2011 Tsunami, a Whistling Express Train - Halu Gamashi

2011 tsunami, a whistling express train

My stories are made up out of important people’s names. I must be successful and able to seize opportunities. I cautiously step forward. On a slow move, I use people like stairs as I climb over and onto them to reach higher and higher. I ride on a comet tail which is made of the bright and wonderful and literate people, with whom I’m harshly crude.

I am evidence-based and I must become successful by all means. I use famous people’s names, so my unscathed obscurity emerges in triumph.

I am nobody. I am a cheeky self-serving jerk, and all other swearing and critic views people might think and talk about me. And they should be right, or, at least, I’m willing to accept them. Do not throw your garbage away, but throw it at Halu Gamashi. She is the sweeper on the streets, or… Who knows? Everything might be upside-down.

I might be crazy, I might be a lunatic schizophrenic. I might be called sick and be labeled with all diagnostics given by the psychiatrists and non-psychiatrists, psychologists and logic-psyches. I accept free medicine samples. I may also be a voice which reminds you of something, a voice recruiting those who are right and wrong, who are losers and winners, a voice calling the clan back to assume its role.

Remember there are 11 years left until we reach year 2022, which should be the last call, or the one before the last. Who knows? I honestly want to believe it shall be the one before the last. Being faithful to everything on earth and beyond, I hope the last call shall be made by somebody else. I really don’t want to hear it.

Ladies and gentlemen, be cautious. You are like flowers that don’t need codenames, you are jasmine pure essence, the pending artifacts in Babylon Gardens, the Olympian gods and goddesses. There comes the time something must be done for peace. Please, listen those who are able to listen.

Halu Gamashi