corrupt mind

Like the success of Nicholas saron, capital combined and united with the power of the free people represented by the service, on the basis that we are all in this place... sisters and family to each other... we have been friends for a few years... and our goal is to raise our name...hhhhhaaaa...

All of this was fertile material for those who were paralyzed by shocks while you were on the chassis and the motor, so looking out the windows became an element of attraction for which he took out his magnifying glasses that he had bought like everyone who traveled abroad with a fan and a record player, and began to steal glances, to watch.

Hissing, he raises it to his eyes, sneaking out from between the tree branches that don't provide complete privacy, news sneaks in to him from between the open branches like water sneaks out of the hand, that was his opium after the fall, other than that he chews over the memories of the war, pouring stories into Lucas's ear repeatedly until he gasps, telling about a time when he was a teacher, when he fell in the hospital, when he witnessed generations turning into demons, when they mocked him and made papers and airplanes from his papers and what they coated him with in wages, when they toyed with his weakness and his history,

when his mom left, when the white hair in his head scattered like the plague and his hands began to tremble and his handwriting began to fall, he screams and shakes, almost getting up from his chair in anger, cursing his bathing that has become insomnia, and that sticky plastic catheter attached to him like a Siamese catheter that he doesn't realize he urinates until he feels its heat.

He curses himself and what life has made of him despite his death in installments eighteen years ago, then Shuts up.

As if the electricity had been cut off, he gathered his papers and buried them under his chair as if he were…possessed.

He buries the shame that has befallen him, and sometimes he sticks it on the wall with the pride of a poet in the market.

He reads it, then takes scissors to cut out sections and put them in notebooks.

He then stacks them in the closet among his clothes, and sometimes in his pockets.

He hides more than he reveals. He sleeps while sitting as if he has a sin that he has not expiated.

Sometimes he is gentle with Lucas and sometimes he scolds him, His aunt Laura once said to him: "What he has seen a lot, my son, no one can tolerate it,May God punish your mother, wherever she went. "

"Your father is a camel, Lucas, and when a camel falls, it falls all at once."

Louis's only concern was for Lucas to continue to succeed, He nourished his history like no one before. He pushed him through college until he graduated. He felt indescribable happiness when he worked at the pharmaceutical company.

However, he relapsed when he remembered that Lucas would not remain that little boy.

He would grow up and seek companionship, She would be his life partner, and she would tear him apart just as his mom had torn away the pillars of the house.

It was past six in the evening when Louis called out to his son.

Lucas spread out the clothes and ironed an old suit for his father, which he insisted on wearing. When he entered the room, his father was near the window, facing that black entity(a crow ) crouching on the frame with its hard claws and sharp beak, picking something from his father's outstretched palm, its dark pupils scanning the space around it with bouncing head movements.

When he felt Lucas's movement near the door, he became alarmed, so he spread his wide wings and made a loud coo before flying away. Louis turned around and found Lucas near the door .

"I know people who raise sparrow fish, a small bird, a nightingale, but a crow!! That's a bit difficult."

Louis shook off the remains of a biscuit that was in his hand "You know that the crow is the only creature that buries the dead."

Lucas replied "and that makes him like a canary, Oh dad, his appearance would terrify an elephant ... and he's afraid of me!!"

"If it weren't for him, people would be even more rotten than they are."

"Why, dad? Where's the deodorant? Besides, India is living like a prosperous country, person dies, they just burrn them .

Louuis smiled half a smile: "Okay, let's go down."

Luucas fixed the catheter under the chair, covering it with his cloak. He carried his father to the elevator and they went down to the street when he asked him: "Why didn't you tell me what you want from saeon? Do you even know him?"

"I've known him for a long time."

"What do you mean?"

"I know him from the newspapers, I follow him day by day, until his latest scandal."

"Do you think you will be able to meet him?"

"I will meet him . "

"What do you want from him?"

"You will know later."

"Is it true his son...?"

"yeah."

As usual, Lucas stopped arguing with him. A relative of his once said: Your father has a loose screw , Lucas."

He never forgave him for the word, despite his health condition he could hear a pulse in his father's mind.. Only those mysterious visits he started requesting worried him.. A month ago, serio el-Lord, his lifelong friend who had shunned him for years.. And before him, Osman dembele, the lawyer who passed away two months ago. And now Nicholas saron..!!

Who can just meet Nicholas saron?

Near the corner of the square, a police car passed by them, accompanied by greetings from a broken throat. "You've enlightened us, gentlemen. You haven't had your tea yet."

Taha recognized the voice of the 'automobile' He had no chance but to back down,He pushed the wheelchair to meet it face to face. His heart pounded for a few seconds and his breathing became ragged. He extended his steps, avoiding eye contact, until curiosity betrayed him.

The 'automobile' was already piercing him with its eyes, It scratched his chin with the tip of its thumb, its mouth ajar, its tongue pressing a ball of threat against its left cheek.

A look was enough for lucas to realize the seriousness of his complaint to the police. Before it moved away, 'the automobile' clenched its fist and shook its wrist horizontally in an obscene gesture that most young men knew, a gesture that meant that the conversation wasn't over yet.

Not wanting to attract his father's attention, he walked quickly towards the villa. In front of the large door, lucas pressed the pedals under the wheelchair to secure the wheels.

A massive gate made of wrought iron, inlaid with glass that concealed what was behind it, surrounded by two spotlights in the shape of copper hands holding a torch, fixed to a high white stone wall, from above which trees loomed. A surveillance camera moved horizontally in their direction.

"Dad, aren't you going to tell me why you want to see him? "

"Not now, Lucas. "

Slow seconds passed as the camera watched them before the door opened in a small gap, enough for what looked like a servant in his one-button suit to come out.