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Continuation of Part One.
Later that same day. Ottür on the phone. The dining room are crammed with people. Footsteps sound outside. Impossible to ascertain on what type of top, it could be gravel, asphalt or gravel on asphalt, or it could be gravel on grass. It's just not done ascertaining the top. The same with the direction. Faint cries. The curtains flaps in the wind. A whisper. Ottür stand at the door between the dining room and the hall. He looks exhausted. Nobody says anything. Engine noise. A door slams shut on the floor above. Ottür returns to his seat. Nobody says anything. Ottür looks at his plate. He looks at the object that somebody has put on it. Someone has put human fesces on his plate. It is covered with flies. Ottür looks up and realizes that everybody around him are talking but that their voices are drowned by the buzz of the flies. Nobody can hear what anybody else says. The phone is not just dead, it is no more. Ottür suddenly looks up, smiling. He whisks away the flies and stands up. Everyone cheers and a few even whistles.
It's snowing outside and it's therefore clear that something has happened outside. Cameras flash. "What do you say about this?" someone says to someone else. From a window high above, Ottür turns to a woman sitting in a comfortable armchair. Ottür clears his throat and addresses the woman, "I would like to take another look at the future." The woman in the armchair laughs out loud. Turns away to look at something. Ottür clears out of the room.
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Thu Dec 18, 2008 1:49 pm
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Continuation of Part One.
Later that same day. Ottür on the phone. The dining room are crammed with people. Footsteps sound outside. Impossible to ascertain on what type of top, it could be gravel, asphalt or gravel on asphalt, or it could be gravel on grass. It's just not done ascertaining the top. The same with the direction. Faint cries. The curtains flaps in the wind. A whisper. Ottür stand at the door between the dining room and the hall. He looks exhausted. Nobody says anything. Engine noise. A door slams shut on the floor above. Ottür returns to his seat. Nobody says anything. Ottür looks at his plate. He looks at the object that somebody has put on it. Someone has put human fesces on his plate. It is covered with flies. Ottür looks up and realizes that everybody around him are talking but that their voices are drowned by the buzz of the flies. Nobody can hear what anybody else says. The phone is not just dead, it is no more. Ottür suddenly looks up, smiling. He whisks away the flies and stands up. Everyone cheers and a few even whistles.
It's snowing outside and it's therefore clear that something has happened outside. Cameras flash. "What do you say about this?" someone says to someone else. From a window high above, Ottür turns to a woman sitting in a comfortable armchair. Ottür clears his throat and addresses the woman, "I would like to take another look at the future." The woman in the armchair laughs out loud. Turns away to look at something. Ottür clears out of the room.
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Thu Dec 18, 2008 1:49 pm
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