In some place there is a tower

Prologue: http://lostbandwanted.blogspot.com/

We are locked up inside a tower because of an album that would have been recorded a year ago if we understood then what we understand now. / PANTOKRATOR

This has happened:

24/11 Day 86 of captivity.we were met at the airport by Limousin a taciturn chauffeur long and skinny. after he closed the door to us there was a strange smell and everyone was very tired then there was a big gap of amnesia. It was the Mattias who awakened us. it seemed like we were in some sort of tower, the only thing visible through the small windows were green hills and a cloudy sky. Our captor is talking to us through a pipe from the roof now and then, he is a pretty surly nature, he sounds a lot older then the man who picked us up and he has a terrible wheezy cough, we hear him saunter to and fro on the floor above . Karl believes that it is the same person that Claudio found traces of in Berlin, he speaks Swedish with German accent when he talks to himself , we have heard him through the floor.However he does not speak Swedish when he speaks to us through the pipe, when he tries to sound British. he knows painfully much about "the five" and the history of the order, he informed us that we will not get out until we have helped him to get his message out - "there will be music," he says - "music spreads over the damn web that they have built to trap us, the music spread like a plague, the lawless will come, yes he is on his way! you boys be so kind and help me to shed light on all this, all of my research on these things, I have at your service, 40 years of work for free, it is in the Zoega box there on the floor. Jansson - What are you talking about? The voice - the lawlessness, SON OF DOOM, THE BEAST, YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND THIS!!! YOUR ORDER HAD THE BLOODY KNIVES UNTIL they disappeared in 1939. Jonas spoke to him in his strict negotiating voice and asked why he would not be able to do it himself. He said: "first of all: I have decided that there should be music, if it can be called so, and I my self am unmusical. secondly, they are on to my trail, I had to flee head over heals and leave all my research on you, God knows where it ended up. Thirdly, we'll take the risk, you are already stupid enough to be in the public, flat out on your network as if it were no risk whatsoever, you get up on stage with the spotlights in your eyes without knowing that you have their spies among the audience . To make a long story short, they did not take Rickard's psp, probably by pure compassion and for because they did not see any risks with it, now Jansson has been using it to construct something that is not completely different a computer, a little chicken wire, a broken radio, tin from a candlestick (there are lots of junk here) and a bunch of pebbles (en bunte kiselstenar), which we managed to melt in Mattias morning coffee. then we have helped each other to construct, read and, wish a communication link into existence. here we are, the send our regards to our families if you can find this online. our anonymous brother in the British signal intelligence has managed to intercept it and turn it into understandable signs. it takes a lot of time for us to write as we must write everything in ascii-code, but we will update you as often as we can and when it seems safe./ The five

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