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A STORYWITH NO
BEGINNING
In the beginning of the
spring of 2006, a slender,
dark-skinned man set out
for a village in the rugged
mountains of the North
on a highly confidential
mission with a specific
task to perform. He had
been given a special and
dangerous order to carry
out a job no other human
being could.
Hewasoneofthosecunning
and misleading souls who
always act the innocent.
His deceptive smile was a
great help in assuming a
tho usand different guises.
He was one of those rare
clowns who could play
mischievously with every
heart and toy with every
soul. His smile, and the
ability to feign a look of
sadness, were his lethal
weapons. Had the Devil
seen him in that condition
he would have been very
pleased to have spawned
such an artful creation – a
man who dances to every
tune but, deep in his soul,
remains a loyal servant.
The man himself would
not be shy to admit it: ‘I’m
a loyal servant to those
who feed me and give me
my power.’
As he ascended, the man
with the devilish scheme
was taken aback by how
harsh and inaccessible the
area was. He climbed the
long slope for eight hours,
whistling contentedly and
carrying a small bundle of
food. It was his first visit
to the area. Despite his
wickedness and history, his
fear of failuremeant hehad
wanted to avoid this task.
He knew something about