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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 17:31:45 GMT -5
"I guess something is going around." Brandon says as he enters the room. He sits down on the bed and takes a deep breath.
"I forgot to tell you. I have left the socialist movement. I needed some change..so I...dumped Linnea, changed by name back to Brandon, and gave up socialism." Brandon says in a weary tone.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 17:36:07 GMT -5
I jump a bit, sitting on the bed
"You just dumped socialism? Dude!! And, really, Brandon? No offense, but you are a Garret. No matter what dude. Jeez.. why would you do that?"
It just seems a little crazy to me.
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Post by mihoko on Jun 19, 2005 18:13:29 GMT -5
"Well, you might not survived in Tokyo then unless you were raised in Japan all your life." I took the directions from him and read it over.
"I think I know where the address, Damek, but its gonna takes us about an hour."
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 18:23:30 GMT -5
"I just don't know who I am Lysander. So I gave it all up. I started over. That's what happened." Brandon explains to Lysander.
"I don't know what I can believe any more."
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Post by damek on Jun 19, 2005 18:26:05 GMT -5
"That's fine. Not like I have anything else to do." Damek replies. His stomach gurgles. He tries to ignore it since he doesn't have any money for food.
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Post by sayuka on Jun 19, 2005 18:30:07 GMT -5
The crowds of protestors are smaller today. Each day hundreds of people have been showing up at the capital building and now the crowd has thinned.
I thread through the crowd feeling a little sick myself.
I hear other people talking about feeling ill as well.
Maybe something is going around.
I leave the crowd and head back to my hotel where I can rest.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 18:35:04 GMT -5
I sock him playfully, then flop back on the bed, exausted.
"You are Garret! YOu're one of the funniest guys I know! But, you know, if you need time to figure that out, you have it. What you can beleive, is that you always have friends, and that we are here for you. At least, I am. No matter what, dude."
I smile, but then frown.
"I think im gonna vomit!"
I hold my stomach.
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Jun 19, 2005 18:35:29 GMT -5
I arrive in Caracas where elections will soon be held. I have been working a lot lately and it helps me to forget the losses in my life. I will meet with various officials on this visit, but security is tight.
I am not sure who will be protecting me, but I am told that I will have more security than what is typical. After what happened with my daughter, we aren't taking any chances.
I arrive back at my hotel and spend a good part of the day in the conference room with the press.
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 18:37:59 GMT -5
"It must be the flu." Brandon replies. He lays down on the spare bed and closes his eyes.
"Thanks for your support Lysander. I just need to figure things out I guess. My life just didn't have any meaning. I couldn't figure out who I was."
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Post by tounela on Jun 19, 2005 18:44:58 GMT -5
At today's session of the Eduskunta, the letter of appology is read to all of us. There are some groans and frowns. It is a weak attempt to patch things up. We don't buy it and will remain distanced from the United States.
We are a peaceful country. We shouldn't have involved ourselves with them in the first place. It only reflects badly on us.
But at times it takes incidents like the one that happened earlier this week to act as a wakeup call that perhaps our allies are not as friendly and good intentioned as we would like to think.
The rest of the session is devoted to the threat of Germany. At this time, we are not pledging any kind of support to Israel. We are concerned about Germany and the spread of fascism, but wish for now to remain neutral.
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Post by Salome Weil on Jun 19, 2005 18:52:20 GMT -5
"I am going to travel to Southern France or the weekend to see for myself what's going on at the Ceramics Factory. I shall see you all Monday." I say to Rodney, Shura, and whomever else might be in the house.
I give Shura a quick kiss and head out the door. I head across the city to catch my train. On the ride, I read a little.
It is nice to have something to do, but I feel at times that I am the only anarchist in the house that takes things seriously.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 18:53:28 GMT -5
"Just remeber, whjere ever you go, your friends are always here for yah."
I smile.
"When you find your place, let me know, but you always have a place here. Hey, have you met Bassarov yet?"
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 18:55:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, we met back in Germany. I don't even know why I came here. I just thought, well, maybe talking to the socialists would be one part of the puzzle. But I don't know."
By now Brandon is feeling very sick. He feels weak and feverish.
"Still dating that capitalist?"
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Jun 19, 2005 19:00:23 GMT -5
Cambridge turns on the news and sees a disturbing story. Sie turns up the volume and calls Sakari, Tom, and Selja into the room.
"Guys, come check this out. There's something on the BBC about Finland. I guess the Americans bombed some compound there and they're pretty pissed." Sie says to the others.
Sie wonders if this has anything to do with Selja's sister Sofia.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:01:27 GMT -5
"No way! Dumped her.... She was just... such a bitch.... I dont wanna even think about her... sorry..."
Im feeling very crummy. I realize that Katrina is most likely still waiting outside.
"Katrina, you still there?"
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