And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.
Mustafa Hamid and Nazim Kemal.
At the end, everything is gray, the clay and blocks of flats in the back. Two potters sat in the empty market place at noon.
William Sevard Burroughs appeared in his own crash and saw red. He willingly began to speak to both potters.
-I’ve been on the road west of New York for weeks, from the former Jork, as they say now, and I hear that Mustafa Hamid has big plans again.-
It made me sick. I stood nearby in the shadows.
Mustafa Hamid wanted to speak, but William stopped him.
-Don’t interrupt me, don’t talk nonsense, the blue twilight will turn into night, the frame and purpose of this story is pictorial freedom, poetry, the Homunculus will not be revived until tomorrow, and I myself will immediately bring it to Parliament!-
Nazim Kemal said, „Wouldn’t it be beautiful if we were real American tours and suddenly we ran there with a camera and flashed it?“
William shook his head: „You will now be both the bearers of a terrible secret.“ I hope you will be able to keep it.
He pointed to the corner.
There lay a sweeping pile of glass, all sorts of tiny parts, as if someone had gutted a living puppet there. He looked into the shadows where I was hiding and grinned.
-I’m ending the connection, ”he said.
-Our shelter is surrounded. I thought we could hide until morning, but I see it’s useless. We will meet together in the Fields of Abundance.-
The Field of Abundance meant the Otherworld.
It’s full of security guards everywhere.
All you have to do is have Your face in front of my eyes.
End of the third chapter.