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I've connected to the killers of time. I would wake up in the morning and kill the time until I got tired and went to sleep. In time, I was short of leaving the apartment until I completely disappeared from work. I did not answer the phone. They sent Jesus to check on me. A good friend. If you already send it it can be just the same. I recognized him by the knocking on the door. I did not open. I stayed at home for three months and then drove to the North Pole. It was summer, and sometimes it was hot in the sun. By August it was autumn, when I began to wander south. I did not know what I looked like. In a hotel in central Europe I looked in the mirror and realized that everything had changed. The skin turned purple like a summer cloud before sunset. The eyes became gray and the hair was greenish. I continued south. When I wanted to take off home, I did not pass the passport control, and I was even detained. For a few weeks I was imprisoned in a cell with a few Africans who spoke only French. My French improved. I ate at last like a human being, and the good air and the sense of companionship helped me recover. The skin color again matched the picture and I was released. I managed to fly home but did not even bother to get to the apartment. In a hotel near the beach, I planned to meet my ex-comrades again. I wrote them long letters in French and after their liberation we met in southern Europe to continue with them to Africa. It was a calendrical winter but hot and humid. Then came spring and summer. As autumn approached, it became hotter and more rainy, I was stinging all over my body and it was impossible to recognize me anymore. In the meantime, I helped the locals in all sorts of wars, got wounded, and lay in a field hospital. A red-eyed man named Jesus took care of my wounds. I recovered and again I could pass passports. I returned home. After landing, I wandered around the streets, mocking people who spoke a strange language. I took a hotel by the sea and stared at the sunset. There was nothing to eat. I slept several days in a row with "Do not disturb" and did not clean the room. When I woke up I was completely yellow with gray eyes. It was clear that they would not recognize me again. I locked myself in a closed institution, slept for a few years. I woke up half an hour ago in a room without a mirror and have no idea what I look like. A pale man named Jesus with yellow-gray curls agreed to give me a pen and a pen and that's it, that's what I remember.
A very interesting waste of time. I’d like to read on if you plan to waste some more time...