World-Wolf - (ENGLISH)

Chapter 26

When I was telling you that usually happens something which you don't expect, I was referring exactly to this damn moment.

These are three weeks which I lived in December 2017. They look not too much, but a lot is happened, God's sake.

About Sigmund Freud, I'm still doing some researches. Google confirmed that he is dead in 1939, but sometimes Internet says lots of bullshit. Often is the real word that say bullshit, too. The thing is that world is made up by persons and therefore people are saying bullshit over bullshit.

I have to admit that I'm pretty pessimist. And maybe among you there will be someone who will agree with Duerf's words... Sigmund Freud – damn it, I don't how to call him. All the stuffs he told me to look for, I put all myself doing that. I made a big effort and I finally understood it. The speech about a hopeful future and all, made me feel goose bumps now. I found a sentence around  and it says "Life: either you live it or you tell it."

I have to tell you this last confession: I chose the second option. People kill me and recently I am always keen to tell stuffs. I don't know why. There's a sort of magic into telling. Then I met up a person. His name is Holden Caulfield. A real friend. I really identified myself in him. To be honest, he changed my perspective, that old. Maybe it was him telling me "Friend, your moment is come: tell this damn story." I did it. I had trust in my friend Holden.

Anyway, when I had told Betty Lee that I hadn't interested in people anymore, back then it was the truth. Then I found out that in this writing process thing, I am really interested about people. I'm looking for these dudes like a werewolf hunter.

When I said 'that was the last time I saw Marion', I meant in that arch of time in which I told my three weeks of December. I know that someone of us is very sad about the goodbye, but I am always in love with the old Marion. What do you think? You can't forget love as you forget the name of the island which Gabe lives. Yes, he's still there. His baby is born. He's the most beautiful baby in the world. I'm not saying lies.

However, about me and Marion, you should not be interested, but perhaps someone has a crush for our relationship. Actually, we were very strange together. Maybe this is why we have never been boyfriend and girlfriend. We would have killed a lot of phonies and the entire world. And this is not a honey word or something like that. This is the truth.

I have to tell you that Marion went away in Africa and she with a group of women proclaimed a diplomatic war against a dictator of a local nation. She got a first page on the New York Times. And maybe this year she could win the Nobel for peace. I would give it to her without any hesitation. The fact remains that I miss her, the old Marion. I meant the old one, The first Marion.

One night she wrote me after a while. She told me I'm travelling around world but I never found a prison break mate like you were. In that moment I fell in love for the second time. I don't know if this can actually happen.

Boys, I will never understand normal people, by the way. I told you about my world, but what can I know if for a Norwegian dude the Eleventh Galaxy and the Nation are lousy concepts? These are complex stuff to explain. Then, I don't have a brain like Sigmund Freud. I call him like that. He's like a friend now. One of those ones always late considering that he's dead back in 1939 and he comes talking to you in 2017. A long wait, I guess.

However, I had booked a flight for the lost island. Once I landed, I booked another ticket and I came back in motherland. I even did some training for my fingers on the keyboard. Every time I speak to you, boys, I think like there was someone of fictional, and I have to admit that this helped me.

Sigmund is disappeared. Neither I tried to contact him, for God. If I tried, I would die right now.

Oddly his Whatsapp number is gone and even his image in pose. I decided to not focus on the matter.

Another thing I decided is that to not announce to the entire world my madness. Thinking about a lot of people who read the bullshit I wrote, make me anxious. So this historic event of this account, Sigmund Freud and the strangest three weeks of my life, it would remain on the laptop which I have found on the seat of the plane.

I'm going to take down even the desktop image, that one with Russovskia submerged by water.

I can't bear the idea that millions of people may die. I'd like to save them, seriously. But I don't know how. My suitcase with the bathrobe in is on the bed. I bring always the laptop with me. Someone could steal it and publish my story. I could die if someone would do it. Maybe you don't know the exact spot, but I think you understood that Sigmund opened a lot of Wormhole.

Now, I'm a hunter of diversity. I dream to write a film one day. One of those which people in cinemas stand up and applause. But I don't know yet how to start with the screenplay.

I learnt the conjunction of the verb to believe. I wasted a lot of time, but at the end I nailed it.

Boys, every people in this account, I really met them. You know, I'm not a phony.

About the Eleventh Galaxy and the Nation, I learned a thing from this tell: I'm a hell of dreamer, but as Sigmund said, genius imagine first and then transform the unreal into real. I followed the tip. I don't know if I made it. But I'm sure about one thing now: the suitcase with the bathrobe is ready and now it is time to hunt the others.