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In the beginning, it was a word
-Hello.
-Hello to you too.
-I brought that.
-Ah, okay. Where is?
-It's here.
-Where here?
-In the bag.
-I don't understand anything.
-Why?
-You said it was in the bag. How is that possible?
-Do you think I'm kidding you?
-No, I think you're lying to me.
-Uh, okay. Let's sit down, please.
-I do not have time.
-Don't do that, we all have time. Always.
-You really don't understand me. And you are rude.
-I told you, sit down, please.
-I do not want that. I want you to give it to me now.
-You know it's impossible. For the third time, I suggest you sit down. Finally. Well, nice. It's much better this way. Would you like something to drink?
-I'm not here for tea. Where is your bag?
-Why tea? You can take something else. Coffee? Juice? Maybe just water?
-You really can't hear me. Where is your bag? I want to see it. I have to go. Please.
-This is how we will do it. First, let's have a drink. Then, I will show you everything, don't worry. Deal?
-I think we agreed differently on the phone.
-Maybe, but will one drink change anything? Can't wait a few minutes?
-You don't understand. I have to have it, as soon as possible. My fingers can't take it. My eyes will burn. I'm nervous, and I really need it, now.
-Weird, really. You seemed completely different to me on the phone.
-You are me too. So, show me.
-You are persistent. It's getting a little annoying. Sorry. Thank you, this is for me, tea. And just give the gentleman a glass of water. Thanks again.
-I told you, I don't want anything.
-Ignore his words. Bring as I told you. Thank you. Why are you looking at me? The young man will bring everything quickly.
-You are deaf, you don't hear me. I don't want anything.
-How nothing? And the bag? The one inside?
-Don't kid me. You don't know me. I repeat, do not kid me.
-Okay, I'll show you, but answer me first. Have you always been like this?
-What do you mean?
-I mean like this, nervous, you're shaking, your lips are trembling, you're pale, you're shouting.... or is it just now.
-Sir, please don't torture you. I'll give you money, tell me how much you need.... just tell me and let's go.
-Where should we go?
-To each their own, man.
-Take it easy, don't shout.
-How can I not shout, how? I need it, now.
-Listen to me. I know everything. It's all clear to me. Believe me, a few years ago I looked like this, just like you.
-I'm not interested in that. Why are you telling me all this? Find the bag and give it to me.
-Do not worry. I just wanted to tell you something, first of all. Sorry. Ah, here's your water. Thank you. Drink that. Calm down. We'll be quick. You see you were thirsty. Can I have another glass of water?
-Yes, I would love to. I liked this.
-Alright. Boy, sorry, more water here, please. As I told you, I know everything.
-You think?
-Oh yes. I am sure. Wake up with a bang. In the evening, the same, you lie down with a temperature. It's all stronger than you.
-Yes, it is. How do you know?
-Well.... unfortunately or fortunately, I know. Here, more water. Drink, calm down. Thank you. Just in case, after, bring another glass of water, please.
-Uh, it's a little easier for me. But you know, I still think you should give it to me right now and we should part ways. Better for everyone.
-Do not worry. But how long does it all take?
-What?
-So all this, your condition?
-Several years. Why is that important?
-It's not important. Or maybe it is. I do not know.
-Then why are you questioning me? Show me the bag. By the way, I don't even see the bag. How is it possible for everything to fit in the bag?
-Yes you're right.
-What am I right?
-So that you don't see the bag. I don't have it.
-Are you making a fool out of me?
-No why. I answer you. And I agree. There is no bag.
-I can't do this anymore, really. I'm going, I can't. Either I'll beat you up or.... I don't know....
-Calm down. The bags are there.
-What? How?
-I'm telling you, the bags are there. You were right, I don't have a bag, but I do have bags.
-Please don't do this to me. I can't take it anymore, my body.... my mind....
-I know, I understand how you feel.... I am....
-I don't care about you, you don't know anything. Stop talking. Take this money and give it all to me.
-All right, if you want it that way.... then.... just a moment. Boy, please, let me pay for this. Here you go. Thank you. Okay, now I can get up and go.
-Thank God. Finally. Thank God you took pity. Where are we going?
-We'll go here, behind, in the parking lot. There's a car over there.
-Wonderful, wonderful.... you could do this immediately, like this.
-We'll be quick.... but tell me, how did you last until me.... how did you help yourself in the last few days ?
-Do not ask. It's all the same. The same pages, the same letters.... I'm sick of it. My soul is suffering. The repetitions are killing me, really. Do not ask. I wanted to set all the shelves on fire. The important thing is that you and I are here, now. I gave you the money, you give me the bags. How many bags do you have?
-Five.
-Uh, unbelievable. I don't want to confuse you more, but I have to ask you.... why are you selling it?
-I do not know. Maybe, because it's a repetition for me. I know everything. Every letter, every line, every mistake.
-Yes, I understand you. Then, smartly, yes. You did well. Oh, big bags. Thank you. Thank you very much.
-How will you take it home.
-Don't worry, there are taxis.
-Oh, no, tell me where you live, I have a car.
-No, no.... don't worry. I can do it myself. But, just one more question.... what's inside? Is it as you told me on the phone?
-Yes, you have everything inside. Two bags are full of old writings, from the East. One bag is your old, Greek, translations. In the one over there, the big one, you have writings in Persian, the writings of Omar Hajjam, all the Islamic philosophers. And this small bag, there are several large books, the writers are the first Christians, people from the caves in Sinai, and one large book of illustrations from Constantinople.
-I can not believe it. You extended my life. My eyes will have new words, new pages in front of them.... you saved me.
-Excuse me, I would like to ask you something.
-Yes, ask.
-All these books, and all those books on the shelves.... why, why all this?
-Well.... no intimacy or reciprocity is greater than the intimacy of the soul with God and God with the soul. He created various substances. The sky, the ground, this Sun, the grass, the water, all the trees.... but, above all, God created the word. Do you understand now, what kind of kinship we have with language, a living word. Are you listening to me? Are you okay?
-I'm a little tired, all of a sudden. Please how much are these books? I would buy them, again, for myself.
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Nobody ever saw these two men again. There are several stories. Someone says that secretly, at night, they meet in the same place and sell books to each other. Always the same books, in the same bags. Others say that one of them killed the other and stole all the books. They equally say that each of them is a murderer. I don't know, I think they hid somewhere and are reading. When they don't have books, then they tremble and suffer.
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-Hello to you too.
-I brought that.
-Ah, okay. Where is?
-It's here.
-Where here?
-In the bag.
-I don't understand anything.
-Why?
-You said it was in the bag. How is that possible?
-Do you think I'm kidding you?
-No, I think you're lying to me.
-Uh, okay. Let's sit down, please.
-I do not have time.
-Don't do that, we all have time. Always.
-You really don't understand me. And you are rude.
-I told you, sit down, please.
-I do not want that. I want you to give it to me now.
-You know it's impossible. For the third time, I suggest you sit down. Finally. Well, nice. It's much better this way. Would you like something to drink?
-I'm not here for tea. Where is your bag?
-Why tea? You can take something else. Coffee? Juice? Maybe just water?
-You really can't hear me. Where is your bag? I want to see it. I have to go. Please.
-This is how we will do it. First, let's have a drink. Then, I will show you everything, don't worry. Deal?
-I think we agreed differently on the phone.
-Maybe, but will one drink change anything? Can't wait a few minutes?
-You don't understand. I have to have it, as soon as possible. My fingers can't take it. My eyes will burn. I'm nervous, and I really need it, now.
-Weird, really. You seemed completely different to me on the phone.
-You are me too. So, show me.
-You are persistent. It's getting a little annoying. Sorry. Thank you, this is for me, tea. And just give the gentleman a glass of water. Thanks again.
-I told you, I don't want anything.
-Ignore his words. Bring as I told you. Thank you. Why are you looking at me? The young man will bring everything quickly.
-You are deaf, you don't hear me. I don't want anything.
-How nothing? And the bag? The one inside?
-Don't kid me. You don't know me. I repeat, do not kid me.
-Okay, I'll show you, but answer me first. Have you always been like this?
-What do you mean?
-I mean like this, nervous, you're shaking, your lips are trembling, you're pale, you're shouting.... or is it just now.
-Sir, please don't torture you. I'll give you money, tell me how much you need.... just tell me and let's go.
-Where should we go?
-To each their own, man.
-Take it easy, don't shout.
-How can I not shout, how? I need it, now.
-Listen to me. I know everything. It's all clear to me. Believe me, a few years ago I looked like this, just like you.
-I'm not interested in that. Why are you telling me all this? Find the bag and give it to me.
-Do not worry. I just wanted to tell you something, first of all. Sorry. Ah, here's your water. Thank you. Drink that. Calm down. We'll be quick. You see you were thirsty. Can I have another glass of water?
-Yes, I would love to. I liked this.
-Alright. Boy, sorry, more water here, please. As I told you, I know everything.
-You think?
-Oh yes. I am sure. Wake up with a bang. In the evening, the same, you lie down with a temperature. It's all stronger than you.
-Yes, it is. How do you know?
-Well.... unfortunately or fortunately, I know. Here, more water. Drink, calm down. Thank you. Just in case, after, bring another glass of water, please.
-Uh, it's a little easier for me. But you know, I still think you should give it to me right now and we should part ways. Better for everyone.
-Do not worry. But how long does it all take?
-What?
-So all this, your condition?
-Several years. Why is that important?
-It's not important. Or maybe it is. I do not know.
-Then why are you questioning me? Show me the bag. By the way, I don't even see the bag. How is it possible for everything to fit in the bag?
-Yes you're right.
-What am I right?
-So that you don't see the bag. I don't have it.
-Are you making a fool out of me?
-No why. I answer you. And I agree. There is no bag.
-I can't do this anymore, really. I'm going, I can't. Either I'll beat you up or.... I don't know....
-Calm down. The bags are there.
-What? How?
-I'm telling you, the bags are there. You were right, I don't have a bag, but I do have bags.
-Please don't do this to me. I can't take it anymore, my body.... my mind....
-I know, I understand how you feel.... I am....
-I don't care about you, you don't know anything. Stop talking. Take this money and give it all to me.
-All right, if you want it that way.... then.... just a moment. Boy, please, let me pay for this. Here you go. Thank you. Okay, now I can get up and go.
-Thank God. Finally. Thank God you took pity. Where are we going?
-We'll go here, behind, in the parking lot. There's a car over there.
-Wonderful, wonderful.... you could do this immediately, like this.
-We'll be quick.... but tell me, how did you last until me.... how did you help yourself in the last few days ?
-Do not ask. It's all the same. The same pages, the same letters.... I'm sick of it. My soul is suffering. The repetitions are killing me, really. Do not ask. I wanted to set all the shelves on fire. The important thing is that you and I are here, now. I gave you the money, you give me the bags. How many bags do you have?
-Five.
-Uh, unbelievable. I don't want to confuse you more, but I have to ask you.... why are you selling it?
-I do not know. Maybe, because it's a repetition for me. I know everything. Every letter, every line, every mistake.
-Yes, I understand you. Then, smartly, yes. You did well. Oh, big bags. Thank you. Thank you very much.
-How will you take it home.
-Don't worry, there are taxis.
-Oh, no, tell me where you live, I have a car.
-No, no.... don't worry. I can do it myself. But, just one more question.... what's inside? Is it as you told me on the phone?
-Yes, you have everything inside. Two bags are full of old writings, from the East. One bag is your old, Greek, translations. In the one over there, the big one, you have writings in Persian, the writings of Omar Hajjam, all the Islamic philosophers. And this small bag, there are several large books, the writers are the first Christians, people from the caves in Sinai, and one large book of illustrations from Constantinople.
-I can not believe it. You extended my life. My eyes will have new words, new pages in front of them.... you saved me.
-Excuse me, I would like to ask you something.
-Yes, ask.
-All these books, and all those books on the shelves.... why, why all this?
-Well.... no intimacy or reciprocity is greater than the intimacy of the soul with God and God with the soul. He created various substances. The sky, the ground, this Sun, the grass, the water, all the trees.... but, above all, God created the word. Do you understand now, what kind of kinship we have with language, a living word. Are you listening to me? Are you okay?
-I'm a little tired, all of a sudden. Please how much are these books? I would buy them, again, for myself.
___________________________________
Nobody ever saw these two men again. There are several stories. Someone says that secretly, at night, they meet in the same place and sell books to each other. Always the same books, in the same bags. Others say that one of them killed the other and stole all the books. They equally say that each of them is a murderer. I don't know, I think they hid somewhere and are reading. When they don't have books, then they tremble and suffer.
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