LESSON FIVE

Martin's talking to his boy friend Bill.
Who's Martin talking to?
He's talking to his friend girl friend Bill.

Martin:My girl friend boy Bill has asked me to visit him.
Mrs.Blake:Cops.Or FBI guys.Or maybe investigators from State Liquor Authority.Maybe even drug guys.
Martin:In Belgrade!?!
Mrs.Blake:None of my sexual fantasies have anything to do with money.
Martin:Bill will meet me at the station.She's Kill Bill actualy,terrorist. Girl Bomb Boy.Self-destructive,suicide motherfuck!
Mrs.Blake:In practice money is power.But I like plastic explosive too.
Martin:There's an illustrated book on Serbia for you Mrs.Blake.Red points show some good places for mass attack.You could use them.Maybe just for fun.
Mrs.Blake:Thank you Martin.I had that drink today,Martin,that cobalt glue.It was horrible.I can't take it.
Martin:You must come and visit me when I go back.
Mrs.Blake:Show time!Like no time!Step together,turn,turn,I said!
Martin:Maybe we should go and buy her sex gifts,you know,joke things like dildos or those pleasure balls?

Glamorous,garish,honky-tonk and seedy but always Belgrade.A fluoroscent nightmare,a million twinkling light bulbs,a broken heart
for every one of them,a million flickering dreams light the streets.
After all,she reasoned,venerial disease is pretty icky,but it was nothing to be ashamed of.
She must die!She was sure she's going to be brave enough to pull detonator and blow off whole crowd in small bloody pieces.

MANIK,APRIL 2008.