tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13588545.post-1120297834907767502005-07-02T10:49:00.000+02:002005-07-28T16:29:33.423+02:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">A </span>letter from his missing friend Iorp had very bizarre content.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"TO POIEO TO ON<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If fall leaves,<br />If dawn shades,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If anyone,<br />And who? </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Knows that this world is</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not the one.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Don't look for me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm just gone.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We'll met, maybe, in other age</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Or even on the odd page.<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6115/1200/1600/6-message.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6115/1200/320/6-message.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span>n addition to the strange poem, there was the name of the book "<span style="font-style: italic;">Designing - Reality -</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Deconstructing - Fantasy</span>", written by Rade Becsei. Words on the cover were in the form of the cross, so title could even be "<span style="font-style: italic;">Designing - Fantasy - Deconstructing - Reality</span>", if read counterclockwise. Rastoder has obtained a book in public library. Book was strange almost as a poem. And that was just all that has been left from his friend.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>onika, sexy widow, strange message, subsequently a book - he was quite confused. Transcending over moist carpet of the autumn leaves, he returned back home.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">V</span>era was still there. She has just showered, then made him a strong coffee. Rastoder liked idea of having someone to wait and care for him. Even if it was just a broad interest. He went for an examination job, like a real investigator. Started from Telekom information service.<br /><br />- I need Becsei phone number please.<br /><br />- Becsei... Becsei Rade, key cutter. - he instantly got a number. It was all too easy.<br /><br />- I've invited some friends, here, tonight. - Vera digressed. She had great tight buttocks.<br /><br />- Yes, yes... No problem. - Rastoder responded. Then, he called key cutter.<br /><br />- 'Allo! Key cuttering service. - senile voice answered.<br /><br />- Mister Becsei?<br /><br />- It's me. - said the old man.<br /><br />- Me... I'm Rastoder... Friend of Iorp's...<br /><br />- You are the man I'm waiting for. Just come by, have an address?<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold;">W</span>hat is happening?" Rastoder has wondered. It seemed like he was involving himself into some kind of provincial conspiracy. But why? Why should he involve into that? If there is a good reason, why not? Name of the one good reason was - Monika. So he decided to continue his weird adventures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6115/1200/1600/6-kupovina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6115/1200/320/6-kupovina.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />- Listen, Istvan, I need some cash. You may like livin' like a monk, but I don't. I wanna shop, buy things. Food and beverages, you know. - Vera was straight. A young squab determined to became a dove. Survivalist. He liked her more and more.<br /><br />- Ok. Clean this mess first. Deal?<br /><br />- Gimme four hundreds and it's a deal.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span>oney was not, properly speaking, his problem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-8611827934816256"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "468x60_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel ="2403465966"; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Istvan Rastoderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02182192191600288719noreply@blogger.com