21 December 2011
Half an hour of delay. I would like to smoke a cigarette. I am at the Hannover Airport. Germany. I am carrying just a suitcase. I am going to travel to N.Y. to meet with John M, medicine doctor, maybe he has the answers I need. I feel strange in the airports, people dancing the corrupt dance of schedules, dates and fast encounters, people losing time, people wasting their lives. I’ve been in Germany for two weeks. I don’t like Germans, always as efficient as unpleasant, always as honest as ordinary.
At the bottom, there are two men observing me. Did they know anything? Since this game began, I always feel someone is watching me. I feel like a paranoiac but I feel fine. The last note I’ve received, it talked me about a room in Manhattan. Everything is paid and I just need to wait. I like when everything is paid.
I switch on my computer to check the email. One message of him. No data… it’s very strange. He used to be sharp, but this is very strange. My flight to N.Y. is announced. I expect seven hours of hell, I don’t like to fly, but since this game began, I don’t do anything more than fly from one city to another, following the instructions of that man. For the moment, no answers and many questions.
She didn’t see it. I am now watching the note under the door. She’s still looking out the window. I need to take it first. I wake up silently, she’s smoking a cigarette, I like the smoke bathing the room. I take the note and I hide it in my pants.
‘Do you want to smoke?’ she asked me. It would be nice. I take one and she helps me to light it. I begin to cough and she smiles. ‘You must be really ill, John.” I smile too but I continue smoking. ‘May you be alone for ten minutes?’
‘I can. I’m feeling better.’ I keep on silent. I need to read the note in my pants. Does she know about the note? She kisses my front before she left the room. Too pretty, too affectionate?
Finally, she leave the room with affected steps. I can read it now:
John Mirror is dead
21 December 2011
The two men, who were observing me at the airport, take the same flight. I was expecting it and I keep calmed. I am reading a stupid fashion magazine. The most interesting things in these kinds of publications are always the advertisements, always plenty of design and style. I greet to my observers and they turn their heads. It’s always fun for me to upset the observers. Maybe later I can talk with them about politics or fashion, both so interesting. Do you want my blood, mates? I smile, even I cannot smoke.