watches Barbara for no real reason.) I sear to God  Barbara wishes  to join us.

I:(Enthusiastically.)   Can I invite her to join us?(Pauses and gasps. ) She is interested in men's  issues .

Romeo: Barbara? NO.NO. She is not my type, man. She is  just  a little girl.

I: She is eighteen.

Romeo:( She is eighteen! It doesn't work like that, mate.  She relates pure politics directly with the THEORY, such as the Russian Revolution.

Angelo: Look, Romeo. This old man is my theory maker  and BB is my practical hands; she is young and full of blood.

Romeo: Listen .Angelo, Angelo , you are a bit noisy. I said.' No.'

Angelo: Fine, fine.We are all yours. I know this fucking theory takes a lot.

Romeo: Look Angelo I know you are honest about all these stuff, but you need some basics.

Angelo: (He yells.) Romeo.  We are on the same page.I have read all your magistrates' highlights.

Romeo: That is fine. But  to understand THE THEORY is a long way,and  not something that  can be taught by some fucking  UNI's Profs. or teachers or law makers.

Angelo: Don't miss this opportunity.This old man  will be shocking  you, everyday in a different way.

Romeo:  I won't suspect anyone's talent, just I hope you are in the right place.

Angelo: Definitely  we are.

Romeo: So... when you ready say, YES?

Angelo:  YES, YES,

Romeo: I'll not  review the classical Theory if it suits both of you.

I: Go ahead.

Romeo: Eventually, I ask, can you remember what have I  said about  Sumer?

Angelo: Have not you said.' They had left  the planet? Right.But, how? Where are the your  evidences ? I have no clue."

I:  There is none.

Romeo: HOW ABOUT NOAH'S ARK.

Angelo:  NOAH'S ARK? You said it is not Noah's Ark.

Romeo: YES. The ARK  is not Noah's. It is in fact  a Sumerian space ship. ships, or fleets. They took off and left the planet. (He speaks frankly and confidently.)

 Romeo: Ironically Tanach or in general  ' Bible' writers  made it a main issue for  Abrahamic faiths.

Angelo:( He laughs and screams randomly.)

Romeo: You breach the commitment.

Angelo: Sorry I don't  mean to. I am just excited.

I : I like you, Romeo.We are not in hurry.however, we prefer to derive some evidences; empirical evidences.

Romeo: I have my evidences, more than you expect, if you are interested  take these  CDs.  (He produces  from his bag a couple of discs and relays them to me.) Take your copy,Angelo

I: Thank you.  I believe we need a theory to justify how the precedent events work  in full swing with  the new world  order.

Romeo: Impressive. Impressive.

Angelo: I told you,Romeo.He is damn good.

Romeo: Seeking  approval is very complicated process , and any one's authenticity must be passed through the magistrates' watching eyes.

I:Any other evidences?

Romeo: Definitely. (He snaps victoriously.) Ezekiel's Vision of God.

I: Good one.

Angelo: (Yells in fear.) Enlighten me.

I: Do not panic, man.Just write down  in your diary. 'Read Book of  Ezekiel.'

Romeo : I don't stop at this point forever. Listen, these examples are for apprentices.

Angelo :(Grinning.)  Then let us be your Apprentice, master.

Romeo :  ( Grudgingly.)It depends on the  level  of your expectations.

Barbara:( Interrupting.  ) I couldn't resist my greed.

Romeo : (Grudgingly) I hope it suits both of you, guys.( And after a  short pause, he explodes .) But , it does not suit  me.

Angelo: ( Yells in shock. ) Romeo!

I: (Speechless, waiting for a breakthrough)

Romeo:(Decisively,  leaves.) By the way , we have not said anything. Right ? Have a good night.

Barbara: Fuck, what was that?

Romeo: (No response.)

Angelo: My apology.

Barbara: It is  not about you , Ange.

I: Probably, he  was not ready to show his hands.I mean to disclose his secrets.

Barbara: For God sake , don't look for excuses, in behalf of him. He is just an idiot. By the way.(She looks at me furiously.) You  are a bad hypocrite.

I: Thank you . I did not know that, but he was tense with the excitements.Actually the man can't cope with strangers, easily.

Barbara: Fuck. I am leaving . I am sure that is what you want both.

I: You are absolutely wrong. 

Barbara: (She leaves without a single word.)

Angelo: At least say, good night , BB. Lets end our night, good man.

I: Good night, Angelo.

(We leave grudgingly.)

The curtain falls

Scene Three

Four day later. On the roof of the building number one.

Angelo was cranky and screaming randomly at Kamal.

Angelo: Never happened. Never happened.

Kamal: Angelo, make it clearer.( (Kamal  is stunned. His face is  dark and calm ; it is  a blend  of the Indian descendant and oceanic blood . He is twenty-seven , tall and strong. His carriage reminds one of the men who suddenly  pop up  from the depth and obscurity of the oceans.)

Angelo: It is clear. Only,  get the job done, we won't stay here forever.

Kamal:  (He looks at me.) Am I the only one here?

Angelo: Fuck, man, I know what I am talking about.

I: Angelo.

Angelo: I am not taking orders from anyone.

I: (Nervously I try to leave the roof.)

Angelo: (He is angry.) I do not say leave.

I: (Cynically ) Bad choice.

Angelo: Dmitri will be helping you, Kamal. 

Kamal: ( He doesn't respond  .)

I:( I am close to the door, and ready to leave the  roof.) Angelo, you are wasting  my time.

Angelo: (Frowning and grabbing my arm  .)  I am happy with that, old man.

(We  are now  standing close to the door. )

I:By the way.  Romeo was rude with BB.

Angelo: (Confusedly )Right. But,guess what?

I: What?

Angelo: According  to Sam,   Romeo  is not coming anymore.He has quit.

I : Are you serious?

Angelo:YES. And that is why I am cranky these days.

I: (Bragging ) At least I can say now. 'He is not free.'

Angelo:  You reckon?By the way, have you watched his CD?

I: yes.

Angelo: What was it about?

I: It is a long story.It starts with some recent catastrophes and many unsolved historical mysteries.

Angelo: Marvelous  ( And he leaves the roof.)

 I: (I follow him meekly.)

The Curtain falls.

Scene  Four

Next day.  I am testing  carbon monoxide sensors in the lower cellar . Angelo and Barbara are rushing down the ramp. Barbara's eyes  boldly  glare with hard, defiant looks.

Barbara: Hey. (  She  looks with a queer smile  .) Stop, fuck , listen.You know nothing.

Angelo: (Laughing aloud.) 

I:  (No longer doubting myself.)Let me  guess... I guess.

Angelo:    No, No. (Irresponsibly .)

Barbara:  Angelo.(Seriously.) It is not funny.

Angelo: BB, stop.

Barbara: Who told you to call me BB?

Angelo: Your friend.

Barbara: (Looks at me with eyes full of  fire.)

I:  What are you  waiting for?

Angelo: (Quietly)  It is about Romeo.

I: What is wrong about him?

Angelo: ( Angrily.) Sam has lied about Romeo.

Barbara: (Defiantly.)No, he has n't. He does not know the details.(She struggles to find her words.)Actually Police questioned him about the last  moments you spent with him. .

Angelo: Oh, God.  What do you call it then?

I: Damn ye. You can't beat those magistrates.

Angelo: Romeo? Man, he is missing.

I:(Terrified. and seriously looking at him  )

Angelo: ( Restlessly , waiting for my verbal  response.)

I: Are you  serious?

Angelo: Definitely, yes.

 I: It is a great disaster,indeed.

Angelo:What ?( Screams to  deny our involvement.)  I don't understand what do you mean.

I: We are the last ones who met him and are  the strangest combination of men and women here.

Angelo: (He is stunned.) No one listens to such bullshits..

Barbara: You both are crazy.I heard the news first,and  there is nothing to fear of.

Angelo: BB, I am not expecting from you more than that.

Barbara:(Angrily.) Fuck. Don't call me BB.What did I said?

Angelo:Fine , Barbara.

I: There is a man MISSING.

Angelo: Is there a way to help him.

I: I am thinking .

Joshua: (Breathlessly  rushing down the ramp, looking for  Barbara.)

Barbara: Josh!

Joshua: Police is here, they mentioned your name.

Barbara: My name (She looks shocked .)He was not even  nice to me?

I: Look! Don't talk too much. The worse case scenario is .

Angelo :(Interrupting me.) Don't scare her.

I: I won't.BB, tell  them exactly  what happened, briefly.

Angelo:Then,  they  interrogate us.

I: Definitely they will.

Angelo: Fuck. I remember nothing.I was drunk.

I : Right, but it is abut our physical presence  there WITH HIM.

Angelo:  I am sure there was no tension between us.Definitely we were watched through their fucking  cctv eyes.

I: We are lucky.

Angelo: We did not talk, did we?

I: Good heaven,  we did.

Angelo: Fuck.

I: Angelo, look , we have no problem with police.

Angelo: You  reckon?

I: I am certain. But.

Angelo: What do mean by your 'But'?

I:  I am scared of a third party.

Angelo:Fuck, I am not ready for that.

Barbara: (She has n't recovered from her shock.) Angelo I am going to meet them.

Joshua: They have n't called you yet..

Angelo: Right. It is better to do your job.Josh take care of her.

I: Barbara, we won't let you down.

Barbara: Thanks. You know where to find me.(She leaves with Joshua.)

Angelo: What the hell are you talking about?

I: (Silently looking at him.)

Angelo:Fucking third what?

I: Third Party. Man, listen, if Romeo was not a delusional, someone has an interest in his disappearance.

Angelo: Wait, wait wait.You mean it, you mean it, fuck. (He screams) UNDERSTOOD

I:  Then, explain it please.

Angelo: You mean, , he has been punished for disclosing their secrets.

I: Exactly.So.(I push to calm him down.)We wait.

Angelo: We wait.(He walks away with a loud laughter.)

I: ( I stay alone thinking and working silently.)

The curtain falls

Scene Five

 Three police officers are  interviewing Barbara in the Sam's office.

Matt: Barbara.( A middle aged man with  florid complexion and  two prominent plump cheeks and cold eyes. He introduces himself and his companions to Barbara. ) We ask you only one question. Please answer us precisely.

Barbara: (Responds listlessly." Yes, sir." 

 Matt: (He consults the other two officers for a very short time.) It is a stress free conversation.

Barbara :(Interrupting him.)  I am ready, sir.

Matt: First of all, prior to the moment you interrupted them, you have nothing to worry about.

My colleague.(He nods to his companion on his right hand side , and reassure his name.)  Officer Albert, will  officially asks you his  question please kindly make your answer as briefly as you can.

Barbara:  Yes, sir.

Albert: (  ) Obviously, you are aware what  all this is about,  and for the momentum of the case , there are three officers dedicated to the investigation

Barbara: Yes, sir.

Albert: (He gestures to the female officer.) Officer Flora, are you recording?

Flora: Yes, I definitely, am

Albert: Then,Barbara, listen carefully: When you approached your friends  Romeo gave them a big frown of disapproving  and left the table  immediately.(He cleaned his throat, snoring, strangely.) The crucial question is: what happened henceforth ? 

Barbara:(Hesitantly, she  stammers , but gradually regains her confidence.) As, as,  as an excuse for  my intrusion. ( She stops for a while.) I said. I said. 'I couldn't resist my greed.' In his response grudgingly, Romeo told his companions. 'I hope it suits you, guys.  But it does not suit me.' Then he left  immediately.

Matt: Correct !

Barbara: (She is stunned. She yells.) Correct? Exactly . What do mean?

I have nothing else to say, sir.You knew it...you knew it.

Matt: Barbara, we know ...we know. Thank you for your help. Let me say.'You can go .'

Barbara:(Dazzled. But, hailed.) Really ? Anyway, thank you.

Matt: You're welcome.

Barbara: (Overwhelmingly , walking  out alone. But suddenly  hears a shout.)

Matt: Barbara. We won't interview your friends.

Barbara: (Cynically, shouted out side the office.) I know.

The three police officers look at each other without saying  a single word.

The curtain  falls.

Scene six

The cellar. I am testing the equipment.

Barbara: (She is coming out from the lift's cabinet , and shouts. ) I'm done.

I: ( I am surprised.) BB, what happened.

Barbara: They interviewed me.It was  about a crime, isn't it?

I: (Nervously.) No shit. You ask me?

Barbara:( She is shrinking in side her skin.)  I am scared.

I: ( Silently showing my respect to her feeling.)

Barbara: They verbally  displayed the scene and focused on the last moments when I came close to your table and said. 'I couldn't resist my greed.'

I: (With encouraging mood,) Excellent.

Barbara: (Strangely shouting.) He's gone. Romeo's gone.

I: ( Uncertain what to say.) Take it easy, baby.

Barbara: ( Shouts Loudly.) Fuck, I am worried about you.

I: What?

Barbara: Listen, one of the officers  said. 'We won't interview your friends.'

Why did he say that?Think with me.

I: ( In shock.) It is a big blow.( Thinking massively.) Wait a minute ...wait a minute.

Probably,they take advantages of your  mistakes .

Barbara: I haven't done any.

I: Listen , we have to warn Angelo immediately.

Barbara: I am the one who supposed to do that.

I:(Seriously.) Then,  what are you waiting for?Besides, let me think  without disturbances. 

Barbara: (She leave silently , but shouts before she disappear .)Coming back.

I: ( Staying in my place and thinking loudly.) Romeo!What were you hiding ?( Trying my best to focus on my job.)Someone has to find out, but we are just a bunch of stray boys.

Angelo: ( He appears suddenly.)

I: Any news?

Angelo :( Laughing loudly.) The whole story is just  bullshit.They have  left  without  asking us a sing question.

 I: Right, but the investigation is going on.Besides.(Angelo makes noises.) Listen, there is a man missing right now, and we are definitely involved in the police's point of view, and in those unknown agents'.

Angelo: Stop, stop.

I: Fuck.  Magistrate!  Magistrate.(Shrieking.) Angelo

Angelo: And specifically.' The magistrates' watching eyes.'  But what the fuck are you on about?

I: It means Romeo ,somehow,  relates to those unknown devils.

Angelo: Go ahead.

I: (With sardonic look.)Go ahead?

  Do you know how long it took me to say that?

Angelo: I have no idea, just tell me what to do.

I: Thank you, Ange. I am taking  Dmitri to  Hog  L Restaurant. He knows one of the  waitress there. We have to watch the whole scene with our own eyes

Angelo: What for?

I: To catch the thread of the crime.

Angelo: Crime?

I:(Exaggerating.) Corpse atop corpse

Angelo:How can I help?

I: Keep Sam under control.

 

Angelo: I can't promise,  Motherfucker is volunteering-ly  trying to remind  the police as if the crime happened here.

I: Then do nothing.

Angelo: I'll  cover for you and Dmitri , anyway.(He steps away to leave. He changes his mind soon.) Let me call Dmitri.(He talks on his mobile phone)Dmitri , Dmitri.

I: My appreciation.

Angelo: Dmitri is coming...this is your idea not mine. 

 I: Right.

Angelo: He says the storm has erupted.

I: Can't hear anything.

Angelo: I know...I know ... Let me have a look. Probably, it calls for another victim. 

I: Is it  a natural storm ?

Angelo: Fuck, how do I know?

I: Well, you know him better than me.

Angelo: Don't mention his name.

I:Fine.No one is here.( I am silenced.)

Angelo: Who knows?Were not we alone?

I:  Right.(Disappointed.)

(We are silently waiting for Dmitri.)  

The curtain falls.

  ****

Part Three

Scene One

Dmitri: ( Suddenly, appears with his tallness and the Russian's touch.)Angelo, here I am .

Angelo: Thank you for  your coming. Dmitri, listen.  On contrary  to  your  expectation, I am asking you to do me a favor.(He looks at me hesitantly.) It is serious.

Dmitri: What is it?

Angelo: Do you know any one in the Log  M Restaurant ?

Dmitri: (He is excited.)  Why ? In fact yes I do.

Angelo: Marvelous. Man,  we need your help for a risky mission.

Dmitri: Me.

I: Angelo, it is not a mission. 

Angelo: What is it then?

I : Look Dmitri. You know Romeo has recently disappeared.

Dmitri:Yes I do.

I: You remember the event in the  restaurant  .

Dmitri: Yes I do.

I: Your girlfriend is working in the  place.

Dmitri: I have no girlfriend.

Angelo: Fuck , don't deny it... you are our only hope.

Dmitri: What are you talking about?

I: Listen  , Dmitri. The truth is we need to know what happened to Romeo.

Dmitri: I don't know how to help.

I: Right. Your friend can help.

Dmitri: Show me how.

Angelo: Just introduce us to her.

Dmitri : What?  I can't .I won't. Don't push me.

I: No one pushes you.

Dmitri: No, he does.

I: Well, what about another night?

Dmitri: I won't ask her for anything.

I: You don't need to.We will create a situation.

Dmitri: I won't let you use her.

Angelo: (Angrily)  Dmitri,  just leave.Forget it, we were wrong.

Dmitri: (Defiantly.) Fine, I will be living , but I am worried for not being understood.

I:Wait  a second, wait a second.(Gesture to  Angelo.) You  shut up.Dmitri, you said. ' I am worried for not being understood.' What do you mean,?

Dmitri: Look, I don't mind to help, but not the way you suggested.

I: Well,if you are serious please enlighten us.

Dmitri: Let us work it out without involving  the poor girl in our mess.  

Angelo: (Yells) How?

Dmitri : Specifically , tell me what do you need?

(It is a great blow.Dmitri shows more signs of enthusiasm .)

I: Everything happened at the   night of the event  during  the period between five o'clock to ten o'clock.

Dmitri: (Thinking and  raking  his hair with his long fingers.)  Done! But don't ask me questions.

I: Deal. Man, It's for Romeo.

Dmitri: For Romeo. 

Angelo: But, how does it work?

Dmitri: I said don't ask  me questions.

Angelo: In this case, it is better to restructure the question.(He gestures to me.) What are we supposed to to do?

I: ( Trying to shut him out  before Dmitri interrupts him.)

Dmitri: Nothing. Nothing. Just wait for me.

(Dmitri leaves.)

Angelo: Should we trust him?

I: We have  no choice.

Angelo: The time is up.(He laughs  loudly and slowly walks away.)

I: (Yelling) Have a good weekend Ange.

Angelo: You too. The kids are waiting for you.

I: Right.( I walk meekly after him some steps and stop.) I like to be with them  these moments. Probably they are ready to go clubbing .

Angelo: Oh,  yeh, doubtless. ( Laughing  and disappearing  behind the new piles of tiles.)

The curtain falls.

-Scene Tow

(Log  M  Restaurant  in Kings Cross. Romeo is sitting with two strange men )

Romeo: (Silently looking at the north-corner of the  restaurant.)That is all.

Man -I-: Mr. Maserati!

Romeo: Please call me Romeo, sir,

Man I: Well, Romeo, let's be more specific.(He looks serious.) I adore  the word- unequivocal-

Romeo: Nothing to say.

Man- II-: You confessed more than you were allowed to.

Romeo: I am a free minded man,  not taking orders  from anyone.

Man-I-:Don't be ungrateful, Romeo.

Romeo: Ridiculous!

Man I: It is an onerous burden.

Romeo:  Don't compel me to admit things I haven't done.

Man II: This is the cost  of  the significant tasks. You know what I mean.

Romeo: (Tossing his headphone on the table confronting  them with his fists clenched hysterically.)   Tasks? There is no proficiency in my obsession.

Man I: Don't underestimate yourself.

Romeo:I don't, but it is different, now...it is a cheap and filthy game,

Man II: What do mean?

Romeo:It is obvious.

Man I: What is obvious?

Romeo:Look at the media, look at the movies and Ads, and the new wars

 Man II:Fuck the hell up.They are all working independently.

Romeo:(The camera zoomed in for a close-up of -Man I's face) What are you doing?

Man I: (His face is frozen on the screen.)

Angelo: (In the middle of his office, nodding to Dmitri.)  Are you serious?

Dmitri: (Confidently.) That is it.(He switches off the screen and takes his device and  hides it in the pocket of his back) That is all. 

Angelo:  No. (Stunned) But it's interesting.(He studies   my impression for a while)What do you  reckon ?

I: Nothing much, at least now. We have to study every word they said. 

Angelo: Well, I think  it  is not -NOTHING. (He laughs loudly.)Doubtless, we will have ample time to question ourselves. 

Dmitri: Am I done?

I: Yes, Dmitri. Thank you.

Dmitri: Any time.( Relieved. He takes his laptop, and leaves .)

 Angelo: Who are those men? Why they were questioning him?

I:(Uncertain.)  Romeo  is either a rogue member , or they are attracting him - or even threatening him.(Silence.)But nothing is certain.

Angelo: I am impressed.

I: Impressed?

Angelo: Yes. Look how far we have come.

I: (Silent)

Angelo:  Doubtless, Police knows about this.

I: We don't have to interfere with them- we are not serving the law... just looking for the Truth about the Theory.

Angelo: Right, sorry-but  Romeo himself is our concern.

I: Romeo! (Sarcastically.)  We are not getting involved. (-The door is knocked-) I am leaving.

Angelo: Fuck. Police!

I: (Letting the door ajar - then widely let it open- Politely )Hi, come through, please.

Matt:  Officer Matt.(And he nods to his companion.) Officer Flora.

Angelo: Come through, Officers.

Matt: ( Smiling to Angelo seductively.) Have you expected us? (And nods to me to wait.)

I: (Thinking ,how- habeas corpus- can work for us, in case.) May I leave, sir.

Matt: I am afraid, our visit concerns you too.

Flora: ( Looks at the document she holds.)Today. Precisely, we are going to interview both of you, sir." She follows  Matt who sits soon  in Angelo's chair and spreads  his papers with her help. She sits next to Matt."

I: (Guardedly, I took a seat next to Angelo opposite to them-) So... it looks you are serious about something...

Matt: Absolutely right, sir , however, it is our duty to sort out what the course of debate is about.  Angelo: So, with all due respect,sir, what is it about?

Matt: Well, much you hear much you learn.

Angelo:  Right.

Matt: Our records show that, you and Romeo were  close friends. Right?

Angelo: I am his boss. There is nothing to hide.

Matt: I am talking about friendship and things you share with some people in particular.

Angelo: Get on with  the topic, please.

Matt: (He looked at me." Romeo is missing and you both were the last ones who talked to him.

I: (Interrupting him without hesitant.)  Even if your quotation is correct , what on earth you refer to.

Flora: It is better to listen till the end.

Matt: You came to a conclusion too early.

I: Because we have nothing else to say.

Matt: Let me remind you.

I: Remind me.

Matt;( He reads some paragraphs from   our conversation in the restaurant.)

Angelo: Did we say something illegal?Fuck, even if we did, doubtless we are free

Matt : That is not the point, sir,

I: With all due respect, that is the only -issue- you are qualified in, sir.

Flora: What do you mean, sir.?

I: Let me  make it clearer.This is not a police's mission, or duty,or whatever you call it.

Matt: Man, have you lost your mind, there is a crime!

Flora:(Regretting-ly talks to Matt .) Sir,I remind you, insulting  Police is an offence.

Matt: Take it easy, Officer.

Flora:(She looks at me fiercely, and snaps.)You better come down to the station.

I: (  Angrily.) It looks you took it personally.

Angelo: We don't mind to come down to your station, madam, if that is your problem. 

Matt: Well. Angelo, listen, I would not choose the station to question  you, but you both make it harder for yourselves.

Angelo : How?

Flora: Answer our question

Angelo: What is your question?

Matt: Everything was said during the last conversation with Romeo.

I: Have not you listened to our conversation?

(They looked to each other restlessly.)

Matt: Yes we have.

I: Then do it. Arrest us.

Matt: We can't , we have no evidences.

I: So leave us alone, and look for Romeo.

Flora: Absolutely, we can't.

Matt: Officer, Flora, give the list to Angelo and let all of them come down to the station. Angelo!(Matt yells  at Angelo.) What are you  doing?

Angelo:(He is still writing)  I wrote- I write for you ,guys,  the whole conversation with Romeo.Let my colleague check it too. (He signs the paper and  relays it to me.)

I: (Hilariously, printed my signature and gave it to Flora.)Man, I trust your memory and honesty. It's their trust you have to seek.

Flora:(Takes the signed paper. ) Let's have them compared.(She produces their copy which was taken from the restaurant's records.)

Angelo: (Waiting, anxiously.)

Flora: (Reading.) Terrific.Sir.(She relays the two versions to Matt.)Literally they are identical.

Matt: (Reading.) Keep it.

Angelo: Thank God.

Matt: I believe it is enough for today, however, doubtless we will have another meeting somewhere else.( Readying to leave.) Officer.

Flora: (Packing her documents.)Yes, sir.Ready.I am ready.See you, guys.

Angelo: See, you, Officer.

 Matt: See you.

The Curtain Falls.

-Scene Three-

(Matt's Office --Kings Cross Police Station.)

(Attendants, Matt, Flora, Angelo, Joshua, Dmitri,Sam,  Barbara, and myself.Suddenly... Romeo enters t;he office.)

Matt: (Responding to our shocked faces.)  Romeo,please tell your colleagues what you have told us.

Angelo: Motherfucker, where have you been?Missed, killed.
Romeo: (Grudgingly, whispering  to me and Angelo.)I was chasing the storm's source.
Angelo: What? But, you you did not do it in the right time.I mean you did after
Romeo: I did, but have not told you.
Angelo: Have you found anything?   

I: Angelo!
Matt: What are you talking about?
I: I told you, this  is none of - Police's business , Officer.
Romeo:Right, right-
Matt:  Romeo,please tell your colleagues what you have told us

Romeo: Police prefer to say- I was kidnapped,and I agreed.
I: So, there is nothing serious with Police.
Romeo: I think there is a trap, someone has used Police.
Matt: (Gestures to Romeo.) You can go home,actually your bail has been granted .(Then he casts pleasant  glances  at our faces one after another. ) I am sorry for this  professional misconduct, however, the situation is changed, and  there is nothing to talk about with you guys.(He leave.)
(Feeling-  we are asked to leave)
Romeo: ( Looks at me.) I am certain, you are absolutely aware of my feeling.
I: Right, definitely we gotta get out of here, and have  another go-
Romeo: And, for the theory,we are someday building our  team
I: Here we are... a real team  .
Romeo: -Sons of Conspiracy?
(Everyone hails.) Sons of Conspiracy.(And leaving the office.)

The curtain falls

Scene Four

(The team members at Log  M  Restaurant  in Kings Cross, at dinner time - .)
Angelo: What  is the story of the two strange  men who were sitting with you"
Romeo: (Surprised.) Those two men were behind the police intervention.
Angelo: I am confused about their questions.
Romeo: What are you talking about ? It is too much.
I: Romeo, you have to be  absolutely, transparent.


-Still coming 

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