Chapter 9 the end of the railway

Railroad's End (1) I spent many days with the medical emergency team, and then the police came to give me an official ID on the condition that I inform them of the sanitary conditions of my fellow homeless people.When I returned to the railroad and showed myself neatly dressed and clean, I could no longer find the bums, only ashes and burnt clothes remained.I've looked around, but the bums may have left along the railroad, as they always say.At the end of the railway, let my imagination run wild.I sat on the side of the road trying to think about my future.I thought, if I got nowhere with Edgar, I'd follow the railroad, for there must be fields and forests at the end of the railroad.

At night, in the medical emergency team, there were more and more people shouting, and they asked me if I could hide some weapons under my mattress, saying that with me no one would be suspicious.I don't think the situation is good.The police came and firmly sealed off the medical emergency team.They found no weapons, but beat people in front of the door.I was also pulled into the car by them, saying it was against morality.However, I have legal documents. When I saw someone dead, I felt so bad, I let out a cry from my stomach, like my child was dead.The cops tried to slap me, but I saw their eyes widen.I saw myself in the car's side mirror, and I knew they were afraid of me.I got a funny red color again, big nose, big ears.The police never wanted to touch me again and I got into an ambulance.In the shelter, all my hair fell out, but I could play with my ears the same way I used to ostentatiously play with my hair.Nobody bothered me, I couldn't stand and walk anymore, I slept in my own shit and it was warm and I loved the smell.

I became the female companion of many people again, in which no one spoke, and everyone was shouting, singing, drooling, lying on the floor eating and doing similar things.Everyone was very happy, there were no psychiatrists at all, because one day the police took them all away, and some bodies were even rotting in the yard, and people heard gunshots.People eat, drink and have fun in there, and I swear to you, no one wants to bother us there. Every now and then I have a flash of inspiration, and it's like a bolt of lightning.I said to myself, I must see Edgar.The problem is the iron fence with chains

Locked up, and no more food to eat.Some of us started getting really hungry.As for me, I got by because of my reserves, but I found them staring at me like piranhas in the gutter.I was terrified, so I took the lead to sniff the dead bodies in the yard. I thought it smelled good, warm and soft, with thick and white worms splashing sweet juice.Everyone, or almost everyone, jumped on it.And I stick my mouth into those big bellies every morning and the best stuff is there.Something squirmed under my teeth, and then, I went to the sun.They became my breakfast. At that time, people had no interest in bothering me, and we were surrounded by only a few skinny losers, raising their arms and kneeling, saying that we were going to hell.There, I recognized the religious visionary I met the day of my miscarriage, who didn't recognize me.More and more people refused to recognize me. I decided to take a shower from time to time in the last bathroom that was still dripping, but I had to writhe and grit my teeth to get to the bathroom.But when I'm freaking everyone out, I can enjoy some peace and quiet.

I found some books behind broken tiles in the bathroom, and then I found books everywhere, like an infection, even in my mattress.At first, I wanted to eat them, but they were so hard that I had to chew for hours.I tore off the pages to see what I could do with them.Suddenly, I saw Edgar's name.Since I've seen the name in all of my commercials, I recognized it easily.I was very surprised by the name, maybe I was also mentioned in the book?At first, I had some difficulty, but then I quickly remembered, and other letters quickly formed sentences.I only tell you this, and Edgar was severely reprimanded.

Railroad's End (2) I began to read whatever books I could find, not only to pass the time, but to make me forget my hunger, for the dead bodies were soon eaten up.Now, I sit in the attic all day and sleep at night on a mattress that isn't too dirty.I rested and my hair grew back.Sometimes, when I wake up suddenly in the morning, my head will hit the ceiling, because I have a physical reflex to stand on my hind legs again. One night I was reading and they tried to catch me.In the shelter, there was no more food to eat, and I was relatively attractive.When they found me sitting in the attic reading a book, they seemed to hesitate for a moment. They hadn't seen me for a long time. It should be said that I also lost weight.Walking in front was the man with religious visions, and when he recognized me in the half-light, his face suddenly turned pale: "Go away, you devil! Go away, you devil!" Maybe he finally Finally recognized me.I know I'm not something to eat anymore, they can't eat me right away there.Best to take advantage of this opportunity and put on coats before being transferred to the well-organized slaughterhouse.

I rushed out to the yard and found that I was running faster standing up than lying down and my breasts were no longer wobbling.I hold a book in my mouth, but I can hold it with my hands so that I can breathe more easily.I hid in the psychiatrist's old mess hall.There, I found a white coat and put it on, and remembered the past, and the memory almost made me cry.In the pocket of the white coat, there was a twenty-euro note and some keys.After nightfall I can quietly open the bars.I found the man with the religious vision motionless, his body hanging from the iron bars, he was starving and passed out.I took pity on him and dragged him outside, where he lay conspicuously in the church square.I think with a little luck people will recognize him.He did pretty well after that, as you'll see in a minute, but he never thanked me for saving his life.

The next day, I found a newspaper in the trash, praising Edgar for his decision to slam napalm and mop up the asylum.The air didn't seem right, and ash was flying all over the block like dirty snowflakes.I bought a piece of bread, and the female vendor said she was very happy, and said that the focus of the infectious disease affected business.There was a big manhunt going on at the end of the road, luckily I had my papers and I looked decent in my white coat.I said I was a nurse and was let go.I can talk again, maybe because of reading those words in the book, it was like a training for me.

I sat in a coffee shop and finished reading the book I had with me.It was a book by Knut Hamsun or something about extinct animals and whales and herring and great forests and people in love and bad people who stole all their money.As a book, I think it is well written, but there is a sentence that makes me feel very strange. It says in the book that I can still recite it now: "Then, the knife went in. The servant gave a little push or two to let the knife penetrate the skin, and the long blade seemed to It melted away, leaving only the handle of the knife stuck obliquely in its fat neck.At first, the boar didn't notice, he lay for a few seconds and thought for a while.oh!It suddenly understood that someone was going to kill it, so it screamed deafeningly until it couldn't scream anymore. "

I was wondering what kind of guy this servant was, and a thick layer of cold sweat broke out on my back.I would rather laugh, or spit out the words.In cafes, people leer at me because I smile so weirdly, and people stare at my books.I understand it's better to walk away, and I find this sentence a bit damaging, as one newspaper I read said it.At this point, I had the idea that all I had to do was bring this book to Edgar and join his public health campaign, and I'd be able to show up and get a job. "For a purer world," Edgar muttered when he saw me.He called a doctor and the doctor asked me if I was walking around Gorriatt, I didn't even know what that was.It was a new nuclear power center that Edgar had ordered to be built.Let me just say that I worked in a perfume shop.Edgar asked, those chemicals maybe... Edgar seemed interested in that.The doctor said it was possible, but the amount needed to be large, and said that everything was uncertain. In short, it was extremely expensive.Edgar said it would be interesting if the prison could be turned into a pigsty, at least to provide cheap protein.The doctor joked with Edgar.I never knew anything about politics.I am very satisfied with the current price to be treated by a doctor who seems to be very skilled

Railroad's End (3) , that's all I know. Edgar rang an intercom and guess who I saw?Perfume shop owner.He wore a nice black army cap and was even fatter than ever.Unfortunately, he didn't recognize me.There must have been a big misunderstanding, because he took me into a very cold prison, where I couldn't sleep because of people howling every night.It seems bad there.I couldn't stand up again, screaming from my stomach, I really couldn't help it.Worst of all, I don't see the sun all day. After a long time, I shouldn't really say, someone came for me, it was Edgar himself, with all his bodyguards.They seem to be a little drunk, and there are a few watchdogs from "Waterworld".They were very warm to me, which made me feel a little warm again in my heart.The bodyguards put a bridle over my mouth and led me to the heights of the palace.Edgar sings ridiculous dirty songs, damn Edgar.As for me, I couldn't walk at all, maybe because I was hungry. We came to a brightly lit hall where there was dancing, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and draperies of the kind that people are used to nowadays.My eyes were fixed on the closet and the steaming soup bowl.Seeing me, everyone shouted, and everyone stopped dancing and gathered around me.I smell the scent of "coconut grove", these people are elegant and well-dressed.Some of the ladies who wore "Louis Haus" said that Edgar always had a clever way of putting on a party, and then heaved a sigh.A gentleman let a young girl ride me, and I was so weak that I should go on a rampage and eat all over the hall with the girl on my back laughing like hell.Everyone was applauding, and I was the queen of the party for the first time, but I really should have something to eat.Thankfully, the girl was so drunk that she threw up and wobbled on the floor.I can eat something, you finally get it.At this time, the audience cheered thunderously, and the laughter overshadowed the sound of the band. They fed me roast venison, giraffe slices, whole bowls of caviar, maple syrup snacks, African fruits, and wild mushrooms, which were delicious.What a grand festival!I had to stand on my hind legs, stretch my neck, and struggle to reach my food, but that was the rule of the game.Everyone had a good time, and people made me drink champagne, and I got a little dizzy and sentimental after drinking it.I cried, grateful to these people who gave me something to eat. A lady in a beautiful Gilda dress put her arms around me and kissed me on both cheeks, weeping and talking to me in broken bits that I should understand.The two of us rolled on the floor and she seemed to like me.I was so moved that the tears flowed even more fiercely.It's been a long time since people have shown me this much love.The lady stammered, "Look at her crying! Look at her crying!" and people formed a circle around me, and the band was playing out-of-key dance music or some old-fashioned kind.It can be said that these extremely refined people know how to have fun. Now, the ground is covered with caviar and small, crushed eggs.People were waltzing around, Edgar had a girl stripped naked and made me smell her ass, Edgar was always a good fun-seeker.Then, suddenly, the band stopped playing and a bouncer touched Edgar's arm.Edgar tried to get to his feet, and suddenly, very dignified, said: "My dear friends, it is midnight." And they all cried out.I was wondering if it was the end of the world or something, but everyone put their arms around and hugged.I, too, found myself covered in lipstick, among Coconut Grove, Gilda, and Louise Haus. It can be seen that this is not an ordinary occasion. The cathedral built by Edgar in the Arc de Triomphe Square rang loudly twelve times, and then the champagne cork flew up again.I can't drink champagne anymore, and after starving for so long in prison, I'm starting to get sick.I slid my mouth and scraped my breasts as I slid on the muddy waxed floor.Everyone laughed, but I was no longer the center of the party, they seemed to be bored.Edgar had another good show, and I told myself not to fall on me this time.I'm glad I'm not sexy anymore, I'm exhausted like crap. "I told you to come and see me sooner," the hermit said to me in the back seat of his car, leading the driver, "and see what you've become." I was actually a little embarrassed.When we got to his house, he got a loft in the downtown area, which was bigger than before.He put me in a room upstairs, alone, and told me not to defecate anywhere.After that, the hermit made ointment for me every day, massaged me everywhere, and made me drink something.For me, he had the last African rhino killed, too, for powdered rhino horn.Think about it, what is the price of this thing now.I've turned blue, I've turned blue, but the hermit isn't satisfied yet.My curly tail has slowly shrunk, but my ears and mouth remain the same.I let it go, I let it be fed , let people arrange sleep, let people love.What else do you want?