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30 Disorientation

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Disorientated

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Kana, I feel uncertain. Very fucked. Just imagine, now I have been in a place that I do not recognize at all. Being on a straight-lined ledge, quiet and cold.

Dark and silent.

I looked up, only to find the stars lined up and twinkling. Occasionally the car passes with a speed of 100 km/hour. With a sudden roar it sounded so deafening, but suddenly the roar vanished. So fast, Semain gripped with me who never wanted to feel lonely.

I found on the left-right of the road only desert and rocks. Not a single plant grew, The shadows in the middle of the darkness were just towering rocks. Desert snakes sounded hissing, annexing the prey hiding in the hollow lands. The ear-splitting semamine desert wind sounded rumbling like it was tickling earlobes, and was constantly blowing like the sound of a locomotive.

Once again I looked around and found nothing but quiet and silent and gripping and silent. I don't know why I'm suddenly standing here with my phone in my hand. One filthy backpack on my back that was getting heavier made me realize that I was standing in a very lonely state. As if I had just emerged from a magician's hat or had suddenly been born with stones. God fucking. Goddamnit!

I try to remember. Wait, sec. Wasn't my destination the small town of Giza, where the statue of Ramses was buried? I remember, oya, ohya, yes, I had taken a taxi from Cairo to Giza because I had missed. All of a sudden it happened very quickly, and I felt like I was behind. That'sthat's all. And why, after I took a taxi and asked to be delivered to Giza, suddenly I was standing in a place I didn't know? Why did the taxi driver y ang tolo drop me off at this scary place? Why didn't he say something or at least remind me?

That is, Cana, now I am at the coordinates on the earth that I do not recognize at all.

I'm lunglai.

I can't think anymore. Only then did I step away from the cold, paved straight road. Sitting on the poking rocks, I put my clothes together to endure the cold. I exhaled strongly to cause sweat in my body. Once again I looked around and that time I found that I did not have any friends. I typed this message to you with all my incomprehension over the incident I just experienced. Yeah, just now.

Just now. I remember what just happened. I stood on the side of the road, walked away, then sat on the rocks. I could remember what just happened. But, before that one, can I remember it? I tried hard to restore that memory, and tried to understand, by closing my eyes for a moment. Before that, what did I do? It's possible I told the taxi driver to stop and give him money, before I got off and stood by the side of the road. Giving money, that's starch. Therefore, I directly reached into my wallet in the back, and immediately opened it. I counted the jinaih (pound) and I was shocked. Less than 200 pounds. I must have paid the taxi fare, and not the taxi driver reaching into my own wallet, because there was still money in my wallet. In my little heart I felt unbelievable. My money has diminished, but not all. I took the conclusion, I paid the taxi with my own hands. The thing is, why did he let me down here?

I went back to exhaling. Like about to cry. I haven't cried in a long time. He should have wished that my destination was the City of Giza, and not in the middle of this barren wilderness. He should have just dropped me off when the taxi arrived at his destination. It should be, but what's going on here? I feel like I've lost my memory for a while. I am like a membrane, but still able to perform actions like a person who is not as neat. I obviously hate this situation.

If you say all this is my fault, I better not send this message to you. First of all I want you to listen to my complaint. The rest, all you need to know is that I have no other friends to spill over, More than that, I do love you.

I was like I had just landed on Mars and I had to take samples of rocks to study. The anxiety is getting worse. I recalled my duty to go all the way from Jakarta to cover the transfer of the statue of Ramses. Yes, I must take immediate action to get out of this nightmare.

I finally got out of my seat, ran to the side of the road back, drove the cars that happened to be driving. At that time I stood a bit indented into the road so that it could be immediately recognized. The anxiety is getting worse. I recalled my duty to go all the way from Jakarta to cover the removal of the statue of Ramses. Yes, I must take immediate action to get out of this nightmare.

I finally got out of my seat. At that time I stood a bit jutting into the road so that it could be recognized. Once there is a car, whether to stop or not, at least I have made something to help myself. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Four minutes. Quarter hour. Half an hour, so far there had just been one car passing by, It was also at a speed like a demon. Even when I saw me waving, the gas pedal was getting stepped on as hard as it was.

You Egyptian lizard!

After I increased my patience again, and it did not make this situation change, even my legs tingled more, I finally decided to sit back. I stared again at the ceiling filled with starlight. The dark sky was like a hole with an everlasting glitter of light perched there. I smiled wryly.

Perhaps, if I had been kept here until morning, I would have bought Al-Ihram, the largest newspaper in Cairo, and ransacked all the news. With the mediocre capital of Arabic, at least I can understand the important points written down. I don't know, maybe so, I should be a good translator, not a preacher.

Honey, just listen to my story this once. At times like this, you are the only one in my heart. An unrecognized moment. The moment that made me worse.

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Kakamana

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24/08/2020, 02:23:21

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