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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 29, 2005 17:36:28 GMT -5
"What's the point of that?"
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 29, 2005 17:39:47 GMT -5
"Hungering reminds me that I exist. It makes the world more real. It also makes real the suffering of people who are hungering in the world right now. And so, I often starve myself so I can endure the beautiful reminder of my existance that is physical hunger."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 29, 2005 17:48:18 GMT -5
"So you find some deep spiritual life meaning in hunger? That's a little crazy but who I am to judge."
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 29, 2005 17:51:24 GMT -5
"Finding deeper meaning in hunger is no stranger than your oatmeal and vitamin diet." I reply with a smile.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 29, 2005 17:57:24 GMT -5
Heikki frowns, then gets up to leave. "I just thought I would stop by and share my epiphany with everyone. Later." He leaves as suddenly as he came, retreating to his apartment. He feels that the wind was knocked out of his sails after talking to Salome.
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Post by capulet on Mar 29, 2005 18:22:33 GMT -5
I give the guards kind looks as I walk out of the jail, knowing that if I have anything to do with it they will all be jobless in a week. I call my assistant, and he says the car should be here to pick me up in a few minutes.
I lean against the building tiredly and watch as the various people scuttle into little groups to talk and plan.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 29, 2005 19:25:43 GMT -5
When Bassarov arrives in Grozny he has the sudden realization that he is completely out of his league and in danger. The city is a tangle of rubble, torn out buildings, and poverty. As a Russian, he attracts the attention of anyone near him, who in turn, avoids him and looks away.
"I am really stupid." Bassarov says to himself as he attempts to walk down the street and find a place to stay. He feels afraid and with good reason. He has no contacts here, he has no where to stay, he has nothing.
"I must have been a little too full of myself. If I stay here, I'm going to get myself killed."
He turns and goes back to the station. The next train won't be leaving until late tomorrow afternoon. Afraid to venture out into the remains of the city, he sits on a bench in the station and decides he will wait there until tomorrow and take the first train out of the city.
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Mar 29, 2005 21:23:53 GMT -5
Nea watches him leave. "What was the point in that?
I see him around a lot and have talked to him quite a bit, but I have no idea who he is."
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 29, 2005 21:33:32 GMT -5
"Of course I've got his number memorized. You think I'd be dumb enough to write that down?" I say, meaning that we wouldn't want to be caught in posession of a known arms dealer's phone number...
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Post by Hearst on Mar 30, 2005 2:27:21 GMT -5
The SLA leaves Grey alone for hours, finally at about 8pm two SLA soldiers enter his small room.
"It is feeding time. We have brought you food, but before you can eat you have to listen to a lesson on fascism in America...."
And so begins a long lesson on the crimes of capitalism and the inequality that we find so repulsive. We tell him about the Symbionese Nation, and when we are done, we feed him and leave.
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 30, 2005 2:30:20 GMT -5
"His name is Heikki. He is a nihilist,but I really don't know much more about him than that. He seems like he is reaching out to us." I reply to Nea.
The pitcher of soda is gone, so I order another.
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Post by Grey on Mar 30, 2005 2:34:28 GMT -5
Grey eats his food and wonders if what they said is true. Is America as bad as they said it is? If it is, is it his fault? He eats the green beans and turkey sandwhich they made for him and is full of doubt.
"I just want to be a good person. I don't want people to suffer. Why are they so mad at America and capitalism? My family is nice to people. We are not exploiters." He says out loud.
He is alone again. He tries to sleep but is too worried about what they told him. He simply doesn't understand.
"I just want everyone to be happy."
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Post by tounela on Mar 30, 2005 2:39:17 GMT -5
I watch the news to keep tabs on what's happening at the parliament. I am SO glad that the parliament has not been in session. I would rather not deal with those rowdy anarchists. It is so senseless! Destroying property and making a mess of our lovely city. I swear this is the last time they will ever meet in Helsinki!
I sit up in my bed and flip through the various news channels. It is truly awful. I had a feeling something like this would happen. I have strong feelings against anarchists. Order is a wholesome part of life.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 30, 2005 2:43:40 GMT -5
The rebels arrive back at their new Grozny headquarters late at night. They bind Aleksandra's wrists and confine her to a basement room. Some rebels still do not understand the plan. "This time she will not escape alive. We will kill her. We must at times take losses, but as long as we can cause loss and injury to the enemy, our losses are actually a gain for the cause." Aslan states after Aleksandra has been put away for the night.
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Post by Switzer on Mar 30, 2005 2:52:24 GMT -5
Switzer wakes up early. Earlier than the rest of the Das Ende members. He wanders around their head quarters, snooping and gleaning what information he can about them. Gretchen wakes up some time later. He doesn't like Gretchen but continues to pretend for the sake of gaining the trust of Das Ende. After they eat breakfast together, they leave Munich with three other Das Ende members. They board a train to Berlin, where they will meet other Das Ende members and work to overthrow the government.
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