Čtení v na kozlíku kočáru s Kočím Směrů ,, A za ruku jsem držel astronautku Petersovou“ kapitola dvacet osm.

Napsáno více jak před deseti lety, jakákoli podobnost s čímkoli je náhodná nebo klasická synchronicita jako dnes ráno kdy jsem otočil dva Mágy po sobě. Jistě. Náhoda. Jistě,synchronicita. Tedy vzhůru na kozlík kočáru s Kočím Směrů !

And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.

Lubomír Tomik

Goat, Carriage and Coach Directions in a colorful landscape.

The sun rose higher in the sky. Landscape with green and yellow hills. Tops that miraculously rise in the valley like huge sleeping elephants. And along the paths fences covered with roses, small blooming roses creeping up the pillars or hanging on iron wires. Everything is delicate, as if painted, one almost wants to cry how beautiful everything is.

Is not.

The carriage travels on a sun-drenched path that winds to a height above the valley.
Kočí Směrů, spread out on a goat, smoked and told about long journeys, voyages and riots of sailors, cruisers, submarines and Ivan Poddubný and other famous wrestlers, about strongmen who pick up three horses with a car and ten people still sit in the car. .
-Unfortunately, I can not spread further on this thing, because… - says Coachman directions.

The wheels of the carriage rattled, and Mr. Mark's voice came into the sound.
-To Africa. I will become a doctor and go to Africa. One can do anything. He can change anything. Will is needed. Turn the world around, turn it upside down, take it off your skin. I am free now.-
He turns in Coach's directions.
-Did I tell you about one of our most interesting experiments? No? Both subjects underwent surgery, each of which introduced two tiny membranes into the brain, one membrane connected to the center of aggression, the other to the area of ​​sexual activity. Outside the test room, we have a transmitter that acts on this or that membrane, so from our control panel we can influence the behavior of the test subjects in terms of their aggressiveness or sexuality. Unfortunately, the shots did not work very well, although we used several cameras. Imagine the control panel, there are two units, one for a woman, one for a man. We affect their sexuality and you see how the wild freak suddenly changes to stroking and then to intercourse. During her, we activate the woman's aggression, start to rage and beat around each other, a man who is under the influence of sexual arousal tries in vain to seize her. It almost looks like a farce, sometimes you can't help but laugh. But it is a fact. We play Gods.-

The coachman said quietly-For me it's not a fact.-
Mr. Marek answered him- Yes. God descends from any mountain, goes through a dark and quiet forest, wild beasts everywhere.-
There is silence, no sounds of cars rolling on the highways of the world. Not a single sound is heard. There is even silence.

Christ's crooked face in pain, the inaudible cry behind bared teeth. That's the silence. When was the last time you were silent?
- Stop !!! - shouts the Coachman's directions to the horses and obediently stops you.
He jumps off the goat on the ground, on all fours, sways from side to side and, like frenetic Japanese women, does the same, whining like a shot dog.
A group of children appears on the way.
The boys have shorts and are pretty tanned.
-Trumpers! Trumpet greetings!
The bugle blew the trumpet.
The coachman threw again.
The boys passed them, lined up in two steps.
Mr. Marek slaps Kočí's back.
The trumpet player trumpeted, some of the boys' eyes wandered to where the Coachmen gave directions, and they continued on their way, but before they got back to London, their eyes swelled. Several members of the unit then had to get rid of parasites for many months, which burrowed into their eyes and disturbed the cornea.
The coachman wiped his mouth — but suddenly!

A roaring cry escaped his throat, a hoarseness of terror.
The steel blade of the fang flashed in the sun! Fang!
And Mr. Marek stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and stabled and stabled and stabled with a convulsive hand, drops of blood swirling in the air on all sides, the unit was long gone.

The coachman's directions lay, showing no signs of life. Where was that life? Where does everything happen when an empty body lies as if it is asleep? Where are the ideas on the way elsewhere?

The sun was shining high in the sky.
Mr. Marek mounted a goat.
He took the reins. He looked at the body in the dust of the road.
- He sighed. - Hey!
And the blood of the Coachman's Directions shone on the sleeves of his travel jacket.

End of chapter twenty-eight. 

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