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>From: Johnny < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>To: Gaspar < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>Subject: RE: From England

>Date: 4 January, 2002 08:30 AM>

 

Just yesterday I looked at the Loch Ness Lake via a webcam trying to see some creature there, and it didn´t even dawn on me that you´re out there somewhere. You were right; the rain was coming down there from heavy dark clouds. One moment, I´ll look right now, and dammit, the dawn has only started there, but it seems to me that it´s partially cloudy there, but just a moment, according to a snapshot from a satellite additional clouds are rolling there from Iceland. Just a little while ago before I started browsing through my incoming email, I had been checking out a direct broadcast from the mountains in Australia in order to catch the daylight time there. That is the reason I go to work early and stay there sometimes till the evening so I could see the impatient early morning goers to the beaches of Florida and California.

Last week I was watching snow storms via the Mawson Polar Station in Antarctica, but since Monday the sky has already cleared up there and temperature was -45° F. Around noon our time I got lucky a couple of times to watch the sunset in the Indian Ocean via the Davis Polar Station. Right now early in the morning I´m watching people meditating at the Wall of Cries. Wait a second, aah, the Matterhorn is beautifully lit up by the rising sun. This is my daily travelling. One moment, aha, the dawning at the Loch Ness Lake has just ended and it´s cloudy there, but here and there the blue sky can be seen there too.

Take care.

Johnny.

 

>From: Gaspar < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>To: Johnny < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>Subject: Isaac

>Date: 5 January, 2002 07:10 AM>

 

I see that you´re doing well, and if things improve, you will do even better – to have the whole world´s weather under your thumb, literally under your control, must be real fun. I´ve been to the Loch Ness twice, and the weather there has always been beautiful, which is a miracle that you could predict it with a mathematical precision. I don´t recall if I wrote you that once while I was swimming there, something licked the bottom of my feet, but it was just a dog disguised as the Loch Ness monster.

Gaspar

 

>From: Johnny < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>To: “Me“ < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>Subject: Forwarding the story to the Kingdom of Tonga

>Date: 11 January, 2002 07:57 PM>

 

Jerry:

Gaspar has left for the Tongatapu Island. I tried to email him the story, but the Aliens have stolen it above the Pacific Ocean.

Take care.

Johnny

 

>From: Gaspar < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>To: Johnny < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>Subject: For flight points you can really travel

>Date: 14 January, 2002 06:45 PM>

 

Johnny:

After hearing about your story being stolen by the Aliens I´ve got to tell you that they haven´t stolen it, only read it, made copies of it and then returned it to me. They say it is already a bestseller on the planet of Nutgons. As a hero of the story I have not crossed any frontiers in this universe either. I´ve only been to Tongatapu. I went there for points, that means the flight ticket was for the points I earned during the past years. The island was great. I was eating coconuts, bananas, etc...

Gaspar

 

>From: Johnny < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>To: Gaspar < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>Subject: About a paradise on Earth?

>Date: 15 January, 2002 07:14 AM

 

Gaspar:

I thought that you were going to stay in Tongatapu for the rest of your life; after all it's a paradise, isn't it? All one's got to do over there is lie down, gather coconuts and then sleep under some bamboo shelter. I always tell myself that when this civilization gets me mad one day, I'll go to the Pacific Islands. I just don't know how I'll manage living there - with the Aliens.

Take care.

Johnny

 

>From: Gaspar < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>To: Johnny < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>Subject: RE: About a paradise on Earth?

>Date: 17 January, 2002 12:37 PM

 

Johnny:

You're right about Tongatapu. It's a paradise, but unfortunately nothing else, particularly for us the white folk. Everyone on Tongatapu thinks of all white people as millionaires, and so the local population always tries to rip off the white folk. Right the next day I met a Slovak there, who was a naturalized Austrian. The latter had just got robbed of everything he had by Tongatapuans, even though he was an experienced world traveler; he spent 15 years in Sudan and Kenya. So it actually isn't a paradise. It's hard to say whether we'll ever find a paradise on Earth. So far I've only found a place to shed many tears in each country I had visited. The principle is this: when you come to a foreign country for a long period of time, it is good to find a suitable place where you can shed many tears or at least look through tearful eyes. Ask Jerry. For sure he knows what I'm talking about.

Gaspar

 

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>To: editor < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>Subject: For Rastislav

>Date: 18 January 2002 13:43 PM

 

Rastislav:

I've found out that some of our stories are freely floating in the world. For example, one or more of them have turned up on the Tongatapu Island or New Zealand. All in all, working on our book is going slow. I'm going to move to the West Palm Beach, so I've got other worries too. Make sure Johnny sends everything through you. Or through me. Or somebody.

Jerry the Jerryrious

 

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>Subject: For Jerry

>Date: 02 February 2002 12:22 PM

 

JERRY, I KNOW YOU'RE UNDER STRESS. FIND SOME TIME FOR THOSE STORIES. KEEP WORKING ON THEM. AND SEND THEM TO ME!!! Jerry, I'll be messing around with that book for several months. I  have certain ideas how to do it and meanwhile you can straighten out your things. you'll calm down and slowly you can joyfully go on writing. in Slovakia, elections are coming, and under the political campaigns people are like whackos cruelly whacked by a miraculous whacker. everybody is beating off on politics. they haven't got time for anything else.

if we start working on the book in two months and we don't make it before elections, it'll be like putting its publication off for two years!!!

R.


>From: Gaspar < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>To: Johnny < This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it >

>Subject: Some scribbling

>Date: 15 February, 2002 4:53 PM

 

Johnny:

Again I'm in Zealand and again in Auckland that is my base. I was traveling and didn't have regular access to Internet.

I've got pretty dumb problems here and before long I'll probably go home if not sooner. I got hit with a pain in the lower back, I can't even lie down or run, and sometimes I just howl in pain. I'm getting better, but I'm not fit for work. Somehow things are not going well for me here in Zealand. Recently, however, I have driven 6-10 thousand miles all over the island, but I'm not complaining. We'll see what happens next.

Gaspar

 

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THE ACTION

by Peter Gaspar

 

If the wind blew a little harder, they would definitely not even manage to approach this place. They would not find the courage to make the first step. At the thought of the first step, an unknown force might shake them and cast one of them to the bottom of a gaping abyss. And then what about the middle of the rocky valley, where everything was flying around in all directions, wiggling, undulating and struggling like a clasped grass snake? There were six of them. They could have sent at least one or two of them to try crawling across, but I am not sure if they had thought of this. Nevertheless, I know that something must have been going on among them. I was hidden behind a cliff on the other side and watching six shimmering figures through my binoculars, who were high up on the rock there and taking turns waving their hands as if ardently explaining the flying techniques of birds to each other. The rock was white, and the sky behind them was ominously grey.

Then the wind stopped blowing and I had to retreat farther into the mountains, actually all the way to a lake with thousands of excellent hiding places in sink holes and little caves, where my six persecutors would practically have no chance. I will play around with them for a couple of days, here and there I will pull one of them by the leg and throw him into the water, and then I will get them all into a maze.

"It's not windy," said the captain, "the wind has already stopped blowing.”

"The wind stopped blowing," acknowledged several soldiers in unison.

"I'll go very last. Now let’s go one by one! Get on the ladder! It's not windy anymore."

"Yes sir!" shouted out the first soldier.

"I'm the captain. I'll go last. Let's move it, next one!"

"You go, captain," said the last soldier as only two of them were left standing on the rock. It was getting dark over the forest and cliffs. An owl was hooting somewhere.

"No," responded the captain.

"Is he armed?" asked the soldier.

"No, he isn’t. He doesn't even have an axe or knife."

"Maybe he doesn't even have brain," said the soldier while lowering himself to the hanging ladder. "Damn, is he maybe a retarded man or a lunatic?"

"Let it be whoever. We gotta nab him before sunset. Now get your ass on that ladder. The others are already at the other end."

"He's gotta be crazy," whispered the soldier.

"For safety hold on to the rocks."

 

 


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