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Chapter 3

He looked down and he saw a dark object in Milo’s hands. Before he could react Milo lifted his hand and leaned the barrel against his forehead. Peter now recognized a well known Smith and Wessson .22.

“Good bye cruel world,” shouted Milo and pressed the trigger.

There was a loud bang.

“Wait!” shouted Peter and instinctively started towards Milo.

Milo slowly lowered the gun and looked at the floor.

“Even that’s too hard for me.”

“What the hell…” started Peter and spotted the bullet that rolled out of the smoking gun. It fell on the floor.

He kneeled down and carefully touched the bullet and when he thought it was cool enough he picked it and took a closer look at it. It was indeed a real bullet. It was flattened the way the bullet is flattened when it hits the wall.

He alternately looked first at the bullet and then at the Milo, who was still looking at the floor.

“I need to sit down,” he slowly stated and looked around the room to until he spotted an armchair. He clumsily rolled into the armchair while closely observing Milo who now looked back at him.

“How did you do it? Is it some sort of a trick?” Peter asked skeptically.

“It is a trick indeed. The trick is there is no trick. The whole life is one big trick.”

“I must admit I don’t follow you…”

“There is nothing to follow. I am just not destined to die. At least not that easy.”

Milo pushed himself from the window frame out through the window.

“K…k…” was the only thing Peter could utter and then he ran to the window.

He wasn’t yet by the window when he saw Milo. He heard screams and shouts from down below.

“It’s kind of hard to explain,” started Milo while he was hovering about 20 meters above the floor.

Peter just gulped.

“I would like to know,” he started, “but if you don’t mind I would rather discuss the matter inside the room.”

Milo looked downwards and when he saw astonished and surprised faces of the people below his face cleared up: “Of course. We don’t have to scare these people anymore.”

He grabbed the window frame and pulled himself into the building.

“Yet our talk needs a bit different ambience.”

He touched Peter lightly and suddenly the two found themselves inside an intimately lit pub. They were sitting at a corner table. The pub was thick with cigarette smoke and an attractive looking waitress waded through it towards their table. She had vast bosom that attracted their attention. She was dressed in a very tight shirt and a mini skirt.

“What can I do you for?”

“A couple of beers,” ordered Milo and winked at her.

“How… how… Haven’t anybody noticed that we just appeared out of the thin air?” Peter finally managed to formulate a meaningful question.

“It’s a kind of a pub where everybody minds his own business.”

“But what about a waitress. She should have noticed it.”

“As far as it is her concern we walked normally through the door and sat at this table.”

“It is just too much. I can’t bare this anymore,” Peter shook his hand.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

“There is something you should know,” yelled Milo after him while Peter was walking through the door.

He found himself on a street and now he was even more confused than before. He was standing in a narrow street and it stank of urine. There were people everywhere. Not far away there was a fruit stand  and an old man with silver beard and silver hair stood behind it. His head was covered with some sort of a cap. He was wearing old worn clothes and he was shouting in some unintelligible language.

He heard a horn from behind and he hardly managed to step to a side when a young man on a scooter drove by. He was feverously winding among people while constantly blowing his horn.

There was a woman sitting on the opposite side of the street. She was wearing a headscarf with a flower pattern. She smiled at him and doing that she showed her toothless mouth.

He carefully turned around and headed back to the pub.

“We are not in Britain anymore,” spoke Milo finally.

“So I have noticed,” said Peter resignedly.

He dragged himself back to the table and sat on the chair.

“Now I could use a beer or two.”

As if she would hear him the waitress appeared in front of them with two bottles of bear and placed them on the table.

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Note from the author: I finally managed to write next chapter and I’ll try to write the next one a bit faster :)