No. 4 is me. Son of a papermaker, who ran away from home, refusing a promising career in papermaking to pursue enlightenment. I have been a disciple of Satoshi for four years now, and I have taken 1,200 blows already. My mother wouldn’t recognize my face even if she collected the missing pieces and put them all together like a jigsaw puzzle. She probably wouldn’t recognize my dnk either. “None Master!” I shout and take the blow. A piece of my right ear finishes on a branch of a cherry tree which is in full blossom. It isn’t the physical pain that hurts as much as my inability to find the right answer. I am digging in my brain and in my guts for it day and night. Sometimes I wish I had listened to my father, sometimes I wish I was a drug cartel hitman in Mexico, eliminating politicians who are not corrupt enough. And Fuji puffs another smoke. ***
equality of the sexes manual (page 1294) … famous feminist urges screenwriters to insert more female characters in scripts and portray them in a natural tender feminine way.
I am back on track. I’m approaching the woman with the kapo armband. She is yelling at anyone who doesn’t move forward in time. “Schnell! Schnell you Slavic rats! Schnell!” *** I am in Africa, it is 1986. We hold 74th position in the overall standing: 2 days, 14 hours, 4 minutes and 6 seconds behind the leaders. I’m a co-driver on the Paris–Dakar rally. I can see nothing while I am shouting directions. We pass poor villages 9 right!, civil wars 4 left!, starving children 200 sqaure left!, cholera 6 right!. I’m barking directions like a lunatic. Bloody diamonds 7 right!, starvation 50 m long 5 left!, Ebola kink left severity 4!.
a user guide for co-drivers on the saharan rally (page 534) … codriver’s duty is also to encourage the driver and cheer him up, especially if the latter feels blue or suffers from manic depression, bipolar disorder or shows symptoms of schizophrenia.
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“Come on now! Let’s go! Go … Go … Go … push this fucking Japanese wreckage harder … Uoooo … yeeees …” … turn 6 right! coup d’état 9 right!, raped women 100 M oversqaure left!, aids very long right 6!, yellow fever 9 left!, gangs stealing petrol jump!, militias kink right severity 6!, child soldiers 100 square left!, refugees 5 right! I read the map, I listen to the gps. We see nothing, we have 260 horsepower, and sand is all over us. Then we crash. Our car flips over a couple of times before it lands in a sand dune. “What the fuck is this?!” I shout, because there wasn’t anything on the map.