The last days .2011.0705-06

we left Praha when the sun stood in the middle of the sky.
and drove towards the shadows and the clouds of pollution.
in the afternoon we arrived to our goal in "the other country" as soon as we left the car
the rain stared to pour down as if the clods wanted us to go back.
the description of this forsaken place I leave to Papa T of the legion,
since he speaks the language of Mordor may hap he knows the words to describe it.
However we playd a good gig after eaten our last supper with Martin the bringer and little Frank
who have traveled (against fear and reason) to meat us in an urgent matter.
After what we could understand of Franks language he know RM who lives much of her endless days
in the north, she is not of our kind but she is a sworn enemy of KOTHL.
As I (karl) understood all this Frank had made contact with this old, young lady of the night
for the sake of Jonas and his wife.
Frank smiled to us and told us not to worry, this is what I saw in that smile:
"-Do not fear, she will bring your man home, be glad you are not there to see it, It will be messy."
After the gig we got the basic Guantanamo treatment with light and sound during the night,
the locals wanted to teach us what happens to people like us if we dare crossing their borders.
we slept some of us up to 3 hours, others about 15 minutes and the rest somewhere in between.
early in the morning we turned our backs to that "other country" and drove with sore as the day was long...
Never to return God willing.

Today or maybe yesterday Rickard (still not daring to leave his wife at home) drove to Jonas
to check him out, he is alive, and he is back!!
His turmoil in the north is a completely different story.