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This is Jacob, with his beloved goat.

He loves that goat.

He talks to her and drinks from her milk,

and she keeps him company whenever he is on the road.

She isn't very talkative or irritating like a dog

that barks loudly with its irritating noise.

Barking always confuses Jacob's mind and irritates his ears.

Jacob lost his sight at the tender age of 10.

He awoke one day with darkness filling both his eyes,

that's the day he lost his sight.

He has lived with blindness ever since, and slowly,

he adapted to the darkness.

But he always suffers from severe headaches,

and he has to ask for precise descriptions of things.

He is known for his kind nature and good manners.

He has always been a quiet,

nice person who never holds a grudge or hatred in his heart.

One day, Jacob woke up to find his beloved goat missing.

He sensed that thieves stole her from him in the middle

of the night, whilst he was sleeping.

Stealing from a blind man, hidden by the darkness

of the night, is an easy feat for anyone.

Since she was a quiet goat, she didn't bleat or bite.

His heart broke with sadness over the loss of her.

He needed her voice to guide him and break the silence

of the gripping loneliness he suffers from.

Still, he felt sorry for such petty thieves,

stealing from a blind man,

but he carried on in his way.

Jacob passed some tiny village.

The residents there recognized him

and offered him food and drink.

A child even gave him a rooster,

and his little brother gave him a red balloon

as a token of friendship, to guide him on his path

and to entertain him, whilst he walked around.

Jacob didn't carry a map with him to show him

his destination, and he couldn't look at the stars

to know if he was going in the right direction,

so every time he felt himself drifting off the path,

he stopped for a little while

and put his hand on his beating heart

and listened, intently.

When he felt ready, he went in the direction his heart

whispered to him, hoping it was the right one.

His kind heart was always his compass,

his good intentions paved the road,

and he had a deep faith guiding him!

Plenty of rumors were swirling around,

that he was a genius who lost his sight

from tireless reading.

Others said he lost his sight from crying

so long and hard over his lover,

or that he was a fortune-teller,

or a sorcerer who lost his sight from his demons

beating up on him whenever he engaged in magic and sorcery.

Lots of rumors were going around,

some good, and others, bad, but none of them affected him,

they only made him laugh at how silly they were.

With time, Jacob grew fond of the rooster

that accompanied him,

but the rooster wasn't pleased with the journey

he was on.

There were no chickens around him for him

to show off his cockiness or misery,

and since he was in the company of a blind man,

who couldn't appreciate his beauty and intensity

whenever he strutted around,

he walked carelessly and without much orientation,

in a way that wasn't of much help to guide Jacob,

so Jacob started walking in the front,

and the rooster started to follow.

On one of those extremely hot days,

the balloon suddenly burst,

and frightened Jacob to his core.

He started thinking someone was shooting at him,

wanting to kill him.

He was shaken to his bones with fear,

and jumped to the ground as a way of surrender,

saying over and over that he was a blind man

who carried no weapon,

that he was so poor and had no money worth taking,

and that he was no threat to anyone.

He lay on his stomach for a long time,

hoping that whoever shot at him would answer,

say something, or talk back at him,

so when he heard nothing,

he started to rise slowly off the ground,

stopping mid-way and feeling his way on the ground slowly.

He slowly crawled away from that place,

forgetting the intense fear he was feeling

to take his food and things away with him.

The loud bang left a heavy impact on Jacob,

because it came from behind him and sounded so very close

to him, and since he could hear no other voice

nor any footsteps after the bang,

he was left mystified by the incident,

wondering what it could have been,

like a puzzle stuck in his mind.

People without sight hate unfamiliar sounds,

and sounds they don't understand.

Jacob started questioning his own hearing abilities,

thinking there was something wrong.

This affected his senses as well,

making him jumpy and extremely careful.

One night, Jacob felt the sound

of a vicious animal lurking nearby.

The wolf caught the rooster with lightness and ease,

leaving poor Jacob helpless and unable

to do anything for his companion.

How unfortunate.

Jacob couldn't sleep that night.

Fear was eating away at him slowly and persistently.

Sadness filled him and he felt sorry for himself

for being so weak and helpless.

The cold and hunger and loneliness ganged up on him,

and misery held a grip ever so tightly driving his head

into complete madness.

Jacob was in a very hard situation,

and he knew it very well.

A blind man, with darkness casting its veil over his sight.

Loneliness gripped his heart, and solitude surrounded him

in every direction.

He was weak, poor, and hungry without any baggage.

A stranger chasing him and wanting to kill him.

Thieves had taken away whatever little he had,

and wolves had feasted on his rooster.

He had no weapon, and no companion.

There was no one there to protect him,

and no one to help him.

Was there anyone who would want to be in his shoes?

No one would dare think that!

With all that heavy burden on his shoulders,

with all the sorrow and desperation and headache

weighing him down, affecting him so deeply,

he started swaying in his walk.

Careless, he was going in no particular direction,

as if he wanted to take vengeance upon himself.

Jacob stopped and sat down on the ground.

He was tired and exhausted from being too hungry,

and too thirsty.

He thought this could be the end to his life.

He reassured himself that he had gone

through bitter experiences like these before.

Hard experiences had happened to him over

and over in his past,

such as when he lost his way as a child.

For three days, no one knew where he was

until the dogs from his village found him by accident.

Jacob started to remember why he had left his home.

In the pursuit of his dream of getting his eyesight back,

when he heard about this famous and gifted doctor

called Doctor Gibson, he was taken by a wild desire

to visit that doctor, but that was hard on him.

The distance was too far, more than 750 miles away,

in a dangerous bumpy and rough land

inhabited by all sorts of dangerous and violent bandits.

Jacob tried finding someone to be his companion

on his journey to achieve his dream,

but no one would accept to go with him

because he didn't have enough money.

Being a blind man's companion in a wild and dangerous land

was too much of a risky adventure for anyone to take,

and Jacob would only burden them,

like a rock holding them back.

Jacob slept near a rock,

wanting never to wake up again,

but hunger was stronger than his desire to sleep forever.

It woke him up, and his stomach sent sounds of battles

happening in its midst,

and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what to do.

He crawled on his hands and knees feeling for any weeds,

hoping to find something to eat to quiet down his stomach,

but he felt a sharp pinch on his hand

that was very painful,

and he soon realized he had been bitten by a snake.

He held his poor injured hand and shrieked in pain.

Screaming and crying, tears rolled down his face

as he cursed his pitiful situation.

The poison started to make its way into Jacob's body.

He felt his ending coming near.

There was no escape this time...

Jacob lay down on his back,

and his hand felt some wild weeds on the ground.

He thought to himself,

"I won't die poisoned and hungry at the same time."

If those weeds are poisonous, then I am dead anyways,

whether from a snake's bite or the beasts lurking around me.

"Nothing will keep me from devouring them."

So, he did as he said.

He devoured so many of them with a strange appetite,

like he couldn't stop himself any longer.

Jacob lay back down again on the ground,

remembering when his wife disapproved of his journey.

She didn't want him to go traveling on his own,

it was almost like suicide,

but his determination to travel was strong.

When his wife realized she couldn't change his mind

about traveling, she took their only goat

and insisted she would accompany him on his journey.

Jacob was exhausted, and he sighed,

thinking it would be his last breath,

but it was quite the opposite for him,

and he didn't even know it.

He started breathing fast,

violently taking air into his lungs.

His body was drenched in sweat.

His muscles contracted, and he felt his stomach

being cut to pieces

as if his head was about to explode.

Hours went by.

Jacob slowly started moving,

waking up.

He felt very odd.

There was no pain whatsoever.

Yes, he was sure he wasn't feeling any pain at all,

but he felt a funny tickling sensation

under the band he had over his eyes.

He slowly lifted the band away and opened his eyes a crack,

then closed them back again...

He sighed a little, and a smile made its way

across his face.

It was a vibrant smile filled with joy.

He took a deep breath, inhaling heavily,

and opened his eyes.

Laughter mingled with tears of joy exploded from his mouth,

coming deeply from the insides of his chest.

He had cheated death and regained his eyesight

at the same time.

He didn't know whether it was the snake's poison

or the poison from the wild weeds that he ate,

or if the reason he was alive and regaining his sight

was from both of them mixing up together in his blood,

but he knew it was the divine will that allowed

for that to happen to him,

leading him exactly where he had to go.

Jacob looked at the sky and murmured to himself

in a low voice, with gratitude washing all over his face.

For it is known that a blind person

is of enlightened insight,

sharp intuition and unshakable faith.

After Jacob regained his sight,

he forgot all about the hunger and thirst he had suffered.

He felt an amazing energy within him.

He took a step forward, wanting to head back home,

then stopped in his place.

It wasn't easy living for many years

with blindness then to use your sight so suddenly.

He didn't know in which direction he must go,

as everything he looked upon was unfamiliar,

being seen for the first time.

With the courage he had always been known for,

he kept on walking in the direction

he thought was home.

He was going home filled with joy,

eager to see faces of his wife and children,

his neighbors and all the people he loved.

But he was having a hard time walking,

a difficulty he hadn't experienced before.

It was very hard for him to walk on the ground.

He felt it to be more rugged and bumpier

than it seemed to be before.

He reached a road ending with a very dangerous slope,

which made him have to look for another road.

The area was difficult to walk on

and very rugged and jagged.

He stumbled and his foot slipped,

and he fell into a dangerous decent.

Jacob regained his consciousness

and felt the blood dripping from his head.

He lifted his back and screams of pain

slipped from his chest.

Whilst he was moving, he heard the clicking of coins,

so he turned around and found stacks

of golden coins behind him.

Despite his injuries and his unbearable pain,

he wasn't going to let this lucky day

go by with a sad ending.

So again, he rose up.

It was the rise of a real champion,

and he went back home with his eyesight

and his pockets filled with gold.

Jacob used the gold

to build a school for the children in his village.

He spent all of it on the poor and the orphans

that he knew he was a very lucky person

and that the divine care surrounding him

was more precious than any gold in the world.

After all he went though, would he need any more proof?

Others call him Saint Jacob.

I think of myself as an ordinary man, not a saint.

In June, a referendum was conducted

in the year 2016 whether Britain should continue

to be a part of the European Union,

and with a shocking surprise,

the referendum came with the approving results

with 52% consenting to exit while the rest 48% refused.

The phenomenon of Britain leaving the European Union

was later known as Brexit,

which is short for Britain's Exit.

What became apparent for everybody

was that Britain's decision to exit the European Union

was due to border issues and international matters.

The real implications of such a decision

was a warning sign of the beginning of a new stage,

which is the stage of division of the United Kingdoms

and the rise of a new phenomenon on a global level.

In the third month of the year 2019,

the United States President used the first VETO

in his state to fund the building

of the wall separating the US from Mexico.

That was against a decision congress had adopted

to obstruct his efforts to raise the funding

for the building of such a wall on the border

of Mexico by the issuance

of an urgent national security threat.

And so, the United States proceeded with its plan

to build an enormous wall

overlooking the whole southern border with Mexico

under the excuse of preventing the arrival

of thousands of illegal immigrants and criminals

and the poor from Mexico and the countries

of Central and South America,

accusing them of being gang-affiliated individuals

affecting national security.

Before the US could finish building its great wall,

Mexico proceeded to build its own wall

on the borders separating it from Guatemala.

Following that, the United States in alliance

with Mexico made an agreement to fund the construction

of fences and barriers from barbed wire in the East Gulf

of Mexico and west of the Pacific,

so as to protect its water borders from illegal immigrants

coming from the south, including Cuba.

Before the end of the year 20-

the United States made another agreement.

This time with Canada through small diplomatic meetings

to build another wall at the American-Canadian borders

to prevent the merchants from smuggling

and tampering with merchandise.

It was obvious that the real reason

behind this sudden decision for the building

of that wall was to protect the interests

of many rich Americans who fund most of the campaigns

for the American presidency to increase their own profits.

In the year 20-

the controversy between India

and Pakistan had escalated at the Kashmiri borders.

This ended with the building of another controversial wall

that covered the whole Indian-Pakistani borders.

The walls divided the United Kingdom into England

and Scotland and Whales within short weeks,

and another wall was built between France and Spain,

yet another divided Japan into seven pieces.

Then followed walls in Poland, the Ukraine,

Russia and Italy.

In the year 20-

no new wall was built,

but it was an ominous sign signaling the great explosion

of the plague of our times.

Social media was set aflame with dialogues and discussions,

comments and programs that charged the world.

The tension was so thick you could cut through it

with a knife.

It was the fuel that fed into a monstrous fire,

and the fire of conflict burned ever brighter.

Social media was making enormous profits from accepting

to print and publish marketing campaigns

that support conflict.

It became an enormous source of spreading lies,

rumors and delusions regarding the importance

of the walls and their benefit to their countries

and nations.

Its main purpose was to increase the conflict

and strife so the conflicted parties could spread lies

and rumors about each other.

Social media firms would publish for both sides;

profit justifies the means.

At the start of the year 20-

the whole world became obsessed with building walls

between each other.

The plague of wall-building spread throughout

the whole world.

The United States was divided into 151 parts.

Walls divided Russia into 73 parts;

China was divided into 88 parts;

Germany to 32 pieces; Canada into 18;

India into 300; Pakistan into 77;

France into 28; Poland into 37;

and Egypt into 62.

The easiest and fastest solution for the United Nations

when such conflicts occurred

was to issue legislative decisions of separation

and to build of walls.

The profession of building walls

became the most prosperous in the whole world.

The plague intensified and spread with brutal force.

The walls became a major part of each country,

further separating and dividing into smaller

and smaller pieces until the world at the end of 20-

had been divided into more than 21,000 micro countries.

This was all done in the name

of preventing illegal immigrants

from threatening the national security of countries

and affecting their legacy and culture.

The world did not stop there.

It went on to divide oceans

and seas with metallic barbed wire.

It divided rivers and water resources.

Governments manipulated their streams and waterways.

Countries went on creating conflicts with each other

until water became a scarce resource.

Discrimination and injustice rose to power

and fed into religious strife, and violence increased

and crimes multiplied.

Social media was finally cut off and each micro country

had its own media designed to supervise

and monitor its own people.

The greed, myopia, irrational thinking

and moral degeneration of the social media firms

led it to stab itself in its own stomach,

and it started going bankrupt.

All that helped empower dictatorships that manifested

in their darkest forms, and the world became more evil.

Millions of people killed each other over the color

of their skin or their religious beliefs

and their races and origins.

Slavery came back and spread like wildfire.

Commerce and transportation became much harder

and worse in the world,

and no one cared about education anymore.

The world became retarded and illiterate

and declined into ignorance.

For you to travel from the Ukraine to Spain,

an airway company had to be approved

by 1,341 countries, just so a plane could pass over

all the borders.

Festivals, international concerts,

sport events and science conferences became extinct.

Peoples groups were too busy dividing lands

and creating selfish flags and isolating themselves

with walls.

The walls were an intrusion to nature.

Pollution increased and led to the death

and extinction of various animals, fish, birds and insects.

The Global Financial System couldn't keep up

with the drastic changes, which led to its downfall.

Companies announced their bankruptcy,

and even micro countries adopted the sole company strategy,

which is the military system.

The high-built walls prevented sunlight

from reaching into corners.

Humidity increased, as did petrification,

contagious diseases and foul smells.

Agriculture was severely affected everywhere

and plenty of crops were ruined.

Hunger and famine increased dramatically,

in addition to contagious diseases that led

to the building of more walls as people hung on

to the ideal they represented.

Even the global climate was affected.

Wind movements changed; rain and ocean waves led

to many tsunamis.

Layers of the atmosphere dispersed.

Direct sunlight became a danger to eyes, skin,

trees and all creatures.

Everything changed.

It was madness, and fear took over in its clearest form.

When the plague arrived somewhere, it rose fear

and panic into the people there,

making them lose their better judgment.

That plague was a curse on people's minds.

People didn't kill themselves with weapons

of mass destruction.

They weren't enslaved by the robots they talked about

with fear and admiration.

They weren't invaded by aliens, and comets didn't fall

from the skies.

What killed them was their ignorance and stupidity.

Their hatred.

When the world is ruled by fools, it is time to say goodbye.

I can't be certain about what is going on.

Waves of heat are rushing to my head.

My body is light as a feather.

Blood is flowing through me like water.

I can feel myself flying,

floating in the sky like a bird.

Yes, I feel my body preparing itself for something big.

I feel like I am about to do the most important thing

in my life.

I feel like a volcano, erupting angry red lava everywhere.

What an amazing feeling I am having in this moment.

It is truly magnificent.

My arms are extending.

I feel them turning into wings,

great wings like those of an eagle.

Wings capable of taking me away far from here.

How truly beautiful it is to be flying freely in the sky.

How amazing it is to break free from these earthly shackles.

The sound of water drops around me, taking me away

into the solitude of a high cave overlooking fields

of cotton-white clouds.

It's the sound of a distant ambulance screaming so loudly,

it wakes me up from my spiritual drifting.

I hope nobody's hurt.

It's alright if a car was wrecked or a building damaged,

as long as the destruction didn't catch anybody's soul

in its grip, or any poor children.

I love children.

That car, maybe that car was part of the accident!

Maybe it was badly wrecked, its poor driver!

I hope he is okay and returns safely to his family.

The last thing I remember is me heading down to the airport.

My movie had been nominated

to an international big film festival.

It is a great film and deserves to be watched.

It has plenty of great humane moments

that give it a deep meaning.

I worked on it very hard

and spent a lot of time shooting it.

I even had to sell my small house and my car too just

so I could produce it in the best quality.

And despite everything, I did really enjoy working on it.

After all the financial sacrifices I had made

and all the effort I put into it,

it needs to be a crushing success.

What is that red color I see?

Is it the red carpet?

It is!

It is the red carpet!

Did I really win?

Did my film really win?

Look at how they are gathering around me, taking pictures.

Listen to them cheering and admiring.

They are taking selfies with me!

I won.

I have finally won!

I became famous.

But why is the picture upside down?

I will always love you, my beloved left leg,

for you have always been the reason behind my victory.

You shot the ball very hard and achieved

for me many beautiful goals.

You were the reason behind my fame

and popularity in college, and you were the reason

behind all the fear every goalkeeper felt.

Because of you, all the coaches rushed to make me part

of their teams in league matches.

Don't be angry with me, my right leg,

for you have always been with me, stood by me,

but my left leg was like a canon that reaped

so many goals as generous as rain was.

It was blessed!

Do you remember that rainy night,

when we made the title and I had a muscle spasm?

You, you.

Hey.

Focus.

Don't pretend to be passed out.

Acting won't do you any good.

Your tricks won't fool us.

We will strip you down and show your truth,

for we are specialized

in extracting confidential information and confessions.

We have an ancient history that testifies

to our excellence in conducting investigations

and torture, so you will confess

to all your heinous crimes

and dark sins towards out great leader and great country

and nation and our national security.

Where am I? - We told you to stop acting.

What do you want?

"What do you want?"

He is playing the fool.

Give him a good beating.

You were hitting him too hard, so he passed out.

It's impeding our investigation.

The results of this inquiry and the reports we have

to deliver as fast as possible will now be delayed.

He deserves all of it and more.

It's a sure thing that whatever medications they

are injecting him with are affecting his mind,

making him break into all sorts of hallucinations.

You are right.

Yes, this is the sound of sweat dropping

in those thrilling matches from the intensity

of the work I put into it that day.

It feels like the sweat dripping off my face

could fill buckets.

Everyone was so eager for that amazing left leg

to get back into the match and score some more goals.

I love you, my beloved left leg.

It was always you

that I hung my hopes around and everybody else's hopes too.

You have spent 18 days here so far,

and we have no problem if your days reach 18 years.

You have been torturing me for all this time;

what do you want from me?

What have I done wrong?

You have to sign a statement

admitting your guilt and confessing

to all the crimes you have committed first.

And what are those crimes?

You should know that we have acquired a copy

of your damn film.

We studied it very well

and inspected all its atrocious violations.

We obtained accurate reports

about your activities form your social media.

My God, it took you 18 days of torture

for you to tell me this?

Shut your mouth.

We watched your film and were completely shocked.

It's a disgrace.

Not to mention that it wasn't subject

to military supervision and so it hasn't be approved.

Am I a soldier to be subject to that?

Shut your mouth.

Your movie didn't start with a salute to our president,

and it didn't contain any image or symbol

of respect towards Mr. President.

Was Mr. President the star of that movie?

You bustard, shut your mouth.

Your movie didn't end with any special thanks dedicated

to Mr. President for his extraordinary efforts in this film.

But, did Mr. President help in financing

or directing or facilitating any part of the movie?

I said, shut your mouth.

You have shared five posts with our enemies

on social media, and you have nine likes

that don't go together with the opinions

of Mr. President, and you haven't congratulated him

on his 39th birthday of him sitting on the throne.

You didn't even clap for his amazing party speech.

You fool.

Don't you know, the companies

behind social media provide us

with all the secret reports and special investigations

that we request for money,

favors and facilities in the country?

Listen, don't bother me with reading, just spare yourself

and sign the confession.

What will happen if I sign?

Hah, You will be assigned

to the next building, building number B7.

So, what is the point of confessing and signing?

To rid yourself of the guilt complex

you feel towards Mr. President.

I don't feel guilty.

I won't sign.

Do as you please.

Mr. President is a human being that eats

and drinks the same as the rest of us.

He walks and pisses just like everybody else on earth.

You are making him into a false god.

Damn you.

Sir, the prisoner 10H-12 has spent two months

under torture, and he refuses to confess.

Who, the filmmaker?

Yes, sir.

Damn him.

He sent his movie abroad a few months ago

through the internet and we couldn't stop it

or shut it down.

All of social media is looking into what happened

to him and asking to interview him because his movie

won multiple awards in many festivals.

- Yes, sir. - We don't want to be caught.

What should we do, sir?

Find a way to detonate a coffee shop

and stick the incident to him as a terrorist act.

But he is a white Caucasian,

and he is a director.

His biography is well known on the internet.

This won't convince the international media!

Okay.

Then set it up to look like a car accident

that happened while he was on his way to be honored

by the Mr. President on his successful film.

Yes, Sir!

Sir, we have set the incident and planned it carefully

to the last detail,

but, but... But what?

Speak!

Sir, after he lost one of his legs,

it seems like his soul doesn't want to leave his body.

It insists to live.

He is refusing to die!

What?

Return him to the military hospital

and we will look into this.

This subject is starting to get more and more complicated.

It looks like my film has won the award.

I have become famous now.

They are eager to take photos of me

Why can't anybody fix the upside-down image?

Wait.

Isn't that my shoe?

Yes, it sure is

But what is it doing there?

What is my right leg doing there by itself?

I hadn't been disappointed.

God bless you my left leg.

I am addressing you,

my responsibility,

you whom I was born to resurrect anew.

I am addressing you with blood pumping through my veins.

With my supreme desire transcending above all else,

above all desire ingrained in us with its animalistic urge.

The whims and greedy ambitions

of our oppressors have grown over us,

those killers of our dreams.

Dark years have passed with delusions

and regrets eating away the dreams of our inner child,

snatching hope from our spirits.

Our souls have sunk deeper

and deeper into the puddle of sins.

The will of justice and purity was skinned away

from our cells.

We are getting drunk on cups of bitterness,

shame and forgetfulness.

If our ancestors knew what happened to us,

out of bitterness and disrespect,

they wouldn't have dared touch a woman

nor be drank with pride.

Yes, our heads have bowed down to the putrefied darkness.

You, souls I have been sent to rescue.

The time has come.

No more torture and sins.

No more doubts.

With new blood and stronger determination,

chime for eternity.

Sir, we have received the news.

I know, stick to the plan.

It is time to dust off our heads.

Our victories will fly high in the bright sky.

The fog will be pierced by the rays of hope and purity.

We will rise with our wills,

and we will honor our foreheads with sweat and hard work.

We will kick the past and pull on the future

with our iron fists perfumed with dignity and purity.

We will squeeze the future for glory, pride, and virtue.

Let's leave this new slavery.

Let's de-sanctify fame and idols.

Sir, we have approached him.

Take him in unharmed.

He is harmless and unarmed.

I repeat, do not harm him.

Yes, sir!

I address all of you.

My responsibility.

You, whom I have been born to resurrect anew.

We will sharpen our conscience.

We will fortify ourselves.

We will take the hand of the weak

and honor the elderly among us.

We will honor women.

We won't disrespect the modesty of our mothers,

wives, daughters and sisters.

We will shine the light of the sun onto the worms

and parasites that have always fed on our blood

and sweat and tears

We will stomp them with our feet

that have always whipped under the rain.

It is time.

We will rebuild our forts

We will shape our wills like iron.

We will undress ourselves of our past

and its painful memories.

We will kill excuses and redundancy.

For new letters, and new colors, and a new history.

We will set the galaxy ablaze.

It is our testament, our new testament.

Poor Fletcher, this is his 41st escape.

He has spent 24 years in this damn mental institution.

He has been subjected to torture

and injustice since his childhood.

His mother abandoned him at the age of five.

His drunken father beat him up

and cut his tongue off when he was just seven

because he wouldn't sing along

with his father and his drunken companions.

A psychotic woman adopted him, tortured him a lot

and cut his genitals off.

He is very peaceful and harmless.

His writing makes stones come to life.

I haven't seen anyone with his will and determination.

He is very bright and educated.

He doesn't deserve all this.

I don't even know why?

The head of medics, Dr. Frost,

takes his vengeance upon him with various medications

and drugs.

There are rumors about Fletcher being the older brother

of the chief of staff of the army

and the ruler of the country.

He is holding him hostage in the asylum,

and doesn't want anyone to know he is his older brother

or anything about his real past.

Although many years have passed,

no one came to know how Fletcher transferred his speeches

from paper to the recording devices.

I still remember the first day on my job here.

10 years ago, I was newly employed.

And it was his 22nd escape attempt.

I remember everything accurately.

They dragged him past me covered in blood, like every time.

Then suddenly, he looked in my direction

with a pitying smile on his face.

It wasn't pity for the condition he was in.

It was for us.

I never felt afraid of him.

On the contrary, he has no record of ever being violent

or hurting anyone.

And I never felt any atom of his drenched in evil or danger.

When I pass him by,

he smells in a way I haven't smelled before.

I love to smell the air anywhere around him.

And when I have nightmares, I hurry towards his dorm

and try to sit anywhere as close to him as possible.

I always get the feeling that light is radiating off him.

I named my son by his name.

On holidays, I take him with me hoping that Fletcher Sr.

Would see him and pat his head, in the hopes that some

of his light would rub off on my son.

Despite all the suffering he has endured,

I don't feel any hatred coming from him.

I feel him carrying a big burden and great responsibility,

for us, for humanity.

I think he is a mute saint,

I collect all his writings and speeches.

I have one wish: to hear his voice, but he never speaks.

I can't finish my duties for today.

I would like to go home.

I feel a deep urge to cry, like every time.

The Mayer family

One of the richest families.

They invest billions of dollars

in the business sector, weapon trade, drugs,

wines and media.

Robinson is from the sixth generation of the Mayer family.

It is rumored that Mr. Mayer; the great grandfather

and the founder of the family came

to the country from Europe.

He was the biggest traders of slaves,

and it was one of the greatest criminal gangs found

in Nigeria and Africa that engaged

in kidnapping activities and shipping people as slaves

to Europe and America.

The family uses its media connections

to blackmail important figures and cover up

any scandal leaks about the family and their companies

and the crimes behind their business deals.

Many charges of corruption have been filed against them:

war crimes, money laundering,

labor abuse and rights infringements.

In the past three years, the family was charged

with more than 186 different cases.

The family never lost a case and was never convicted

for any of the charges, for they had evil means

to escape the justice system, like bribes,

intimidation, kidnapping, witness and judge assassinations,

scandal manufacturing and defamations of character.

Mike R. Mayer.

The eldest son of the family.

He is a perverted individual,

suffering from multiple psychological disorders,

behavioral deviations and assault.

He has a criminal record of reoccurring assault

against women and children.

His father is trying to get his hands

on his personal file in the mental institution Bright Hope

and burning it or destroying or falsifying it,

so that it wouldn't affect his future

in the family business.

He also wants to get him facial reconstructive surgery

outside the country to change his facial feature

and get him a new identity to pull him

out of the crimes he has done in the past.

He wants to sharpen his future image as the new

and official representative of the family

and sole beneficiary.

In doing so, it is highly likely

that he will use his rotten media to falsify his image.

Mr. Robinson's special operations team

has chosen the attending nurse in the facility,

Diana Brownly, to steal Mike's file and hand it over

to his father.

Nurse Diana Brownly.

38 years of age

Has worked as a nurse

and medical assistant in the psychiatric institution

called Bright Hope for 14 years.

A struggling wife and mother

living in a small rented apartment in one

of the poor neighborhoods in town.

The wife of a handicapped man who suffered fractures

to his spine due to a neglectful incident in one

of the construction projects of the Mayer family.

She has a six-year-old child who is suffering

from life-threatening conditions of his kidneys.

She is looking for financial aid

to help purchase a kidney for her son John

and to pay for their basic needs of food

and expensive medication and rent payments.

At first, the mother refused

to help the special operations unit of the Mayer family.

Then she changed her mind after having "the talk"

with one of the members of the team who was proficient

in the family ways of torture and extortion.

They promised to help get her son

a new healthy kidney within two weeks

of acquiring the required file,

and offering a generous sum of money as well.

They also threatened

to cut off her husband's monthly disability check

and using their powers to get her fired

from her job and throwing her and her whole family

on the street.

They promised to turn her life into a living hell

if she didn't agree to cooperate.

They forced her husband to convince her to take the deal.

After all these threats, Nurse Diana was incapable

of refusing to take the job assigned to her.

She was a role model for the poor and weak people

that were always taken advantage of by the Mayer family.

She was filled with fear from her knowledge

of the Mayer family power and of what they could do,

but she was filled with hope of getting a kidney

for her sick child.

She also knew they never kept their promises.

This is why it's called "HOPE."

Still, she regretfully decided to steal the file

of Mike R. Mayer from the director

of the institution's office, Doctor Sycosta.

Doctor Sycosta PHD.

47 years of age, unmarried.

A scientist and psychologist who is extremely intelligent.

He got his PHD at the age of 28.

A former parliament member.

The head of all psychiatrists in the state.

The head and founder of Bright Hope Institute.

The recipient of many awards in the field of psychiatry

from various German and Austrian and English universities.

He has many theories and published research

in the modern analysis of psychiatric science,

and he is the author of several published books

that have been translated to various languages.

He is a constant participant in events and charities

and fundraising events.

He spends plenty of his time doing voluntary work

and social services to help patients.

He is a moral person who hates dealing

with corrupt individuals.

He hates bribes and twisted means.

Very punctual in his appointments and suffers

from mood instabilities sometimes.

He had a violent record in his high school years.

Emilia, please stop whatever you are doing.

Pick up the clock and set it so as to call me

every 10 minutes exactly, like usual.

Don't stop calling

until I answer the phone by saying the word "done".

I am a pretty girl who is fabulous.

I love shopping and buying dresses and toys and candy.

I am not ready to take anyone with me whenever I go shopping

unless they are as pretty as I am

or whoever is ready and eager to please me

and carry my baggage and post my pictures and talk about me.

Since I am special and unique and come from a classy family,

I have lots of demands that others should come

to understand fast and do them so I won't feel angry

and upset.

I don't care about others, nor do I care about their needs,

for they are weak and ugly people.

They are worthless and don't tug on my heart strings.

They are jealous of everything I do, and they just want

to criticize me and put me down from my pedestal.

Jennifer Jen.

A bleeding wound from the past

Analysis,

a psychotic and confused woman, scores highly

on the Narcissistic scale, feeling self-loathing

and sadness towards herself,

suffers from being overweight and morbid obesity,

she weighs 425 pounds

and is 42 years of age, but she thinks

her real age is only nine years old.

Her father was a famous model

while her mother was an actress.

They both committed suicide in the North Pole

when she was nine years old.

That has affected her deeply

and her character disintegrated in this manner.

Due to her grandparents' over-compensation efforts,

her condition worsened because she was spoiled

with the extra care and attention

that was merely a compensation for the loss of her parents,

leading her to become extremely selfish.

She refused to grow up and mature

so she wouldn't have to take care of herself

and be self-reliant and self-sufficient.

She expects to be spoiled with attention and gifts

and other people's affection and compliments regarding

how beautiful she is since she thinks

of herself as a princess.

Life became increasingly hard for her

once there was a need to find a job in order

to support herself on her own.

She rejected reality

and went on believing she is still nine years old.

Note, therapy sessions should be intensified,

and tranquilizers and anti-depressants should be prescribed.

There is a need to consult trainers and nutritionists

to help her lose the excess weight.

Done.

Yes, we will be getting Mike

out of the country next week.

Yes.

Yes, we have set everything up.

The ID and passport issues and the plastic surgeon as well.

Everything is under control.

What stupid bastards!

But there are so many of them,

what should I do with these idiots?

Everyone thinks I died a while ago.

Some say I killed myself.

What is this madness?

Why would I kill myself

and leave this magnificent beauty behind?

One lustful look from one of my geek admirers

who chase after me breathlessly makes me want

to live 1000 years.

I didn't die.

Stranger than that are those

who visit my fake grave every year

leaving me roses and gifts.

I am the diamond, Marilyn Monroe, the American wonder,

the perfect woman, the Eve of this era.

One drop of sweat from my heavenly body

will intoxicate all men

and drown them in ecstasy.

Still and will look as fabulous as ever.

Christina Clyro, 27 years old.

The posters lady.

Analysis,

a shy asocial woman, obsessed with actresses

and pop stars and singers and famous celebrities.

Resembles a living encyclopedia of everything

that is acting and cinema-related.

Addicted to watching movies, TV series, and operas,

and spends most of her day doing so.

She also socializes and comments via the Internet.

Owns more than 1000 different posters

of various actresses and super models.

Every morning, she takes out her posters

and chooses one of the female characters.

Then, she dresses like her and does her hair

and makeup and imitates her voice and impersonates her.

She thinks she is the real character she impersonates.

Everything in her environment is organized

to support the delusion that she is a celebrity

and that she is in her artistic space.

The way she talks and moves resembles the actress

of choice for that day.

Very intelligent and skillful at writing,

works from home for the biggest publishing house

in the country.

She has a high income.

She owns hundreds of various cosmetic products

to different brands and facial care products.

She suffered from third degree burns

in a school storage unit

that damaged her neck and back and legs

and other areas of her body.

No plastic reconstruction was conducted at the time

due to the poverty conditions of her family.

Note, a dermatologist

and plastic surgeon should be consulted

about her condition as a major part of treatment.

Done.

No, no.

Don't worry, honey.

The nurse will get the file of our son this evening.

Yes, it is certain.

Everything was planned to its last detail.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Rape and beat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Kill and delete.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Rape and beat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Kill and delete.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Rape and beat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Kill and delete.

Free Jack Morgan.

Age, 43 years old.

A monster is hiding in the dark.

Analysis,

a man working at a full-time job,

married with three children, suffered continuous physical

and psychological abuse during his childhood.

He was naturally numbed out by the daily routine.

He continued studying and working on his job

in the stock market, occupying himself

with providing for his family.

He feels like there is a monster trapped inside of him,

and he expects that monster

to come when the routine breaks or in sudden circumstances.

Might engage in violent unexpected crimes

that might shock society on a large scale.

There are suspicions surrounding the disappearance

of both his parents during his teenage years,

but they were only circumstantial.

He suffers from sluggishness and sudden blackouts.

He speaks in a dull, slow way and his subjects

are boring and repetitive.

He has some fidgety movements and a calm tone of voice,

but some words are high-pitched, matching his snappy,

sudden movements.

He has a deep breathy voice.

He believes death is the most honorable

and effective solution for any problem,

but he never discusses that with anyone.

He has an odd sense of thinking in his responses,

for he doesn't laugh when other people laugh,

and he doesn't feel sad or sympathy.

He doesn't complain about the cold

for he is as dull as rubber.

When he speaks, you can't see any muscles move on his face.

His voice is a freezing cold wind coming out of the depths

of his stomach.

Note, special case.

Poses extreme threat.

Should be kept within his routine habits

and busy with tasks.

Should avoid being agitated until he is fully treated.

Dear Emilia, please call me in precisely 20 minutes

and don't stop until I answer with the word "done".

Let us begin.

I feel like my work as a psychiatrist

is like a cleaner who washes blood off the floor

and polishes it after a crime was committed.

The poor nurse was saved by the ringing of the phone.

I will help her with the best of my knowledge and abilities.

People always come to me for therapy after it's too late.

After they have had a breakdown and their dreams were lost

and their souls were crushed.

As a consequence of the greed and evil of criminals

who see justice as something to be stepped on.

I see I should start with the heads of the snake instead

of feeling for their tails.

Or I should get busy giving drugs and tranquilizers

and anti-depressants to the poor victims.

This family is a cancer that needs to be dissected.

Tired, overloaded.

I felt numb all over when I fell asleep that lunar night.

I could not stop trembling.

Feeling heavy.

My eyelids were flickering,

trying to awaken me due to a nerve impulse.

A brief light flash showed a message on my phone.

I tried to ignore it and get back to sleep,

but my rapid heartbeat made me feel maybe it was important.

I picked up the phone upside down

and something told me it was the right way

to pick up the phone this time,

but reading was not possible that way.

Half asleep, half awake, in an artificially lazy

and lax way, I turned it around

and began reading the message.

Rapidly, I felt a dark, mossy shiver wave inside me,

then all over, from head to toe.

I closed the phone.

The throbbing of my heartbeat was so loud.

It filled my ears and dehydrated my mouth,

confirming this is true, that what I read was real.

The essence of the message was this,

my heart wants,

needs a vacation for one day without pulsing!

My God!

I can't live for one day without my heart pulse.

I glance around, looking here and there,

trying to deny the fact,

but my heartbeat confirms again,

and I can read my heartbeats very well.

Then I threaten him with punishment,

but he threatens me with strike!

A few days passed, maybe moments?

Thinking about it.

I engaged a mediator, my brain, for reconciliation

between us, but my heart rejected mediation!

And how would he accept mediation by something biased

towards me who is a bitter enemy to him?

I thought of scaring or torturing him,

so that I would bring him back to his senses,

to extract what is inside him,

imprison,

scatter to pieces,

execution,

squashing,

throwing away,

make format for him, install healthy programs

or update its anti-virus.

I thought I'd give him medication,

extract the toxins,

or replace him.

With all these frightening bloody thoughts,

my heart was beating, slowly calmly, feeling reassurance.

I felt a lot of despair, sadness and loss around me.

The only moment I feel defeating gravity

is when I feel dizzy, but can I feel victory

when I cannot understand what is going on around me?

This is certainly a sour victory.

To prolong my misery, I picked up the phone

to read the message again,

and remembered that I had not completed reading it before.

It ended with the reasons for the vacation request.

"My dear,"

pollution is killing me.

It kills every living thing.

The world is running behind technology,

which is behind money, which is clenched

in the fists of the greediest people who have no mercy.

A handful of dictators and insane rulers who kill

and uproot millions of people every day merely on a whim,

all in the name of religion, color, language, party or...

The family is dying.

The woman is no longer the mother,

neither is the man the father nor the child the son.

They become like organic human machines in order

to earn more profits for the owners of the well-fed bellies.

We are born as human, but today,

this one is called refugee and that one an immigrant.

Drug companies are manipulating human beings

and their lives.

They are killing them.

Everyone knows that and applauds.

The gangs of wolves and vultures kill mercilessly

under the banner of the tyranny of greed.

Look at your body, and what poisonous news has done to you.

It's devouring us.

I want a vacation to forget everything, just one day.

I feel the sound of my heart beating with sweat

and falling tears,

but my heart loves me!

He has always loved me and delighted in me.

Is this how I reward those who love me?

By torturing them?

I decide to sit down with him and talk frankly.

The conversation ended in a decision

of a red farewell lunch.

In my heart, I was sad and angry to the point

of swallowing him.

Also, he did not want a graveyard other

than my exhausted body.

My body embraced the heart, hugged the ground

with warmth and closed my eyes in surrender

For the first time in my life, my heart is on vacation

This is the end.

Peace.

Later, I woke up

and walked unconsciously.

I heard a deceiving voice.

It's the salvation.

I thought before that

that men cannot live without a heart.

But I found out otherwise.

Like many who we see in our lives, who walk unconsciously,

they, who do not care about humanity or others' rights,

it seems they have eaten their own hearts too.

Like me!

I feel heaviness in my body.

I've lost my soul virginity.

Now, I'm a zombie like them!