TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

Three Texts been sent by someone: I was observing, taking part in what was happening, but I remained ever free from its burden, ever with something beating inside and carrying me back upwards, with the birds. And then, while I was standing in the hallway and lost in my thoughts, a broom leaning against the wall began to topple over. If I hadn’t been there it would have crashed, smacking the floor strongly with the dynamics of a hut of cards collapsing onto itself. However, I took it between my palms, weighed it, then put it back in place, giving it the correct angle. I recognized the sign, a warning from one of the ventures that had been destined for me, and I read somewhere in theair, butas if engraved thereonastone, that in the future something quite similar would have happened to me, as if a little bird or a child had fallen from a building and I, facing the balcony at that very moment, had caught it in my arms, weighed it in my hands, like that broomstick. Back then, I often heard of a seaquake that could have hit our region and carried everything off. This was perhaps one of those predictionsmade by pointing the compass at the icemelting away at the poles, shortening our candle. The fact is that every nowand then I found myself in some corner of the house, holding a small object and with a very serious game to play. The objects might be coins, cards, balls, or anything else that I chanced upon. For example, if I could not do something with certain felt pens, or if some specific action failed, the sea would crash down upon us, wiping out everything. The fate of many people was in my hands, though no one could suspect this. At times, indeed at all times, facing the worst outcome, I was ready to change the response immediately: “I had not said if the two threads became entwined , I had said if they remained close ,” and everything was recombined, slipped once again between the pieces of that very risky game.

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