Páteční podvečerní čtení ,,A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou .“ Kapitola 45.

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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Chapter Forty-Five.

Or stardust?

Black dog Spot ran with a bark for the white ambulance. The car raced through the streets like lightning. The wounded boy threw up his hands and kept shouting in a pirate voice – I don’t want to go to the hospital! I’m a pirate! –
-You got IT ,Beard men-the medic laughed-just lie in bed and drink castor oil!-
The blond approached him. – No drugs! – He smiled forcedly.
-Just blood.-

The journey ended at the port. The rescue crew unloaded their cargo and began carrying heavy boxes marked Made in Poland, Made in Holland, which a local official counted and wrote down.
I didn’t wait for it to end, but I slipped out and went into town.

Dr. Klein smiled sadly.-The people here are very suspicious about psychiatry. They’re immediately in full armor as soon as I try something like that, so I have to proceed as usual as possible. This is probably not the best way, but even an ordinary patch is better than nothing.-
He set the backpack on the counter, rolled up his massive black mustaches, and said with exaggerated worship — Good evening!
It wasn’t ten in the morning.

He paid for the food, wiped the sweat from his throat with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth, and added- Colonization will be carried out by the method of the last century, with the only difference being that the soldiers are replaced by police and donkeys by helicopters.
Do you know how they intend to proceed?
He shook his head.-Airborne.-
He waved his hand.
-Pilots are looking for a suitable place to land and the police already know what awaits them.-he added. Then he picked up the discarded circular, opened it, and read the red lines.
-It is not enough to establish contact with the natives. It is necessary to build a police station. There are clashes, blood is flowing. There are losses on both sides, and the idea of ​​civilizing cannibals is bitter for indigenous police officers. There are fewer and fewer who are willing to do this work.
-So we won’t even report to them on the radio? Do you have a walkie-talkie?
I’d rather not even listen, „he said, stunned.

I grabbed his shoulder.- You shrimp! What cabaret did you drag me into? It’s the guy here!
-You’re right, buddy, but I didn’t know what it looked like here either.
The shouted houses drove by Sullivan into the savannah created a neighborhood called the Flycatcher.
The streets of the center remained a complex, impossible solution to the maze. Time passed, lazily, like mud.
Why did I have to go so desperately for more details?

The floor of the room was cleanly washed and covered with a red, already trampled, but thoroughly dusted carpet of old pattern. The beds were great with clean sheets, the table was covered with a flowered tablecloth that reached to the floor, there was an ancient vase with a large bouquet.
The top five chairs were set up around the table.
What are you doing here with the five women? – Matyáš Kometa asked.
Mr. Marek looked like he was undressing a snake.
He blushed like a peony.
Sweet odors. He listened to his life. He often dreamed of childhood beans that bacon, which the heroes of his boyhood, a cowboy, ate in the morning and evening, must taste when they dismounted and made a small fire on the prairie. At that moment, he felt a strange delusion surround him.
It was frowning.
And suddenly something like a terrible, black ghost reaching out of a maze of dark thoughts.
The Captain stood there, leaning forward, until it seemed to either break or vomit.

-You can still die a heroic death, „he told Mr. Mark. But only the old fig trees heard it. It was like a return to the cities of your youth – you can already see on the outskirts how everything has changed during your absence.
So what’s left?
-I’ll get lost in English, ”said the Captain.
The endless voyage through the nights began.

End of chapter forty-five.


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