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keys over and over again the numbers eight, one, four, six, twenty-one. They spent three hours in that stupid state cyber snuff was sweating and was invaded by Lebanese who questioned my cleavage. I tried to fake my nervousness, I realized I was alone writing an unaddressed mail and I was thirsty, very thirsty. I got up and went to get a bottle of water, I asked the guy in red robe and froze the price. I spoke in another language, yes, in another language. Everyone did. My body shuddered at that reality, at that moment three eyes met with mine I tried to speak but a blow to the back stopped me. I was scared and walked did the box, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, then walked to the back of the room. I stopped and asked a woman but her place was this icy silence was his best answer. I watched from the corner where I realized I was inside a house that seemed endless tunnel, with a row of computers on each side and a series of faces immersed in colored robes. My hands got cold, restless, I felt liquid running between my legs, tried to retire quickly but the man looked at the counter and put his black hand from my mouth, I could not escape. Urge on my pants trying to find money but only had a pair of keys and a tiny red stone. My words were suffocated, I had to sit a moment because my legs succumbed to the weight of my flesh. I looked at the mirror that was in front and I looked into carefully the details of my face, neck, hands, clothes until my eyes fell. I had no shoes, was barefoot and my feet were those of a black, yes, as dark as night. I rose to the heights and from there I saw my picture distorted. Calm down, calm down I said my head but my heart spoke in his ear, he shouted louder. I wanted to understand what had happened, I thought of the day before but an opaque nebula crossed memories, I kept trying and Benoit reminded, that Frances met in Pas de la Casa and it was my last memory. Where are you Benoit? repeated several times until my thoughts were violated by robed man. From his lips appeared psychedelic sounds, its outstanding blue-veined hands wanted to touch me. For a moment I followed closely the route of his left hand, was ecstatic, is a Lebanese lefty thought. Suddenly, in a moment, that image was erased. He kept talking and the more I talked more I lost myself in my head. He did not listen, I inhaled and remembered I was writing on the computer 32, was quickly that position and began to revise the pages that were open. Google was the search information of Beirut, also page Italian Travel Service, Hotmail and other private Company of Mushrooms. I did not understand anything. I began to mourn and mourn and cry out in anger because she was trapped inside me and in that house until a disastrous playful laughter caught my lips.