8. april 2009
En uke uten filter - Oslo 2009
PS: hvis du var en av dem som satte pris på matematikkuken, synes jeg at du bør hjelpe Nissemann i hans jakt på eggløsning.
- So, you needed another city.
- I did.
- Ungrateful bastard. You never knew what you had.
- Different ages, different places
- Why this one? It stole your wife, friends and your brother.
- A lot of toxics has passed under the bridge since then.
- If you can't beat them, join them, huh?
- No. It's something else.
- Powerful people own this town. You don't know any of them. They are going to hold you down, your accent alone tells them what they need to know ...
... every word you say gives away that your roots are somewhere else, your family and friends are somwhere else. you may leave someday. You can't be trusted.
- They can hold me down a while. They can't hold me down all my life.
- This city is wild and brutal, it is armed and violent. It sucks people dry, it knocks them down. You know this, you can see them lying in the streets.
- Rich fat men don't scare me, burglars and barfights don't scare me, drugdealers, guns and broken bottelnecks don't scare me.
The one destiny that scares me happens in dark basements in quiet suburbs. Here, it's noisy.
You see, I'm dead. I really truly and utterly completely died down there.
The longest, slowest, most gruesome death you can't even begin to imagine. And whatever happens afterward is bonus.
They can take my money, break my heart, knock me down and leave me in the gutter to bleed. The only thing the pain can tell me is that I'm alive.