World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 21

I knew that people were watching us with that usual phony expression, but for us - me and R - it didn't matter. We spent that day together. We stopped at a fast food and we ate five hot dogs per head. Incredible stuff. I was excited. I mean, boys, try to find a friend who you have a perfect tune with, and thn let me know about it.

R was healing my depression, but at the end he would have revealed an asshole. We were sat on a bench in a park at dusk, now.

"Shit, we look like two homosexual" He was still a little bit high.

"Why should we care about people, R? They speak always. They look like goldfishes who open their mouth without purpose" I noticed a motionless iced small lake some centimetres away.

"Look, brother. You are the most faithful and smartest friend I've ever had. I wanted to—"

At that point, I interrupted R the Weeder. I knew what he was going to tell me. I didn't know if the weed had allowed me to be a prophet.

"You gotta go, old R. I know. I can see that you're an in-motion boy."

I think R felt himself like shit. Perhaps because I did an uncanny expression. I did that to make him feel guilty.

"Everyone goes away soon or later, old R. These damn relationships, they are like a motorway. Cars speed without never stop the engines. The weed you gave me, makes me a little bit moron."

I was sprawled on the bench and as always the cold was killing my bones.  The upper arch was frozen. Some marijuana was still flowing into my system, though. I felt myself strange and I don't want to say sentences like 'A part of me knew that R would have gone and bla bla.' You can find bullshit like that in films. This show is dedicated to foolish, crazy and to those ones who don't know what to make of their lives because just looking around and wondering what become and don't know it, it makes this shit more exciting.

"Anyway, you are really my best friend, my brother. You made me happy this day. Hold on, I want to know who is Russovski Oilman."

"Where are you heading, old R?" I asked.

I was looking the motionless small lake. The icy water is sad. It makes you realize that nothing is unbeatable in nature. It doesn't exist any kind of element stronger than another one or an animal.  What I meant is, a lion could easily be killed by snake which could stick its teeth in the lion's jugular and inject him a quantity of poison capable to kill the lion in two second. Maybe I have been too dramatic.

"I dunno, brother. I don't know. You know, before, when we were sat on bins, I forced myself to not hear you when you were talking about your mom's death. You're lucky, brother. I have never had a mom. At least you have known her. I have just had an dickhead as dad."

When I looked at him, R was scraping his shoes on the ground and moving some leaves. The curly braids covered his face. He looked embarrassed.

"Do you wanna know a poem which I heard today? I did. He nodded.

"And immediately resumes/ the journey. Such as/ after the shipwreck/ a survivor/ world-wolf. I've heard it from a boy, but he didn't know what it meant. I'm pretty sure to have messed up some words" I confessed.

"Huh, so look up on internet and you can resolve the puzzle. The internet is insane!" R gave me a hint all brightened.

I thought about it a little bit, I have to be honest.

"I'm not going to do that. Find out the truth it would destroy this poem. I like the verse World-Wolf. Maybe because I like wolves. I don't have a favourite colour, or an animal. But that animal attract me, R. Trust me, it's very hard to explain you it in words." I made one of those insane sigh. For a moment, I wanted to know the lungs' capacity to contain oxygen. Then curiosity flew away.

"Do you know the bullshit which says that every human being is the reincarnation of an animal, brother? Red men practised this rite. I've always admired that folks, you know that? Those bastards fought till the end. Then when one aims you a gun straight on your head, you can't do a shit. Screw God, screw the world. This is life."

R stopped himself. Boys, far way, not so far away, a wind was eradicating objects like a hurricane. In fact, I though a storm would have followed soon.

"Yeah, old R."

"That matter about parallel universe and timeline. Do you believe that?"

I looked at him and R was unsure. He had the expression of someone who desires that someone else gives him the courage to believe in something.

"I have some difficulties with to believe verb. I think I don't know the tenses of this verb or something went wrong when the teacher explained me it back in primary school. I'm sure is the second option."

"Yeah, Levi. But time topic is interesting. I'm still high. Maybe that's why I'm so damn focus on it. I like to think about that the twenty years older version of me is living in a parallel universe or that kid me is still living in another world. I'm wondering what the hell is doing the kid me right now. I was a Lego addicted, do you know that?"

"R, that old screwed with me. Those kind of people like doing it, they like to try their messy theories on people or something like that. Even if several, endless parallel universe existed, how the hell one would access to them? I would like to get a door at least. No tunnels like in sci-fi films or time-machine. I really can't stand them."

The time topic, its relativity and Einstein stuffs, they are arguments which you can bet the neurons of your brain like in gambling.

"But, brother, think if existed stuff like that. It's a damn puzzle. The components have to stick together otherwise the game never ends. It occurs just a little to change this shit, Levi" R was hopeful.

"I don't care about changing people or something like that. I never cared in all my life" I answered with sincerity.

"What are you interested about?" He asked. I felt that it wasn't a snarky curiosity, but instead benign one. Anyway, I was annoyed by the question.  The same annoying feeling of when you buy a wool jacket and you start scratching everywhere.

"I've interest in many stuffs, expect people. Everything but not people. I can't be interested in them."

"Heeeeeell, my friend. You're very strange. But I like you. So after that, where are you heading?" He asked. Then he stood up.

"R, does nobody tell you that you make too many questions? I don't wanna be rude, but I'm not going to tell nothing."

The rude part of me came out. I was like that one, Winston Churchill, always thoughtful and frowned.

"Okay, brother. I say peace. If you figured out the secret of time and you should meet me somewhere else, just remind me of you. The futuristic version of me will remember. The version older of me I don't think so."

Boys, R was more confused than Be or Not to Be dilemma.

"Goodbye R" I greeted him. He hugged me. Then he was gone as well. I remained lonely with myself, again.

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One day I will be able to translate from Italian to English and not lose the meaning during the translation

Luca 💙