Unholy lands

Narcotic dipper

I did not write this story to complain to you about the terrible experiences that service providers go through. I will leave my troubles for another opportunity. I am here to tell you about Casif Omer. You must have heard about him in the news or on social media. I'm sure you all have one opinion or another about him. Please allow me to say a few words about Casif Omer.

Like me, he is also a waiter in the Queen's kitchen. Yes, the one that's on Luck Street in Old Jaffa. It's the fish restaurant that is located near the pier among the other ancient buildings. Despite the oldness of the place inside everything is the newest and most modern. The tables and chairs were specially ordered from England. And in the kitchen, for example, there is a smart oven. I didn't know that such a thing even existed.

The place received rave reviews. That created a crazy rush of fancy people, who were only interested in fine food. The place is run by a young chef named Bri Atzmon. I have a lot of nice things to say about her, I'll sum them up in one sentence: she is considered an elevation in the culinary field, because of that this witch thinks she deserves everything. But I didn't come to tell you about her.

Like me, Casif started working there to finance his studies. While I study visual communication, he studied chemical engineering. I know these are two opposing fields, but that's how we are two opposites. The only thing that connected us apart from working in Queen's kitchen is our love for customers, especially the regular ones.

And also smell. As you know, they serve fish there and their smell sticks to everything. At the end of each shift, I have to wash my clothes. It takes a half-hour shower to remove the stink. In short, good work that I do not recommend to anyone.

Beyond that, we are like water and fire. I mean: Casif is burning from the inside and needs me to put him out. I have no idea how I'm doing it. Maybe it's my voice or the caress of my hand that is keeping him from exploding.

I don't blame myself, but if Casif hadn't caught me with Faran in the warehouse, none of this would have happened. It's not that there was anything between me and Casif. True, he is cute with those black curls. And it's funny how he always tries to look so tough. With me, he always speaks softly. But my boyfriend is Faran and Casif knows it.

It seems that since he entered the warehouse to get some vegetables and saw us naked like that, he began to behave differently. Not only with me, he constantly fights with everyone. I may be wrong.

I remember another time there was a family. They sat at table fifty-five.

They were so annoying, especially the mother. She was disgustingly fat and had a daughter who looked like a pig. They kept complaining, the food was too cold and a second later they claimed that the dishes were too hot.

Casif had to take out each meal at least twice. In the end, he got fed up.

He always carries pills in his bag. He made them by himself, some of them because of his second job. He added some to their drink. The substance made them act like drunks.

Yo, that was so funny. They were so high, they could hardly stand. The daughter tried to support her mother while she could barely hold herself.

Faren and I had to help them get into the taxi.

The chef, Bri Atzmon, got upset.I have no idea how she knew. I think she is a witch. Her face became red as a tomato, fire flashed from her almond eyes.I have no idea why she didn't kick him out that second.

Since that incident, their relationship has never been the same.

About a month later, at the beginning of the Friday shift, according to what I heard, when Casif came in Chef Atzmon started yelling at him.

I have no idea what it was about and it doesn't really matter.

Casif stood there in the kitchen stunned. He must have looked frozen, a volcano erupted within him. The fact that a woman was talking about him like that made him seethe with rage. Especially one that looks so delicate and unimportant like the Chef. So what if she has a Michelin star?

Casif is the type who has a lot of self-respect, and no one, especially this one, will humiliate him like that. At that moment he decided to destroy her business. It's a shame he didn't call me. I could have stopped his diabolical plan that was beginning to take shape.

The same day as the next I was at home, preparing for a test in statistics. But Faren was there and he told me everything.

It took Casif five minutes to get out of the frozen stasis. He left everything and went to the back room, where the closet with the workers' bags and clothes is. From his bag, he took out the sack with the blue pills.

I have no idea how many pills there were, I'm sure there were quite a lot. I know he used all of them. I don't worry about him, he can always create more in his college's laboratories. Casif is quite a successful manufacturer and dealer.

When did the pills get inside the food? Right before the doors open, Chef Atzmon usually gathers all the kitchen workers in the back room, where there is a briefing and a prayer. Everyone is forced to pray. To her it doesn't matter if you are Muslim, Christian, or Jewish. It's a prayer she invented. The chef believes that thanks to this prayer she is so successful.

Thanks to this, when no one was in the kitchen, Casif crushed the pills undisturbed. He spread the powder in the meals he distributed. I was told that there was even a line at the entrance. Among them was the critic of the Eretz newspaper. In that rush, many enjoyed his unique seasoning. From the moment of the opening, the craze came fast. I'm sure none of those present will forget this evening.

According to what was written afterward in the newspapers, the customers who received the dishes suffered from severe hallucinations.The waiters did not know how to react to what was happening around them. For example, the restaurant critic, who didn't write about the event at all, after two bites started flirting with a salmon filet instead of eating it. According to what I heard they may still be a couple.

In addition to him, there was one who thought he was a bird. Others joined him and made the prestigious place look like a zoo. And there was another who thought she was the prime minister. There was also the one who undressed and ran out into the street. Two cops found him and sent the police to the restaurant.

They found the place in complete chaos. The first thing the police looked for was the owner. She was found in the corner of the kitchen crying. Bri Atzmon never recovered and her place was closed.

And what about Casif you ask? He became an urban legend. Rumors say he is hiding somewhere. And some believe that he is just another fictitious hero of a short story.