Wednesday, October 11, 2006

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

  This story came out  from a handful of  paper - scraps,  had been left  on a seat, where I SAT on randomly  in the Domestic Airport of Sydney ,in May 2004. I have never seen the owner of the script  ,but  was certain of the gender  of the writer. I thought, doubtless she was there watching me like a lost sibling. Anyway, however, by the time, I  thought of someone had not lived up to her expectations or had  shuttered into a million pieces  .

Having all my dreams crushed  on my way to Queensland though I tried my best  to find her, midst the  chattering crowd. I lingered like someone made a fool of himself, watching a  thousand faces made out of  her wraith,  squeezing a handful of ripped papers in my hand, looking around,in shock ,unaware that I was myself  somehow a cheap  remain of the  dust of an unknown Trojan.  Struggled, then  to sort out  the wrecked history of someone of the kind, hopping to change the destinies of my race.Nevertheless , it was the time, either I had to throw the lady's remains or  walk away with them to nowhere. ...and  I chose to walk away with them.

Like the archaeologists'dealing  with the ancient papyri, it took me one year to bring the paper's content into this present  format. Therefore, hereby, I talk to her, and tell to the city." AM I BAD?"... "Who ever you are, the most wonderful  lady I ever read on. Please forgive me.I am sorry to tell your story...I am sorry, indeed, however, there is always a rouge Jonah."

Fragments Of Past

Barely, assembled the whole  scratches. I was satisfied  she had  bravely written everything about her life on  fifty seven pieces. "I sat by the skeletons of my mother, fingering her skull and her bones and her ribs and her kidneys and her eyes,and her chest. And then like a conscienceless bastard had to run with the wild wind, chasing the moon, and leaving the cursed corpse for a thousand savage soldiers .. "  1988. (Many words are Missing.)

"Shepherds had dragged  me as far as they could, then, they left me alone on the rocks of the Sad Heights, with my little daughter. I say .'Whoever you were  I am  grateful,dear dearest, dearest.."  1988
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"When the airborne soldiers   dropped my dearest brother off, from the plane to die on the rocks. I saw  his shocked, bright eye glittering  like some 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, from the moment they threw him down,  were screaming brazenly in the sky above.  'Those are your rocks, bastard, not ours; you think so, bastard.You are dreaming.' They screamed....

Dogs, anyway later pulled his corpse into pieces and hauled him as far as they could. Then floods swept him 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 some thousand verses on her empty grave. " 1986.

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Aftermath, doubtless a decade  after Al- Anfal-  she w rote in her papers. "A charming boy with the  sweetest  face was stepping onward, whispering with tearing eyes and shivering lips.'Mother.' (Many  words are 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

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(Many  word are missing .) "People, whom I knew, said.'He is not your son. He is not your son." Actually  everyone told me.' One must be careful these days.' (Lost words.)  O' Golden Heights, Oh, my tribe.They said. "You let a strange man lie with you."
I cried "Fuck you all." Actually I wished to say that.
 ' Listen to no one , he has your eyes, your lips, your nose... are you blind?' said my friend.. I had no one... I had no one.

Nevertheless I started learning the truth by my senses, by my heart's- fangs, by my- so long lost soul, by all my conscience's power, bringing his face back from the heart of the darkness, feeling him proudly ... reading loudly my memories on  Al-anfal
. "If the truth is true, and has to be told: He is my son, he is the truth.' I said. Thereafter,I had nothing to say except; the graveyard is not a right place for brothels.I speak this way because I have no one to talk with. " 2000.

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 "Past is the poisons  of my life " ....( Missing word.)  I had been  hiding  in the heart of my carcass watching the world through the holes of  my body, and stretching out my  head like snakes, breathing  the remaining  dusts of  the God's remains . And  for having  laden  with a thousand bonds till the end of the time, murmured, in bidding my ego to set itself free.. " Creep. Creep  out."  I say.
(Many words are missing."

I was to remember the old town, I had to remember my husband , fumbling my way, and sinking further more into the hazy smokes and  horrible  smells of our perpetual  wars...running after the ghosts of  my folks, or the people whom   I had known,  through the Walk of Death. (Missing Words.) We were fools, always were digging our graves.

. "Well," I said, and bid myself. "Walk to the  end of the world." (Missing Words.)
And there I  came to a halt , where  in fear our eyes  flashed against a thousand splendid ghosts  of the  motherland -folks who.talked  with the wind, like ancient highlanders.(Local Coded- Language- I am bleeding...Loin pain hematuria syndrome)
" Hey.  There is no escape...you're part of us, " they said and in response, firmly , I  seized  my jolting heart- for having  savagely-  waited  for a miracle.
"I am  not a bitch of temples- I am not a slave," said I.
"You are crazy..."
"No I am not."
" So, you are done," they said.
"I will ran away and never come back."
"What do you call yourself. You'll forget  your closest folks."
"My closest folks  are dead."
(Missing Words.)

The  weather, I thought,  has changed early this season, (Missing Words.)  The wind erupted, and started  shaking the school  boys ,  and sweeping away the fallen leaves of  the giant  trees , which were always swinging  backward and forward on the  Pretoria Road - sending   away  winged seeds through the  old trail- exactly like my seeds.(Missing Words)  The storm then  hit  the shelters on the road sides and thundered across  the  railway and around the broken hills.( Missing Words.)  Squeaked with my  ghosts.. "Run,run, run."

Barely ceased  watching my past  through the  tearing eyes, for having our claims undone. (Missing Words)  Nevertheless.(Nevertheless is her word.) The whole world  huddled  in one row against our rights.(Our rights looked like a Petition to let us live .)" I say. 'I am a  mountain dweller. They say. "You are  at the rock's bottom." However, sometime I was keen  to restore  the  wrecked  bodies of my clan. They say nervously. "Stop making  a fool of yourself."

I  walked the wide avenue , midst lavenders fragrance, rains, and humbleness, breathing the odors of the season full of my  heart - listening to things  I lost.."Hold on, dear," say  he sweetly...my husband says. "Hold on." I was him indeed, wasting the  majority of my time for nothing . (Missing Words).
"That might bring you back, dear, "  says he .
"I am the real  one, not you, dear,  "  I say
(Missing Word.) I stared at the voice .
" Get out of my life."I say.
I had to run with the wind, in the silver  pouring  rain.
" Bring me back?" he demands.
(Missing Words,)
"We are strangers.."
"I know..."

Scared , but   had to wait for him, in the very autumnal evening, gazing through  the window across  the vast balcony of the old apartment to conduct my rites in behalf of everyone's grief,browsing  in particular  images were engraved on my gemstones." Gemstones are  God's favorite ACCESSOIRE ," said he.

 My husband had found  the sweetest- cruelest  female. (Missing Words.) He had  dubbed   me. "The Origin of Symmetries." The beast used to  read . (Missing Words) ...The Blake's Tiger. "What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry.”
 (Missing Words.)
I , vaguely , whisper ." Never  let you down, man."
"Agile like Comte de Lautréamont." ...( Missing Words.)
"You are not clear, my man!" I say
" I know, I know," says he.
( Missing Words.)
( Missing Words.)
Anyway, however,  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 ."

And then I wondered and  remembered  the truth of my beauty that had bewitched me ever since: The man was crazy and had created me out of nothing. .
"One thousand years ago," I screamed.
"Oh,  Great God, so long time he lived in me! "
"Our frames, dear,"  says he.
 "My husband," I scream." So cruel you were, how dared you to die without me.".
"You are  the cruelest, dearest, you are dead."

I heard the very stroke of my heart with his name, and in fear, looked   into the deepest  eyes.of the then time. Then , I  could dull all my elusive  senses. "Have you been  brought up for such a brutal death  ?" I say and deny my intention..

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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."

Everyone had his story and his humble grave on the Sad Heights. I was the only one who has not got her lot  yet..  Probably, I thought,  some reporters are anxiously waiting for my time to come, however, for certain I would  be the last one , and never shall  let those  bastards  enjoy the view of  my destructed body in the massacre's  exhibitions."
" Never ever."

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

In my time, they were almost always, gathering near or around the dunghills, across the destructed creeks, or at the Mosque’s yard starring  upward unto the misty sky of the old cemetery and  the oak trees, smoking in dark or khaki coats, holding always shouldered rifles,and long beads, shuddering and smoking and eloquently talking and lying to each other .
 " How sweet those lies were, bitch,." says the ghost.
" I agree," I say.
Nevertheless, was laden with a thousand myths

Awakened,  suddenly, by a sweet sound swelled  on the wide boulevard which went on cruelly  through the dusk, and  that made her eyes swelling  with tears once more. I could  distinguish  the voices of  Blue Gum Tree Pub  frequenters from the brothels' . I was obsessed with their songs.
" I am a lonely tree gum."
"Ay," I say.
 "That is right," says he.

 I   saw ,  on the street,  glistering eyes and blushing faces of a thousand races...I thought my body was a source of sin, and   shrunk  in my skin,  feeling though the sweetness of  beauty,  and freedom. I had to cry  when  half- hearted-ly  touched  my skin, and scratched  my destructed breast, wondering if I was indeed born a true legend of  the Sad Heights- or fucked up.
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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 or bards, writing and singing like nightingales . My husband had loved him and he loved me to death. He was desperately struggling for his love,though   never dared to confess..

 He read his poem with his hoarse voice...cacophony was a proper word to describe his filthy-lyric ; the bastard had crossed Pacific  Ocean on boats only  to meet me .
"Victoria The Great,
The goddess of the magic  era,
Had earlier seized  Zeus' scepter,
And  fascinated someone, sharper than Winston;
the lord of her chivalry,
Sitting thoroughly, upon a vast history,
To fill the commodiousness of her  throne.
Almost exactly was frozen
 in  the narrow sky of the city
" It was harsh...was not close to lyrics' kind, " murmured I.

I used to sit by her   monument, and   most often asked  her the same question.
 I knew the bastard  had started the poem since he arrived in here. I screamed at him,though for a   moment I thought the Goddamn, beast,  might be my man, and  if  I had  given him my diary, he dared to trespass my privacy.
"Have I revealed my secrets," said I.
" I dare to say,  lets reserve a place for yourself  in the Genocide Museum, "said he.
" Are you insane?"  I screamed.
 " No I am  serious,"  muttered he.
" Get the hell out of here, now, bastard." I screamed.
" I'll go and never come  back," said he.
"Wait, Wait, " said I furiously ."How  dare you say that? ".
" I am crucified," he murmured.
"So what?"
"We crossed oceans, spaces and skies," said he
" Alone?" said I.
" No, with , Ely Banister Soane," said he.
(Missing Words.)
" I am tired ."
" Listen," said he.

“The storm  erupted, and trod on the city's  underbelly, beneath  the blue cloud, until brutally the  wind crushed  the city’s wings," said he.
" Crushed her chest," said I..
" Flattened the  walls of her heart," said he.
 " Stop it bastard," said I.." All were children,"
(Missing Words.)
"The wind  hit the trees, schools, windows, and our doors," said he.
"It squalled savagely and  crushed  my husband's frame," said I.
" Right," said he.
" And  he has gone," said I.
" No. He is here," said he and clasped his heart.
" Bastard."
"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 past,.” said he.

Bitterly, we  would remember,  how the storm raged, and  clamored  furiously with smokes, and  filthy dirt  which very soon  broke down the town  into  pieces.However suddenly I was startled...he had gone.(Missing Words.)
"Are you waiting  for the happy prince, ma'am?” a stray man, probably homeless,  mocked me kindly.(Missing Words... scratches and black symbols.)
 I was stunned, looking bitterly at his frame. It was, almost exactly,  as deformed as my  mine.

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Years had to pass. Missing Words.) I  saw my husband's friend  leisurely walking alone, on George St. He was watching me.(A paragraph of a personal letter:Mother send me the binocular and a new  radio."   It was not his first time spying on me.I thought,  he was addicted to my existence, since he felt he was a man.. "Bastard, you were dead," I mumbled  furiously, however, he  was keen to cast a glimpse at my  blushing face.(Missing Words.)  The bastard  was  crying.
I waved to him cynically.

(Missing Words.)In response, he could not stay any further. Actually,  he walked all the way to the harbor, and at the end of the way ,he  sat by Darling Harbor under the Sydney's greatest bridge, weeping with me. (Missing Words.) I had been following him,  and  swearing shamelessly like whores. He  was not genuine. Missing Words." I was  not genuine.
"My dear brother,"  said he..
 "My dear brother." I replied.
We were siblings.
(Missing Words.)
" My dear brother.," said he again, and put his hand on my shoulder. Then, he  tried to hold my waist. We looked at each other and felt  we were just defeated twins (Missing Words- Calligraphic scratches-were drown around Koranic verses , and talisman symbols  against evil eyes.)
We have, in fact  got the same  wrecked frames. There we  wept  for someone... someone we  had not had at all. .

He tripped over his own feet. ( Missing Words.) Stumbled on the grass. ( Missing Words.) With a face  bleakly settled  upon my lonely eyes. His was dwindling.  I could see  the death shivering oddly in his eyes. ( Missing Words.)Then, all of  a sudden he jerked me violently.(Missing Word.) We could not describe our pains.(Missing Word.) He left me alone on the grass,and  walked  away by his own. ( Missing Words.) I dumped him...I ditched him, and struggled to keep my heart safe. I held it in my hand.

He was still striding on the unpaved  pathway, dragging his shocking frame and walking awkwardly towards  the  train station. I kept watching  him until he vanished  behind the fence, within a crowd s come down the train station's trail. His last words echoed in my head steadily . " Catch up latter, " Probably to catch my attention. But  I growled. " Never, bastard.".... (Missing Words.)
"You will...you got no one."

We were not mature. He failed, anyway to face me confidently ,and I was a wild beast . He could not stop himself crumbling in my presence.  When he knew I was serious, he covered his face and fled,ripping  the crowd like bulls.(Missing Word.) He was shredded, however, he had a name...I ran after him and called him by his name."Bastard...bastard."
But  had already vanished.

All in all,  he did not  let my horrible voice crush his mind . He tried first to find a doorway to hide his face, escaping my cruel voice, like he used to. He was deprived of his skills for having had  always his rites  on papers, with  his ancient tools. . Actually, he was deprived of everything in jails, or at battlefield during his everlasting disputes with everyone, except me.

I screamed savagely.( Missing Words.) I Lingered outrageously to humiliate him in my way.  "THE WORD, that is  only you have got !They are prostitutes' tools . You are an extinct beast ; writer, ha!!! Hell, son of a bitch, son of a  bitch," ...(Missing Words.)I was swearing."Hey, Mother." said my daughter. "You are swearing."I had then a this feeling ; I was myself a bitch.(Missing Words)....Days passes well . He  he  thought I was a perfect woman ... "I said I am a bitch."
" Terrible woman, I am a terrible woman, mean and cruel, "I murmur some times.

When I lingered .( Missing Words.), My eyes rested on the northern bay-where the lights were falling on the mountainous  waves. Actually, was  somehow lulled by the hazy shadow of myself , which  had been  left behind  on the waste heights - standing up,  like a dumb  statue on the  storm's route,   doing nothing like  martyrs.
 "I won't be , never be," I murmured..

Conversing frequently withe the queen. (Missing Words.) I came back and  rooted  to my spot under the queen’s feet. (Missing Word.) Queen was a statue. (Missing Words) He converses rarely, most often  is silent.His  tongue is bitter.I thought he was silent because he  became a hypocrite. I read from his poem.
When I stare unto thee,
further up to thy grey face ,
 a kin to me..( Missing Words.)
My bleeding wounds
 May bother thy  conscience.” .
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(Missing Words) Sydney.(Missing Words.) George St. (Missing Words.)Stunned by the magnificent architecture  of St.Mary's Cathedral---Hyde Park-- strange .(Missing Words.)  Statue of Queen Victoria ; Queen Victoria the Great.(Missing Words) I was little, but was  part of the cold material
of the statue. I had my thread back unto The Sad Heights.
Thy dark , disguised chivalry,
Had left  mysteries,
And foot prints, in my heart,
Thy Majesty.

 I read  his poem. It was written for me.I said. "For God's sake who the hell sits there?"
The poem came to the end. I enjoyed the view of the streets. My  manager used to make more   cracks in my head. Nevertheless, someday I say to him , face to face."Fuck you, Mao.".... he will say "You are fired."  doubtless, by then I will have been older than he expected. (Missing words)
“ Anyway, this tidy front mask holds no sign of my past. Even  have washed out a small pox scar on my face."...(Missing Words) Arrogantly, some times I ask myself about my failure."  Had  not it been my weakness?" Then remember, and read " The crazy map has been scratched on my skin under this pink underwear."...(Missing Words.) However anyway , when I read I feel  his fingers running   inside my body, and  scratching my deepest region.

I knew his poem was his savage impression on  my body- as always was sensing my sighs, and  my beating  heart. ( Missing Words.) while then  was  listening to the pattering crowd vanishing in the mouth of the city.  Ant like then steadily  a thousand waves were pushing forward to  disappear in the in the city;s labyrinth, and  secret chambers.. All races were fixing  eyes of  blank heads - forward on none- being , dismissing  the material of his road- mates  ,  except for the  little sense of hatred ,which might be washed  out someday by the ocean..-
(Missing Words.)

I am certain, we are on a right track. ( Missing Words.) I , behave as if ,am writing a letter to my dead parents, and many -many  of -next of kin-s   whom someday I had. (Missing Words.)  We are on the edge of the world, where cold rays of the old ocean rise up  everyday, under the Ode to Goddess of Sun,( Missing Words.) And  there with  some  dull feeling  the fresh winds  touch the most extreme- blueness of the sky , our common ancestors’ dome , beyond the stars of the continent which  is deeply living in the depth of  Pacific’s heart and mine.
"But it time to escape the past."

The End
  Autumn 2004

Thursday, October 05, 2006

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)


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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  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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