One day I will grow up
And understand all these spontaneous;
Till then I wrap them up
And classify it: Miscellaneous



Prologue

Damn it! I can’t believe this is happening to me! It’s impossible! These people are all crazy…ouch…
- Move already, can’t you see they are steaming mad?! What, do you want me to carry you on my back?
- Excuse me? Hands off!
Am starring at him with that mind –your- own-business –or-I’ll -brake -your -neck look while the sweat and dust combination is maybe more irritating that this….this…primitive treatment am getting. But the determination in his eyes is like a cold shower. He is right, desperate situations need a clear mind and mine is running on clouds as ever. I just can’t seem to get over the horrible surprise. Ok, ok, focus…
- We are not on a tour here so both of you walk!
He points a gun right in the middle of my forehead and I definitely don’t find this as cool as in a movie scene. I want to ask him the reason for all these, but somehow I know he won’t find my question appropriate. I look at his hand, the skin is brown and rough and you can easily guess it has been soaking up the sun since ever. I roll my eyes up and I’m instantly sorry because now I have his eyes looking through mines. I’m face to face with hate! I slowly turn around and start walking behind … Mr. …Determination and in front of Mr.…Hate!  

My skin is itching – darn mosquitoes – and while struggling to force my hand not to scratch anymore I feel a hysterical laugh rising out of my lungs. I grin at the image popped in my mind: what if I start running in circles, screaming and swinging my hands above my head? I am now laughing my lungs out and I don’t even have to look at them to see the tension on their face. God, this is definitely too much even for me! I realise they could do something really stupid which I would remember for the rest of my life without being able to forgive myself. Suddenly my laugh stops and the parody mood is all gone. Sorrow is slowly climbing inside of me and I focus my sight on the horizon. I stare at the distance as if I could be able to drag it right in front of me. I wish I were … ?? Where do I wish I were? I don’t even know anymore. I wish I were at least determined. This reminds me of Mr. Determination. What on earth are they taking so long?

I sit in a corner subtly looking at him.  I just can’t seem to be able to turn my eyes on something else. Ever felt you just can’t take your eyes over someone? The eye is fascinated regardless of whether is beauty or not and if you get to realize this situation somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel this fascination actually pumping to the eye a will and power of its own; and the eye becomes independent changing roles with the brain, bossing around the inner and outer you. Gosh …my eye is ruling on my brain again. But that jaw bone …My eyes get smaller focusing…and the skin. I roll my eyes down and examine the hands…yeees. I’ve always been fascinated with the hands. I suddenly look back to his face and here comes the other odd situation in which your eyes are faster then your brain and God knows how but they know someone is looking at you. Black eyes transfix me. Huh panic, panic, no, no chill arghhhh… there I go coughing and mumbling something far from being coherent. I stop. My brain is still not back to its leading role. The room becomes smaller and smaller with every second he keeps on looking at me. I bite my lower lip …wrong move! The blackness is now on them.

- Heard them say, they will bring us to a hotel.
... he is saying something
- What?
- I said they will bring us to a hotel. Overheard them.
- Uhmm…why are we here anyway?
- Donno, because you are a typical journalist?
- Me? Journalist? I’m not a journalist!
- Then what the hell were you doing?
- Was just trying to take some pictures! What’s wrong in that?
- Well obviously something must have been wrong in there.
- So then why did they take you too?
- Because I happened to be there.
- You happened?...my eyes get smaller; I don’t buy it.
- Well I don’t buy your explanation either.
- Do you have something against journalist? You know is because of them that truth usually comes out. Not to mention the risks they are exposed to.
He raises an eyebrow. Purrrrrrrfect eyebrow. Meaw. Oh hell, snap out of it! Damaged brain!
- You forgot to mention the fame rush.
I don't have time to answer because the tanned skins are back.
- Let's go; I warn you: not a single wrong move.
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Morning sunrays playing hide-and-seek,
Kaleidoscoping in penumbra,
The room looks like a freckled face.



Chapter 1: Kaleidoscope

Slowly, I open my eyes and stretch my legs. I turn on my back yawning and stare at the ceiling. There's something strange...like...I turn my head and see two black spots sparkling with amusement. Silence. I feel like laughing and getting mad at the same time.
- What's so funny?
- You, of course, he says and bursts in a soft laughter.
I stare at him confused. More laughing. The nerve! Do I have something on my face, or what? Between the teeth? No? Between something else??? Among all these questions: black eyes, white teeth, curly hair, caramel skin, fade scent of clean and sparkles. Contradictory feelings. What should I do now? What am I supposed to say? Nothing? Ok, I'll just look. Look! I can look. And a look is a complex thing. You'd think is simple and ordinary, but is not... and you'd also think that it always comes for free, but some looks cost a fortune and some mean the world. And some just don't matter, just like it doesnt matter now if is 1 a.m. in Algeria or 5 p.m in New Zealand. Although this can't be...if is 1 a.m in Algeria... means is like... 7 a.m in New Zealand, isn't it? Or somehting like that.
- The look tells me you're not here.
Blink, blink and a growing question mark above my head.
- And I even see the growing question mark above your head.
No way!
- So, if your know them all, what is the time zone difference between Algeria and New Zealand?
- Does it matter?
- For sure it matters to some!
- Yeah, but what does it matter to you or me, here and now?
- It doesn't, I was just thinking of looks.
- Well, you look lovely in this time zone. And he starts laughing again. The I-complitely-enjoy-the-moment laughter. With lights and shadows playing on his chest in intricated patterns. Kaleidoscope of wits. 5. I wonder what interesting things I'd get, if I google this number.