II.
Camomille Wine
-Let`s
go, we`ll may be late. - Redhead Camilla Jansson was Leo`s colleague from
Uppsala. Camilla, Leo and hundreds of other medical representatives from around the world gathered in Amsterdam
-Where
is the church nearby?
-Why
do you need? - they went outside to the Canal. The dull holland drizzling.
-I
am married. You have a boyfriend.
-Oh,
you're about it. Forget- tonight you had passed out in five minutes. I did not
have time to feel anything. I'm more concerned about your mushroom-ketamine mix
this morning. In addition to Salvia Divinorum. If you want to die- please, do
it not in the Saturday morning. We have to go to the seminar.
-I
do not want to go anywhere. I cant. - We
sat on the terrace of “Bulldog”
neighboring “the doors». Sprinkle drops flew laterally under the tent. - I'm
sick of all. What we do?
-In
what sense?- she lit again her slims.
-What
we do here, in Amsterdam, in BIOTT, in general?
-We
save lives.
-Its
the slogan. Firstly, we are puny medreps only. Secondly, we did not saving
anyone. We encourage doctors to prescribe medicines. Antidepressants,
tranquilizers- all this shit....and now more and this new drug “against
attention-deficite”...
-
Attenta?
-
Yes. I am sit on it for 2 months.
-Are
you eat probes of the Company?- she smiled.
-
You can not imagine what`s the terrible crap. Initially it accelerates you. I
had read topological theorems proofs
like children's comic strips.
-
I know. - Camilla nod. - Have you reached the stage of links?
***
...For a wonder Leo сrawled out from under the wheezing carcass and
ramps to sacramental Exit. With genuine horror he throw open shithouse door.
Grinning Misa with eclair and her pants down inside: “Lick me! Lick me! Lick
me...»
R-Camilla
trudged along the narrow path of windy rocky foothill toward tremendous
mountain. Snow peak was lost in the clouds. A blizzard gradually strengthened.
“Ok, Leo, its your Cosm, I understand. You dont want to sense. You better freeze your skin-landscape. Whats
going on with your heart then, forlorn boy?”
***
We got out of the tram, when just have
seen in a window a first available Church. De Oude Kerk- “The Old Church”. For
once it forever I have acute need to pray, to confess, to receive Guidance. But
it was not my day. De Oude Kerk was rented. Two black guys dressed in a snow-white
suits married there. Camilla made great fun of this. However I did not.
- Dont be so sad, Honey,- she
hugged me, - lets go to seminar. Adorable BIOTT waits.
- Do yoy know Mike- he is my
manager?- We take a seat on the old stone stairs.
- Sure, curly guy- he sang
spanish rap at the corporate party.
-Tell him, that I leave the
service. So I am fired and free.
She stopped stroking my hand:
-And what will you do?
- I decided to stay in
Amsterdam.
-And what about your wife?
-She does not care.
-And what are you going to do
in Amsterdam?
-Do not know exactly. Why not
to be futurologist, for example? The Diviner's
Sage...
-You're an idiot, actually.
Get up immediately and go to the seminar! Stargaser.
***
Dr.
Albim Holm- Medical Science Liaison from Aarhus made his presentation about
Attenta`s post-marketing studies. We waded to the back row.
-...frankly,
we need to understand that a pediatric patients with a genuine attention
deficite are too narrow market.- Dr. Holm adjusted his glasses,- Primarily, Attenta
is a salvation for a hard-overloaded mental workers- students, scientists,
clerks, managers... We all need Attention. In a mad race of our times we have
to enhance ourselves...
-Sorry,-
I raised my hand for a question,- what about our souls?
-All
the quastions you can ask at the end of my presentation. Thank you. Regarding
the side effects of Attenta, I can tell this medicine relatively safe. Compared
with previous ones. Hallucinations, for example, become extremely rare cases...
-Sorry,
- I am asking for trouble, - And what a "wheels" we have against
inanity and senselessness?
People
in the Room began to turn around.
-Only
Love, -He smiled. Dr. Holm was really clever guy. - Only Love...
Then
BIOTT produces a remedy for love too. With a cool name “Erecta”.
***
I
felt absolutely slack. Mike has agreed to sign my letter of resignation.
Skype-talk with Lisa was disgusting. “What I will do with our loans?”- the main problem of her in whole situation.
All the loan papers actually have signed by me and so its my personal problem.
Why did I feel like a complete scoundrel? Like you're the worst of traitors?
After all, I feel sorry for her madly. But she's attractive and will find a partner soon- a correct helpmate
without any muddle.
I
need to figure out who I am? And what is happening to me? And what is happening
with the world? And what to do doggone!?
Creeping
sticky dismay fettered the body. Cold indifferent Amsterdam
***
-Why are you insulting our
Misa?- a several inhabitants of Yli-Kittila
gathered around.
-Get
out the Bear! - I was miserable. All the animals were long gone.
-Calm
down, buddy, our dear-bear do not eat jerk`s meat. Who are you?- said the lanky
guy with a straw helmet on his red head.
-I
am Leo. From the Avenue.
-Nomad?
-No, I am a Student. - I have
omited my expulsion from the Academy.
But their attention already
had been dissipated by more important (an usual) thing - “Gazing to Eternity”.
Three brothers- Bob, Gob and Nob take a few aimless steps and turned inward again into something like a fetal
position. Bob lay down on a pile of hay near shithouse, Nob fell to the ground.
And sly lanky Gob scrambled on the chic
red satin sofa.
-Piss off!- Misa shrieked. But
she was too lazy to deal with it, and she just shoved his red head under her
dirty-green skirt.
“Well-Well-Well,- I thought, -
Maybe I have a bad shape, but these
characters – in the full rubbish!”
-Who can tell me, pigs, where
is the frigging Exit? - I yelled. Drosophila`s cloud disturbs. No one answered.
-If you kiss my ass, I can
tell you, sure, friend, - Bob muttered from his pile.
I've had enough! After all, I have passed in Academy a cool
courses of psychoanalysis, psychotherapy and psychopharmacology.And personal
growth seminars. With all my knowledge and my newest lab-on-chip I`ll easily
turn them to life. These scumbags will join a boy-scouts troop, on my oath!
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