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It's early in the morning, K is in a haste to catch the subway on time, on the way he grabs a copy of subway's free newsletter and as he is looking at the topics he passes his card , passes by the guards that are getting more and more these days and rushes down the stairs, looks up at the tableau and sighs, a sigh of relief, he's still got a minute…" more than 25 dead in yesterday's attack, more than a half kids"…here comes the train, the roaring sound and the lights fill up the place, K is still looking at the picture of the ruins of what seemed to be once a modern building….Train stops and the doors open, people get off, K absent mindedly gets on the train and sits on the first vacant place he sees, a young man, all in white sits next to him, K notices that his face is very serious and blunt…K starts reading again, " in yesterday's attacks which covered areas in south and south east of Beirut…" The man turns and looks at his newsletter, and then as if angry he says: "All they can talk about are these numbers." K is startled, these numbers? He shakes his head and mumbles:" well it's horrible." The man once again says angrily:" what's horrible sir? The numbers? Do you honestly think about these numbers? Well if you do then let me give your brain even more food: yesterday there was much more than this, to be accurate 412 kids died in Africa alone…"K looks the man into the eyes, the whiteness of his eyes is extraordinarily white, or is it because the pupils are very black? He's all dressed in white and he seems really annoyed by something, the man continues" and 50 in Iraq, half of whom were women , if you're really interested to know…" K says:" Sir, sorry, You really seem to be upset about it, but…" the man cuts his sentence:" are you really sorry? Really? And why shouldn't I be upset? " K says :"Well but these are the usual stuff they write in news papers." And immediately he knows he has made a mistake by saying that…The man doesn't say anything for a second, he just looks at K with his unbearably enigmatic presence and then he turns his head and as if talking to himself, he says:" That's how you are, all of you, these are just numbers for you, toys for you to play with while getting to work or while trying to sleep, and it's simple, you've been told that these are important, and further you don't have anything else to keep yourself busy with, all you have are these numbers , numbers from all around the world, so you've got used to them…" K doesn't know what to do, or what to say…He is not comfortable with this man. The man turns to face K again :'But you know these numbers mean a lot to me, I've tried for each and every one of them, I've cried while doing some of them, I've been thrilled by the ways you've made me do it, from long ago I only asked for control over this, and through out this long and exhausting time you've never let me do it my way or with my pace…It is painful." K is scared and haunted with his words, the deep voice and the pupils which are getting darker and darker against the whiteness around them. The man says:" It is painful. Doing this your way is really painful and exhausting. " The train suddenly stops, it is the main transfer station, full of people like always, the man stands up and without any other words gets off the train and in a second he is lost in the crowd. K looks at the newsletter, " …a bus and its twenty…".

Well let me be the first to comment, in a way this story seems childish to myself too:), but I was thinking about it for a few days, somehow like old plays where you have this character of death or satan or angel...and I was thinking well how would he/she/it feel about it? And another important thing is that I was always fascinated by the film "The sky above Berlin" by wim wanders ( I first read its script). This invisible existence that may or may not exist, may have symapathy with us, or envy us or get angry with us, and the indirect way we may feel it...


The sky above Berlin