World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 18

When I was on the threshold of the big palace where Duerf Lomo had his office, the snow started to fall down.

I watched it for a while and I felt an inconceivable sadness. Snow stands for peak of depression. I wonder how people can believe in God: an entity that creates the snow should get a process in an international court for a life sentence. Some respect for every depressed out there. Grandma would have really enjoyed this sentence. 

As I was wandering about the viciousness of God, I felt fingers touching my shoulder. They were drills. Christ, they had dug my shoulder blade and all the organs.

Anyway, it was Jenny, that one with big breasts. I had to admit that in the morning she was nice. I might have fallen in love with Jenny Globe, but I hadn't seen her as the ideal person to spend my life with, make up a family and so on.

"Sir, are you the boy of yesterday?" she asked.  She spoke in a contrite way and she had a lipstick that if you keep looking at it more than a minute you could contract myopia.

"Am I, inversion," I said. "Look: Are the appointments part of the privacy policy and all?" I asked worried.

Jenny ironed her candid blanket because I was seeing her windowsill.  The breasts were too big for being ignored.

"Yes, they are Attorney-client privilege. You are in the office of the most well-known psychoanalyst around the world, by the way."

I couldn't stop my tongue.

"Look Jenny, you are good girl. I can see it. You speak English very well. I mean, you answered me with a 'Yes, they are' and it's uncommon in the County." As I was speaking, Jenny's face was diving in the first confusion gate.

"I get bored to hear some craps, though. I'm not up, I swear." At that point, she was in the loading process. Boys, I could hear the voices inside her head saying: ATTENTION, PLEASE. LOADING. ATTENTION PLEASE.

"You are a ru-" She was carmine like her lipstick. But suddenly, she had been interrupted.

"Jenny, calm down. Invite the boy to take a sit, please."

Boys, it was Duerf Lomo, the psychanalyst who had been studying the mankind's psychology for a lifetime and all.  You have to read the sentence by a solemn tone otherwise it wouldn't have any effect.

Anyway, the lively old was in a classic style: black blower hat, waistcoat and a Scottish wool jacket. His glasses were round and tiny. He was handsome.

"Huh, hi, old in the lift. Sorry, it came out. You don't look like an old at all. Sorry, again." I started to sorry and all.

My intention wasn't to offend him. I swear.

"Jenny, don't be angry. Levi is a distinguished guest. Cancelled every appointment today, please. I'll have much to do. And about your words, Levi, don't worry about it. Age is not on my side."

I thought he was offended and, instead, he surprised me. About the cancelling of every appointment, I thought the old wanted kind of tie me on a chair and force me to say my bank account pin. Then, I realized that I didn't have a damn bank account, and so I accepted the lively old's proposal.

Duerf Lomo indicated me his office and all. A very gentleman. Boys, what an office. A stuff that if you see it you can faint at once. The office yielded richness. It was as same as the Oval Office in the White House. But there was a shaped iceberg bookcase which covered the wall all around. When I saw it, I though immediately to Titanic.

Rose: Jack, I'm flying. Answer: I'm vomiting, instead.

I was convinced that the psychoanalyst liked Titanic. The truth is I couldn't picture Duerf Lomo watching Titanic in front of a TV.