It’s time for home-brewed espresso from that silly looking gadget I’ve happily lived without for three decades. It became my bestie yesterday when I’ve arrived in the middle of nowhere. To be more precise, you arrive to the edge of known, than you turn right, up to nowhere, unexpected right turn towards “more upwards” and towards more nowhere and finally, left turn to your destination: the border. In the middle of nowhere. Between the countries, hills, between the skies and earth. Don’t be fooled that I’m inventing this for the purpose of the story – my GPS guided me to here.
Spirit of J.P.: Who knows how old is that story? It’s not even yours. Perhaps…
Alex: Hello Mr. Cloud!
The cloud slipped from the mountain across the reef and slowly walked into the hollow. There are many strange spirits in these lands of Slavs, so much different from those inhabiting the lands of Franks. Are they living in our minds and are they shaping our thoughts? Maybe those are real after all. Although chased away for centuries, they are still lurking, maybe watching us as the next prey.
The rainbow appeared. Actually two, but disconnected. A strange form of contract, with the front page and the line for signature, without all the terms. A week ago Bambi and his Mom crossed my path from left to right, while 10 years and (maybe) 10 days ago they crossed from right to left. Terms and Services… Fulfilled…? I guess? I never read them, but it ended up relatively well. Even if I could read edit them, who knows if those could be written better.
Alex: Should I Sony-ing it or preserve it on my neurological card? If I Sony-ing it, I could Photoshop it into something perfect!
Spirit of J.P.: You should always tell the truth
Alex for himself: How on Earth I’ve ended up here, completely alone, slowly dipped into the thick warm nihilism. A lot of everything measurable, all checkmarks filled, yet completely alienated. Speaking with all sorts of spirits in my mind.
Spirit of J.P.: At least you’re not in Hell
Alex: I’ve just walked across Hoodichew Most (Devil’s Bridge), thanks for asking, maybe I can tell you something about it!
FB message arrived. Surprisingly fast internet. Walking clouds, nowhere, spirits and fast internet… What a strange blend of ancient and modern.
Blue Fairy: Hey Alex, what are you doing, have you started your GrandTour?
Alex for himself: Thank you physics for this magnificent example of “spooky interaction”. I’ve seen her twice in my life, and yet, she unmistakably pop-up both times when my brain was melting as paintings of Dali.
Alex typing: Hi! Nothing special, I’m drinking coffee with deer and the cloud just walked by…
Blue Fairy: You what?! :D
Alex: I’m completely serious, here is the photo. You see, coffee, deer... The cloud has just walked away.
Blue Fairy: Wow, magnificent, where is that?
Alex: [link] :D Romantic beyond imaginable
Blue Fairy: How on Earth you ended up there?!
Alex: Mostly by chance… I was simply roaming for a couple of days, discovering waterfalls, walking the woods completely alone and just started seriously Solzhenitsyn-ing how I’ve ended up here
Blue Fairy: You realized already?
Alex: More Solzhenitsyn-ing required :D
Alex, reflecting: …so I was doing everything that was logical, yet I’m considered to be worse than Hitler, he had Eva at least. And a dog.
Spirit of J.P.: Don’t be pathetic! Yes, it’s bad, but what was the alternative?!
Alex, reflecting: Ok, you can do it, Rommel was charging those very same hills to die or become immortal, you can Solzhenitsyn-ing harder
Alex, reflecting: I was doing a lot of stupid unnecessary things in the perfect manner. Globally, all of that was right, I climbed all the peaks in those landscapes of known and once I came to the top – I was alone there
Spirit of J.P.: You are suffering stupidly!
Alex: I guess so, although you could be a bit more polite. Alright… Thank you J.P. for making me 10 years older in 10 hours!. Now it’s time to go to foreign lands, after already suffering terribly in the foreign lands… And it's time to make proper sacrifices. You and your damn series…!
Spirit of J.P.: I’ve told you that the story wasn’t yours ;) Epilogue – we will see. Good Rightful stories are transcending. If you keep playing that iterative game according to the rules, it will result in the same old story
Thank you for the inspiration to write it down 
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