Cast cislo dva :: Remember, remember, the velvet November


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PART TWO

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Ladislav Gradecki - Dno

Keď som pracoval s Michalom pri výstavisku, prišiel mi zo začiatku ako zaujímavý týpek. Boli sme pridelení do pracovného páru, tak sme spolu kecali, síce prázdne kydy, ale čo budeš s lopatou, rozoberať Kierkegaarda? Ako sa jeden druhému sťažujeme na naše vtedajšie peňažné ohodnotenie, Michal príde s niečím, čo nemôžeš nazvať inak než "hlboká myšlienka". Akurát som sa dozvedel, že jeho 206ka mu je pribytkom, to aby ste boli v obraze. Vraví mi, že na to, aby ste sa dostali na vrchol, na úplný vrchol, musíte padnúť na samé dno. Počúvam, nová myšlienka pre mňa, premýšľam nad ňou v práci, aj po, cestou v električke, premýšľam a ono to bude viac rokov, ako to s tým MC Demižón na krku...
Po istom čase, keď tvrdenie nonstop skúmam a možno ho nepochopím nikdy do hĺbky, ako si ideálne predstavujem, po nejakom čase sa nájde argument, ktorý fakticky vyvracia dané tvrdenie. A to mi stačí. Lenže aby toho nebolo malo, dôjde mi, že nielenže si novú argumentáciu neosvojím, ja siahnem po protipóle. Aj toto by ešte bolo vcelku pochopiteľne, keďže sa od mala za každú cenu snažím vyprofilovať do jedinečnosti, per se a utekať od tohto naskrz skazeného, no navonok sporiadane žijúceho sociopata. Obrazu ktorý sa mi prisnil raz, keď som cestoval dlho vlakom. On ale prilezie absolútny mindfuck. Vezmeš jednotlivé výrazy daného tvrdenia a nanovo ich usporiadaš. Nateraz jedno akým spôsobom. Celé sa to nazýva regrouping the terms, correct me if wrong. Mne vyšlo nakoniec následovné "Na to, aby si si uvedomil, že si na samom dne, musíš byť aspoň raz na vrchole. Nesmieš sa pohybovať iba v záporných hodnotách a určite nesmieš byť na dne pričasto, potom stráca pojem dno svoj význam a hľadá si nové minimum." Regrouping terms to asi nakoniec nebude, ale napadlo mi to narýchlo predtým, ako som sa rozhodoval, ísť späť na bar alebo Janka. Len toľko som na tomto kúsku chcel povedať.
https://slovensko.rtvs.sk/rubriky/sutaze-radia-slovensko/314506/321-slov-literarne-sortky-posluchacov-radia-slovensko-edicia-2023

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Venované pani Bohuslave Antašovej, za jej štedrosť a podporu nakladateľstvu Tiferet a Števovi Gajdošovi ako opozdeny narodeninový darček. A Matkovi ako ospravedlnenie, že mi skoro rok trvalo pochopiť, že mi terapie nemôžeš robiť, aj keď sme sa dohodli…

Slaviša Rubinštajn - Rojko už len podchvíľou (ďalšia kapitola z románu Pornokojn)

Bývam na Dolných Honoch, na samom konci Bratislavy. Vo voľnom čase sa rád chodím prechádzat, predovšetkým tu na okolí, prejdem sa buď na Pešiu zónu, k vlakovej zastávke alebo opačným smerom k bejzbolovemu ihrisku. To už sú Biskupice, ak neviete. Predel medzi Vrakunou, pod ktorú spadame aj my, a Podunajskými Biskupicami je najlepšie vymedziť dráhou linky 78, po tom čo zaboči k veľkému Tescu až po kruháč. Smerom do mesta napravo 82107(my), naľavo 82106.
To som minule zahol za domom smer Lidl, prešiel za Kazansku a mal v úmysle vratit sa medzi domami poza školu. Premýšľal som o surreal dada španielskom autorovi Federicovi Garciovi Lorcovi. Nič som od neho nečítal, no roky 1898 až 1936, ohranicujuce jeho zivot, vám odrapkam aj v polospánku. Viem o ňom, že sa priatelil so Salvadorom Dalím, že podporoval počiatočný Ľudový front, keď ešte PSUM a PSOE držali s anarchistami CNT-FAI a trockistami z POUM, o španielskej občianskej vojne istú trochu viem z knihy Hold Katalánsku. Budem na moment osobný a priznám sa, že keď som ju druhý raz luskal v Metz počas Erasmu v anglickom originali, rozplakal som sa. Táto kniha má v tejto kategórii prím. Remarqueova Iskra života, Kafkov Dopis otcovi, dokonca ani Jar Adely Ostroluckej mnou nepohli tak, ako moj obľúbeny roman od Georgea Orwella. Novinkou o Garcia Lorcovi bol pre mňa fakt, že bol homosexuál, čo mohlo byť príčinou jeho smrti. Starý dobrý ultrakonzervativny generalissimus Franco a jeho ultrakonzervativne metódy…
Ako sa nad tým zamyslam, tak si zrazu predstavujem, ako sa mi nepodarí zmiznúť z Bratislavy, ako nebudem mať peniaze na židovskú škôlku a malého budem musieť poslať, s masnym úplatkom medzi nezidovske deti. Nie je mi zaťažko dosadiť si štvor(pat potazme)ročného nevlastného brata ako vizuálnu náhradu toho, čo B"H príde o pár rokov. Ako sa tam v hlave prezleciem z teplákov a sustakovej bundy do čierneho kabátu s jarmulkou pod klobukom a tmavymi nohavicami, predstavím si svoju ratolesť položiť mi náročnú otázku.
-Tati, čo to je zle?
-To si kde počul.
-Danka nám vravela, že ležať na chrbte je zle.
No do istej miery má pravdu, rabín Yaron Reuven vraví, že Žid nemá ležať ani na bruchu ani na chrbte, zdroj a ďalšie referencie neuviedol, no slovo zle tiež nepoužil.
-Nemam rád slovo zle.
Krpec len kuka, ja mu vysvetlim, že všetko je Ratzon HaShem, vola B-zia a že keď ťa oživujú, tak kým nie si v stabilizovanej polohe (props to David a Kosto, rok 2016), tak je lepšie byť na chrbte. Že zle, to je akoby si povedal neželané.
Na chvíľu mu to postačí, potom zas dvihne hlavu smerom ja a zapálená elemka (nesie moje iniciály, pozn.aut.) a posmeli sa
-Som ja zlý?
-Zly? Akože neželaný? Čo si…veď mamina a ja sme si ťa vymodlili. Vieš, čo ja som sa nakecal zalmov, ktorých rabinov som prosil o požehnanie…
Jedného. Toho môjho a išlo skôr o administratívnu výpomoc. Drobne zveličenie. Malého to ale umlci, vtom mi zmizne z mojej predstavy a ja si uvedomím, že o slovo sa v mojom veku hlási najsilnejší pud. Ten otcovsky…
Potom ak si dobre pamätám mi skrsla v gebuli táto unikátnosť. Pokračovanie poviedky Revízori, ktorú ste si mohli prečítať v prvej časti Pornokojn.
Písané by to bolo v bodoch.

Slavishah Rubinstein - Revízori 2

1/Na báze celej siete Dopravného podniku mesta Bratislavy, rozumej všetky autobusy, trolejbusy, električky aj nocaky vytvoríme aplikáciu, ktorá sníma aktuálnu polohu zariadenia.
2/Po lokalizovani revízora resp revízorov nahlasime, v ktorom spojí a na ktorej zastávke zrovna sú. Či už vo vozidle alebo na zastávke samotnej.
3/Ďalej som to veľmi nedomyslel, ale patologickost mne vlastná mi predostrela bod 4.
4/Dáme dokopy bandu 8-10 bitkárov a vydáme sa revízorom naproti.

Posledný bod by som, ale rád odpískal pochvalou tým dvom kontrolorov, čo mi pokutu odpustili. Aj oni sú ľudia, koniec koncov…

Rozhovor, ktorý reálne prebehol pocas Shabbos Terumah, jeden by mohol namietať, na čo som tam liezol, na svoju chabú obhajobu rieknem

Achshav ani lo shomer shabbos, slichah.

Ich - pán revízor, mňa prosím vás nekontrolujte. Vidíte že flaskujem.
Revízor (nepríjemným hlasom) - bolo by to asi zbytočne, že?
Ich - už skoro rok čakám na invalidný...

A prepieklo sa mi to. A to nebolo rojcenie, realita vie byť aj znesiteľna a prijemne prekvapiva.
No v medziach imaginácie to je často krajšie.
Počúvajte toto:
Ten istý seplak, teraz už ale sedemročný, prvák za mnou po Shabbosovom (v predstavách striktne dodržiavať) obede, kedy som sa úmyselne moc neprejedol len tak polihujem s mojím Artscroll Tanachom, zatiaľ čo pani domáca, potom čo za mojej a Radovanovej pomoci zbavila použitý riad mikroskopických zbytkov a nechala ho na Motzaei Shabbos, jaj, to sa mi bude dobre drhnut, pustím si shiyur, paráda…
Pani domáca si číta v kresle nejakú picovsku gojsku beletriu, keď vtom Rašo
-Tati, komu môžem ísť robiť zle?
-Hmm, bojova výprava zatiaľ čo ja pôjdem na minchu? Vynikajúci plán, Rašo, mám ti niekoho odporučiť?
-Ano, táti. Prosím.
-Pamatas si, kde byva Emil?
-Pamatam.
-Tak navrhujem upriamit pozornost na Emila.
-Tati, ale Emil je už tretiak.
-Vies čo mi raz povedal môj otec? Že ako tretiak nasipal aj siestakovi.
-Dedo Marián mi je vzorom, zasalutuje, nazuje si také polobotky, čo si na sobotu nechá zaviazané a padá z domu. Len kuknem do postieľky, kde spí dvojročná Svetlana, keď vtom z pani domácej vylezie strohe
-Kokot!
Ignorujem disent, zatiaľ čo si rozopinam košeľu.
-Kokot pojebany infantilny, za to, že si jeho otcovi raz niečo sľúbil, keď ste boli na výške…
No prrr, ja som už vtedy bol výhodeny z vysokej, ale áno, sú tam íste nezrovnalosti. Niečo sme si sľúbili a ja som bol dlho v tom, že sľub platí.
-Mame cirka 20 minút, kým sa Svetlana zobudí. Pre tvoju informáciu.
Cez rez o sedemnásť minút oddychujem zakliesnený do svojej manželky, ktorú som naučil falšovať svoj podpis. Keby som robil obštrukcie pri rozvode. Čo aj budem, keby ti nebolo jasné.
Postupne sa vzpamatavam, keď z ulice počujem krik. Nejak rýchlo to k nim stihol… že by si zobral elektricku? Chas ve Shalom…
-Majky… narýchlo sa oblečiem, Maťko Herr Artz, nie zrovna zástanca fyzickych trestov len tak poposuva pred sebou mojho Radovana a oddeľuje ho od svojho Emila.
-Majky, mal by si mu dohovoriť, boli sme v parku, keď z kríkov vybehol s palicou a udrel Emilka po tvári…
-Palicou po tvári? Nosenie beshabbos? Radovan, to sa mi neľúbi…
To už pani domáca, tá imaginarna, ktorá není podľa mojich zdrojov na sedemročného Rasa vôbec žiadna mladucha, vylezie von a pred naším domom, ktoreho najom plati zo svojho príjmu, ma vyliska vechtom k Matkovemu uskrnu. Ja tam stojím jako ostata ticka v záhone, pozývam pána doktora na koláč a víno, že pardon. Pani psychologická a pán doktor, pôvodne vyštudovaný psychiater majú veľa spoločných tém, tém, ktoré má vyclenuju resp v niektorých momentoch som vynikajúci exemplár daného javu. Narcisizmus, apatia, potláčany hnev. Po koláči a dvoch pohároch vína Šurki vypadne aj s malým kadelahsie, ja lutujem, že som uprednostnil svoju Bashert pred minyanom , tak to často býva… Stará klasika všetko pokazí, my s krpcom sme svoje docasne osvojene masky držali aj mimo Purim. Čo už, ešte musím veľa dospieť do veľkosti iných…

Čiže asi toľko k môjmu sucasnemu sneniu za dňa, ktorému sa už ani poriadne nevenujem.

PS Yesh sever? Ja, die Hoeffnung stuerb die letzte.

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BSD

Dear Rabbi

This is Michal Lieskovec, in our sms communication I have mentioned sending you a brief summary of how things are. Here it is.

Reflecting current state of affairs (applicable for the author)

How does one most pithily define 'abstract surreal dadaism'?
Firstly, this invention of míne still bears no fruits to this dáte even though we have set Up a publishing house by the name tiferet.. Secondly, being creative as so to say, brings me away from Torah studies n giyur preparation, disregard currently counting on you being my sponsoring Rabbi. For now, the only assigned dutý is still in progress.

What is it at best that one reads this chapter?
In German it might resemble to…

Wie mann loest dieses Artikel am besten?
Beirut, likesay…
(Here you have been introduced to abstrakt surreal dadaism.)

I should have told you the jokes of my own making are either pretty stale or have been repeated since Nimrod ruled over a significant portion of land. And again, we are trying to impress with unusual knowledge of facts, are we…

So for starters, let us say something on what bothers me, troubles me, pisses me off and perhaps even startles me. Recently, I have been hospitalised within the premises of mental asylum, yes, you guess right, it was one of the Slovak faciliies which are currently reaping the very late fruits of 30 year lasting embezzlement, ongoing braindrain, accompanied by our passive standing by and silent nodding to gradual destruction of Slovakia's health system. The main reason for being hospitalised was not surprising, I overdosed. It triggered a strong manic epizóde where I was not able to follow my crooked version of reality anymore, so I decided to call myself an ambulance. Soon after I was starting to get back in the regular shape, I realised that one of my facets is and unfortunately always will be an F25.3 diagnosed patient struggling to keep clean in perhaps poorest neighbourhood in Bratislava. Which environment to place oneself into, under such conditions? My favourite Slovak writer, late Peter Pistanek has expressed a similar pattern on the character of Martin Junec, a Slovak who is múch better off when not in his home country. The reasons may vary, first despite being members of Western organisations such sa European Union, we can still be characterised as Ostblok and the rules of the game are not always either followed or conceived in a fair play manner. Plus all the little noise that can be best silenced by Slav looking pack of goons. I also got a warning when gone too curious among local lumpenproletariat, just before the hospitalisation, the memories are blurry though. Very funny is the prevalence of expats among Slovak baalei n baalot teshuva. Have noticed.
Next sector of our society here in Slovakia that went from world's number one down the f-word toilet is… educational system. I still occasionaly daydream, even in secular realm that I could enrol for managerial mathematics down at good ol' MatFyz (Faculty of Mathematics, Physics and IT - Commenius Univerzity) or even go for a backup option, aplikovaná ekonómia/applied economics at FSEV UK. (Social n economic sciences, same univerzity). The unfinished higher education still represents a major failure in my life for me n others, given my previous student curriculum. On a bright day, I let myself entertain with a thought that I am given trust and with some tears shed, I have been offered a second chance, in some unknown, obscure Yeshiva University where I cling myself firmly to an area of study that mesmerises me the most. Is it Midrashim or Kaballah? None of them, in the future on repeat, I am taken hostage in endless world of Gematriah.
Ani po vaani lomed tora talmud vematematika. Aside I might benefit and still develop my talent for languages, who knows, it is not impossible to even persuade someone to study with me Serbocroatian or Bosnian as a new addition to world speeches is known. It is regarded with contempt and disdain if I mention that the most attractive language is not my mother tongue but rather one of these three. But this level is on the I level.
Let us delve now into the parental duty that is hidden under the carpet (based on my age, my ongoing intention to convert to judaism leaving me unfitting material to mate due to mental illness, lastly I also listen to innate urges and ponder my future role of a parent with awe). So the potential difficulty is represented by lack of Jewish schools in Bratislava. Do I want to mix the following relay point in the chain that I have dilligently imposed on myself? Yep, I refer to passing down of Jewish tradition. Who cares now that I have not been raised in that environment? The studied element of our family has been lowered by a generation. All the secular influences, all the temptations, whether impersonated by people, some tactile tendencies that lure you into going off the derech or some other abstract concepts, fads n tendencies which try to steal yours and your family's attention from the things that are kadosh, that are important and persistent. The struggle seem to be ongoing, why to forfeit without fight, why to adopt the behavioral manners which have been quitted so long ago? Therefore to position oneself in proximity of decent Jewish schools and educational institutions is advised.
Torah teaches us not to hate. I do hate, two things known to me I do hate. Number one - crystal meth. I hate that substance so much, I cannot even express the resentment and hatred in words. Second incident - me living in my homeland. I purely cannot stand myself, living here, being still in contact.with the rhythm, rules and philosophies of my previous life. I change only slowly, with great difficulty, without any support from the fanbase. Next puzzle however, is kind of delicate one.
The mental health of my mom has deteriorated in a very dramatic way in space of last twelve months. It was precisely after last year's Tu BiShvat where she got down with anxiety-depressive episode and I had to také care of her. By no means do I look upon her as an unwanted burden, yet the Yiddishe infrastructure is here lacking. In the space of Earth finishing one complete rotation around Sun, my mom had to face the lows brought up by our family hereditory disease, the schizoaffective disorder. I feel that as a son, I am of good support. Strangely, this caretaker duty is very tiring, sometimes I also purely stay in bed, for days even n avoid company or any occupation ať all. The social security system in Slovakia is a bad joke, the state institutions representing an obstacle that cannot be won by any means unless you have a background of dealing with likewise bureacracy. Me not, my apologies. I struggle to bring the daily bread ever since I can remember. Ever since I can remember on a timeline with a tag "I had a nice talk with that brunette, #tenkouakoprút, on the kashrut products when her family n her were on their way to former Yugoslavia." Yugo - the nicest language, Remember?
Oh I forget. Someone appeared in my world a bit out of sequence. Who knows, She might be eventually my Bashert. I mean, who knows ať this point of my life story…Well first, when she cloaks that I am a manic malconent clown, she might just excuse herself and politely moves a few metres away letting me know that I am not of her most desired sort…
Secondly, since I last saw her, it mušt have been how long, six months or so? More or lesa. Who knows, She might have mét someone. She might have mét her ziguv and they made it happen.
Who knows…
Well, things are like these, on several occasions, I have been in presence of this madam, most of the moments even without knowing that we are next to each other, I do not know much how she looks and it always left some unusual mark. Please read on.
The first moment I noticed her, my thoughts were "hey there is actually someone who can dress properly here in Kehilat Shel Bratislava" where I briefly worked and I did not say it from the perspektíve that my mom's profession before going fulltime on disability allowance was costume designer, it is due to tzniut being the mitzvah that I have set as the one that I will follow and uphold most carefully, a step taken up after my switch from having Rabbi Kapustin, a bright exception - the only one - in the world of reform judaism and switching temporatily to Rebbe Myers as a sponzoring rabbi. I have acted with utmost care not to jeopardize her modesty, avoiding the stare gaze as stated in Pirkei Avos, greatly manifested by a similitude between Reuben - Bilha seclusion which triggered unwanted conlusions and the moment when I ended on my own with that unexpected guest, the main character of that Friday's spectacle in kosher restaurant. For me, seeing that the window that is letting the light in the kosher shop, seeing that it is not covered therefore anyone can see inside plus the blinds which enabled her mom to oversee any potential screwups, well the tzniyut of such a highly valued guest was intact. And the new fact from the kosher world that I had learnt two days prior to this encounter, bishul yisroel, a two word exclusive tag came in hand. And who knows, even though I was initially angered that the onion jám was missing from the French imported aisle, which I so fervently looked for and even revealed that I speak one of the Fremdsprachen, they noticed and to me, for the first tíme after 25 years of learning French, I pondered an eventuality that speaking francais can even have some benefits. In addition, I said to myself, what kind of scran do the rich pricks spoil themselves with on their holiday trip, an event lacking in my world since 2006.
In that summer I mét a young Israeli by the name Yael. G-d's favourite game of parrables, isnt it odd that Yael / Mountain goat is a Slovak national symbol? No worries, we were on shomrim negiah terms, we did nôt even date.
So on occasion, I fantasize about having a life partner who serves as a sane backbone of our newly created family. Not too much though, still one is entitled to have daydreams.
Since Rosh HaShannah Taf Shin Pey Beit when I ammounted for messing up community's festive meal, I struggle to keep a job on top of everything. This has been my pesimistic, critical point of view. Please note that when I cut ties or do not keep in touch with someone I have known, I see it in a positive manner. I have been informing people about my intentions to relocate to Wien, with hardly any vocal support. I know on a cognitive level that every moment, every situation, every hurdle is there for my own benefit and in the medium to long term, this is just a harbringer for the next stage, B"H another také on conversion process will follow soon and then subsequent new era of my life.
Please be informed that today I will be going to hospital with mild depression, as advised by my psychiatrist. This might speed Up the disability allowance application. I will let you know as soon as I am released and have some relevant information.
I will end this email by stating that I am motivated to become one of Am Yisrael as ever before, I am just not ready yet to start the giyur anew at this moment. By my own calculation, Pesach is the auspicious tíme to leave one's own Mitzrayim. Got to get more prepared in the meantime.

Dear HaRav, be of good health, be positive, behatzlachah rabbah with your kashrut activities.

Kol tuv

Michal Lieskovec, ger from Bratislava

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/ subtitle - Just as if you were reborn.../

Hí, smee again, but this time I have a novelty with me that I want to share, a novelty that I am proud of. I quit peddling. A few months ago. Reasonable sense of shame in front of my dear friend upon reuniting with him after give+ years, an unprecedented spiritual emptiness caused by drug relapse and lack of quality company has incited me to move away from my side project, an alternatíve source of income, the subversive and crookish lifestyle has been put on shelf, locked in my old room at parents’ place which serves as a backup whenever a potential femme fatale decides to dump me or I go ballistic, the most likely outcome is that I am confined in the bed that has been there for me way back as a perspective teenager, the adult though going again through cauld turkey, temporarily. The totality of years spent on this planet has accumulated significant experience in this field. As I say, this relapse has been the last one. Ever. What will take you by surprise is that I am confident in it. I believe, yeah, take my word for it.
Around the block, I greet the same people who know me as an outlet, a mobile one, where you can get rid of your current problems. I am seen as a healer, to a certain extent. It is an illusion. A very short-term solution to a complex setup which cannot be left simply by sniffing two-three inches long line of white powder. Please review on your end if holding firmly to this grandiose lie. Do something about it. Heh, no attempts to talk your way out of your own portion of responsibility, bear in mind that it is not only intellect that gets damaged, the soul part of yours is heavily polluted. Last but not least is your system of values and your sketchy behaviour. Back in the days, when you were such a hot shot, comedowns had been just an occasional slip up. Presently, you avoid other people’s company so frequently that everyone notices your behavioral pattern changes, in the poor part of town, the poison and the cause of so many families ruined, has been the article I was dispatching and redistributing according to other people’s demand. Shame on me.
So you need a new past time activity. The one that fills up that tremendous hole which is left from 20+ year habit, the one that moves you forward from despair and pessimism. Which way is the one for me? Simple, I became religious. The usual exit way for the cowards, you might pressume.
So considerate and supportive, being very grateful. Bearing In mind that the belief I chose, their representatives do not proselytyze and by some opinions, it does not own up to some standardized definition of the term religion. Where does that leave me? In the grey area between my kind and chosen people of Israel, a nation that I have been trying to infiltrate for past eight years, soon this lenghty period to be applicable and valid for me. As it was just yesterday that I could no longer continue as a capital fuckup and tried to leave this world througn my own efforts. G-d barred me from premature escape, put me back down on this planet, to cope with ongoing failures, losses and tribulations. Heard of Job? Not Job.svoju.mat, hey, be a bit mature please, I am reffering to the Tanakh bad luck impersonation who has been seriously tried, in spite of that, still maintaining his faith and acceptance of G-d’s portin of Olam HaBa tailor-made for him. See, on some occasion, I feel as I am of that very same kind. Just as my favourtte character conceived by Irvine Welsh in his fictious version of Edinburgh and outlying domains. I am of course referring to Spud.
Out of some unexplicable incentive, I have come to a job interview high as a kite on meth. Our local version of amphetamine stimulant. It all went well, no suspision raised till the relevant commison have been mentionned. My rush got to a new dimension, I started calculating likely earnigns, I thought I made it to big league. On top of that, the tram stop where the business center is located is named after the Torah giant, Chatam Sofer himself. I found this to be an utter koved /FYI this means honour/, I felt protected and no harm could have appeared, just as my naive componenfs fervently dictated to the intoxicated brain.
First day at work, me starting again on the clean percentage of Bantusatn’s population, I have been given the opportunity to brush up on my economics and finance elementary knowledge, then I was thrown among my colleagues who tried to lure a potential selfemployed hard working compatriot into an automated, nicely developed software which should have, through automation, assymetric information provided by head scalper, plus usual red flags and obvious warnings in place. I calculated ten drug references, please do not think I am innocent, nevertheless, if willing to abstain from those dangerous substances, make sure you are surrounded by appropriate peers and that you build a protective dam or dyke that does not permeate any umwamted temptations. In addition, I would bet all these people in their past-time munched heavily on the Hollywood movie which I slept through, Scorcese’s A Wolf from Wall Street. Any apparent lack of interest from the potential client has been greeted with curse words, foul language and verbal attacks just as he hung up. Double standards at its finest. This 20plus beauty sitting in front of me has openly admitted she has been saving money for a breast operation. An enlargement. I imagined those nice 1+ to 2- being recreated, this decision has been based on which point of view, eh? Nevermind the tiny tits of her, I have to say plasuses for being given some economic information that I had not known, about the Q2 2022 inflation, real one and the consumer basket’s included and ommited items. Then the information provided to the human being on the other end, by newly acquirred colleagues, have been fed to them based on their momentarily benefit, ugly bent and fleeing the common sense for honesty and truthfulness. Ah, sorry, I am terribly mistaken again, we do not have to be perfectly one with every aspect of the truth itself, mind that half a truth is a whole lie, but how about 80 per cent? That goes in, that one stays unpronounced, here the client is being convinced about inverted and unstable nature of the phenomenon itself, to cut it short, I have stood up from my chair and excused my way out of the noisy room with 15+ hungry young investment brokers who will once make it big, losing their integrity half way through unevitable trajectory of theirs. Good luck, behotzlochoh robboh, one more Shemah Yisroel next to the graveyard of the third ever Rabbi
/ source Illan Pasternak’s guest at Community museum above Shul’s sitting, me humbly agreeing /
FYI, I googlesearch Ari Folger and find his website. I permit myself to a chiddush, I hear my number one /unilateral perception/ world rabbi to introduce me to his teacher style. Please be informed that I still do not have the chutzpah to googlesearch HaRav Hotoveli whose name I am not aware to this date. Cross reference with first chapter – highlight of my previous life, mikve ib Bratislava, summer 2021.
To pick up from here, I will tell you a story. In the absence of funds I proceed to selling my own stuff. That day I was touring Bantustan,

Me to Boaz Raz, currently known as Menahel. No longer, I started calling Miki Pastah The Gaffer. We have come to a signed agreement, location Slovak Pub on Obchodna street, place of many revelation, let me inform you that it was on this main street that we used to roam with my protegant Tomas Beno, forever in my heart as Chcablico. Dabel a Cavo put together, yeah, yeah, you knew before. Another bad boy from Cadrova school, is Veronika’s still boyfriend, waiting till his balls drop very low, Jan Mamzerak, you know him, yes you do. He got headhunted by Amazon, so he claimed, straight from Dell, no FC Chelski reference meant dare I say. The closing top of this triangle is our treasure. He represented very fine in his youth. Please, standing ovation to Martin Fabian. Feel welcome Pal. My first posse cannot be complete without brothers whose mother first recognised me when I moved back to Rozvodna, this time the block of flat with funky number 13. In gematria system, the word love carries this numerotation. In non jewish world. Google search Hugo De Paens. And to close this roundup, Marek and Lukas, welcoome back. I carry you still in my heart. And since I am the author, allow me to include my first best friend. Misko Perinaj.
One paragraph in my mother tongue…

Michal,

Prepac, ze s dvanastrocnym odstupom, uprimnu sustrast. Ja som sa o Vasej rodinnej strate dozvedel z FB postu Juraja Vazana, rodicia mi to neverili nakolko tato strasna strata pre nasu ulicu, zrovnatelna so stratou Kiskasu a jeho priatelky, nech im je zem lahka, ja som bol 19.9.2011 hospitalizovany s najsilnejsou maniou, aku som kedy mal, moja reakcia po prepusteni nasmu rodinnemu lekarovi
-Pan doktor, jebem vsetky drogy tie manie su hukot.
Viete, ja som stravil v PK—Pinelova nemocnica nejaky cas aj na AG a tam je to ozaj dadaistickosurealna zverina. Na ten moment si pamatam velmi dobre. Uz som prestal klast odpor, opat visiel na chodbu ten vysoky pan SBSkar a zavelil
-Lieskovec, vy viete aj posluchat?
Mna nemozete volat inak nez priezviskom, mam na mysli, obdobne situacie. A ja kladiem odpor, ked nesuhlasim s cudzou verziou. Pani sestricka mi priniesla knizku na ukludnenie, ktoru som odbliakal, ze socialisticky realizmus ja bojkotujem, to nema umelecku, lez iba budovatelsku ulohu. Sedel som v tureckom sede v polke chodby, prihovoril som sa silene milo k pani upratovacke, ta by mala dostat metal, ta k nam bola vsetkym stale vysmiata a pomahala nam.
-Mozem si pozicat tie noviny, pani upratovacka?
-Ano, nech sa paci.
A tam ten pan z vedlajsieho domu, ten ujo, co nas ten vecer prisiel na internat vo svojom rodnom Svite navstivit s dcerou a synom, ten pan, ktory sa venoval grafike, mal vzdy pekne auto, slusnost, no tiez robil chybu, kedze ma nevidel s cajockou a domnieval sa, ze som inej sexualnej a nie politickej orientacie a vypytoval sa mojej imi, ci som buzna, nemal som to rad.
Ten pan isiel za zakrytimi nositkami a tak ho cvakli do Noveho Casu.
-I hereby declare a war on You.
Tolko k mojej druhej hospitalizacii, Michal. Prepac, ze az teraz. Mozno by sme sa mohli niekedy stretnut na jednu nefiltrovanu Ciernu Horu. Ta deska pri Fakulte Designu, tuto tajnu zbran si ma naucil Ty. Ked som bol v minulosti pateticky a pocuval som Live Sziger verziu spievanu Skotskym Androgynom Brajenom Shmolkom, co to opacoval od Kate Bush, let me see if you heard of a razor, nope, anyway…
Kruh uzatvara syn cloveka, ktory nieco spravil pre slovensky punk-rock, najlepsia hlaska zo zaprdenej pimpongarne u nas v brane…
-Drz hubu lebo ti pichnem do riti tu moju chorobu.
Pozdrav Down Under, stejne si Stopka narazil Slovenku, hehe. To inac ani nedava zmysel.
Prechod do SVK rjetchi zakoncim opravou pre Mikiho Pastu…
Vies ako si sa pytal, co to hra za track? To bola skladba Sicario do Dios. Ked sa pozries na prve slovo, je v singulari, zle sme to prelozili, ze sme Bozi najomni vrazi. Lepsi preklad je Gd’s Assasin. Vid pripad Yitschak Rabin. Doprdele s nobelkou. Back to English.
/NB – if you want to read some more on this topic, please skim read than take another attempt with the article by Doctor Bruce Levine, read by both Doctor Vanco and Doctor Demes, my two latest addition to people’s repertoire from Nemocnica na Smidkeho.The title of it spells - Psychiatry’s Oppression of Young Anarchists—and the Underground Resistance. Here, its link
- https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/bruce-e-levine-psychiatry-s-oppression-of-young-anarchists-and-the-underground-resistance.
Especially the child chess prodigy who wowed to explain me the Game theory on a matrix 2x2 with the worn out /hashtag/paradoxdvochcorkarov-otazkabonzovania-F25.0akonastrojmlzeniaprivypovedi

PS Janko Mamzerak, dbaj na to, ze schizo ochorenia mozu nahravat naklonnosti k matematike. A nepresiluj sa tolko, treba obcas aj vypnut.

So as one famous track goes, back to life, back to reality, I have ongoing health issues, my mom;s health is fragile, we rarely *insertaword* ends meet, I am ultrapoor, according to some constantly manic, things start making sense only with some time delay and it seems that everything is in its harmony, everything is at its utmost order, just me, I am a bit distanced when we take sentimental/feeling realm and intellectual/remnantsofwhatoncewas realm. They aint so much in constant odds as they used to be. It just, well, how ro phrase it, I just cannot contain myself anymore in this nonobservant town where jobs seem to be avoiding me and social politics of the state plus compassion/solidarity of the middle-class and the rich, well they aint homogenous with me either. Anyway, I got to the end of this chapter where another thanks has to be allocated and sent retrospectively.

I had the privilege to work in Yallahummus kosher kitchen at ZNO BA. To descrtbe this experience in one sentence, I grow in a linear fashion outside of Jewish direct influence, among them, on some plains, I was in bloom exponentially and geometrically. But as usual, I messed with bevvy, lesser of evils compared to Slovakia;s finest synthetic sparetime acitvity. We agreed with Lavan, my bad, that was his first nickname, me thinking on 10th of June when I came crawling hungover for a job, I told myself – sest rokov budem robit pre tohto plesateho Lavana a aspon obzriem cajky. Second alter ego, when he tried to lecture me on halachah and judaism, him chiloni zionist with a tattoo in shorts, him being dabbed as Reb Raz. After I left, I sent him a picture with my lithium pill chopped up on a book with the title Anarchism Yehudi Dati, I kept some anger with him, has to be said. Third one – Boazzinho Ratzinger, that is a combination of his snidey remark about us Slovaks allowing 1939 to even happen, without any previous concept of Viedenska arbitraz in 1938, me being anarchist since 15 and me being a great grandson of Slovak insurgent who fought the Nazis and Slovak fashists with a strong handicap, three fingers missing blown out by a grenade that went off prematurely, all of a sudden coming prematurely in a different discipline not the end of the world plus he had to serve and shake hands with the Pope. Me I started having recurent Serbian thoughts around his visit to Bratislava around Yom Kippur.
When we commonly messed up on Rosh HaShannah / in diaspora the first day /, I had the chance to hear the shofar blow next a young woman by the name Arielle who moaned about having spent 4 hours praying and now waiting for us to make up for my own mistake, it just glanced to me, a line from my all time favourite track, I asked her with my eyes, do you want to end this day in a stable position just as Commander Sharron had to occupy for a significant length of days?
Soonafter, I exploded two days after that. The accusations were made public, the excuses were carried in privacy. So me afflicting myself after two failed yamim tovim, I did not succeed to contain myself. Firstly, I do not see of anyone being a chiloni Zionist to be a negative mark of character since one of my role models, The Pirate, has been perhaps one of this sort as well. But something pissed me off.
-Dont dad me you cunt. I have a dad.
/Tzur Gedaliah Taf shin pey beis, last fast that I kept in full beauty, I was advised by my well experienced shrink to at least drink since it is not recommended to skip medication intake /
Back then, G-d sent us a helper in form of Obecni Zid. One of my daydreams. An unforeseen one. I have heard Mr Ladislav Shragge speak English. It took me two months, maybe three to appreciate his assistance, his coming to join our argument and calm us down. So the verbal sign of gratitude goes his way. Last but not least, Boaz is a problematic type, me as well, I would even say to him, my former boss and who knows, mibbe we join our forces once again for the sake of kosherslovakia.com
-Ani ohev otcha, Menahel.
If Boaz or Mr Schragge somehow come across this article. I like Jews, I still do not love them but my kind, I need to leave behind. Soon, G-dwilling. I would end it here, plus one opportunity for astonishing kedushah developped below.

Only for Pilier – set him up a date, 25-30 year bomb, for him even 40yearold which is the end of the intervalle when females can be considered as allowed to mate, afterwards, sorry Doll, you should have spared us from your snobism, and BTW, you should have planned the teshuva thingy earlier. / Not to be taken 100 per cent sertously / That bomb seduces Pilier, then he doses off sleeping, such as Czech rapper Hugo Toxxx stated *udelam se prvni a usnu*, she calls me on the phone, I connect to Illan Pasternak and Alexander Simchah Petchorski who brings Slavo along, me responsible for timing after the immersion in mikve, not in this neverending giyur stage.
The result – shechinah dwelling among us as never occurred in Bratislava. For long time, if ever.
The explanation, brought up in one of his shiyurim by Rebbe Yossi Mizrachi
-He is there every week in and out? He can fall asleep and snort at the same time, still he is counted into minyan and doing a favour to the Yidden around him.
Thank you for your attention. Over and out.

PS Shmuel, I still fully stand behind my saying from pizza party, refering to Pirkei Avos ch.1 article 4. I think you might come up with an explanation on your own. But this would need some quality soundtrack Ma Man. Chabad renegade style, likesay... Hehe.

PPS my favourite member of minyan ensemble has not been mentionned. In my dreams, he is my study partner. Dear HaRav Fogler, if I am allowed to choose my field of expertise that I plan to develop to the fullest, I would go for Gematriah. I love mathematics more than football and music combined. It is Mr Alexander. Greetings from behind keyboard, Sir. To Stanko Konta, Psalm 91 said for your healing and for healing of my mom plus me. Take care. G—d bless.

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Kolonel Menachem Golev to General Shlomo Rastah - Zozen likviditu, Sefe.

Here, this is a non linear assymetric formula to the phrase
*get rich or die tryin*

Kolonel Menachem Golev to Captain Avraham Onofrijus Traore - hned vedla Mikiho bude stat Zid, slobodomurar, byvaly minister privatizacie za Meciarovej garnitury do roku 98 a ekonomicky zlocinec. Ty vies koho Ondrej myslim.

To read the next chapter, please click on this link
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLoP4zlyuafOAn6KkFkNaZp_S27qV64qTN
and press shuffle. Any track you listen to is appropriate to accompany the following text.

Me n Skeri at the bar, discussing one of many details.
-We need a truck.
-Where do we get such a truck.
-Derry.
-Free Derry?
-Free fucking Derry.

I hereby admit to support some political parties, such as RAAD, Sinn Fein, Gimmel, Tamil Tigres, Scottish National Párty, Labour Párty in UK - please take into consideration that I was present when Chief Rabbi of Slovakia said that if Corbyjn wins the following elections back then, whole Neturei Karta from Stamford Hill would be so to say absorbed by Bratislava kehillah, that is about it for now. /paraphrase/
My first thoughts were, how do I make it so that Jeremy, the antizionist antiyiddo cunt, I do not give a flying fuck whether you are leftist or centrist or whatever, I even downloaded a paper where an Israeli scholar used virtual bulletproof argumentation to get him out of the guilty parties, if rebel rabbies, just google that document from VICE, btw, the reason why they do not let the reporter sit in the middle is the rule m-m-f authorised, m-f-m not. I wonder if Sholom Dovber Myers SHLITA, my former chavrutah, such a beautiful human being that was sittin in Kollel in Crown Heights and me, through Orange flatrate subscription. after I concluded that Chief Rabbi of Slovakia could score D- in the field of giyur sponsoring rabbi, we kind of fell apart and I switched to O2 then Tesco Mobile, pathetic rebellion from me, then finally consolidated at 4ka, the inner joke is not explained but it was my rebellion, not yours. Mind one thing, when having a repetitive work sitting in front of the computer, you have plenty of time and space to go through 20+ hours of shiyrim in the week, still, Rebbe's shiur around the second Amidah were dabbed the Keter HaShiyurim, his structure, the proximity and his Chossidische approach, they were priceless. Up to one point, he used biyearly a repetition, his own invention

Korach the Anarchist

Witth the witness impersonated by the most appropriate person, Dr Eliyahu Dremencev, I ran up the stairs and mildly informed him were he to try this one more time, there can be a fierce verbal opposition. Mind you, some antiauthorian leftists such as Howard Zinn Z''L or Avram Noam Chomsky, ze best majnd in ze uorld, in my own understanding a dog rag compared to the likes of HaRav Moshe Sternbuch Shlita, Ponovitsher Rebbe whose only appearance in my life had this consequence, I have seen three football matches in last 20 months or so, Szetmer Rebbe and similar, compared to them, Mr Chomsky in all fairness can go lick donkey balls, front and back. The introduction ends here. In my own understanding, the descendant of HaGaon Chatam Sofer, I had the privilege to be sitting behind him in the Nissan van while Rebbe kind of threw in the word Maamische way too often, my only conern was that he dined at Yallahummus. Anyway...

Inserted note - Rebbe was right, I conclude as some time passed. Korach has undermined Moshe's authority in order to push for his own vile agenda, damaging klal yisroel unity such as many anarchist do.

Read on.

Actors of this charade
Actor A - me, the commander.
Actor B.
Actor C.
Actor D.
Chauffeur

A made up quote for the starters - I personally think society owes us, bigtime, Comrades. Big time.
/if you do not follow, stream some Peter Gabriel, matey/

In the stolen panzer vehicle we speed to the very clownesque meeting of the so very rich in our homeland, Bal v SND, Gviezdoslavovo Platz, where all the fuckfaces that mean something for the masses meet, ''the poor adore keep fiending for more'', as one song goes, and we are about to short circuit their caviar n champagne session. It happens this way.
In the car, in its back, the four of us, we are seated and safety belts press us into the seats. We are not adventurous types, we are minimising the downfalls of the displacing from point A to the National Theatre where all the backchanalia happen.
We are seeking one person though. You are about to find out whom.
Sitting in the back of stolen police vehicle, we look at each other.
All of a sudden, we are thrown into the air, through the fountain in front of the builing we are to attack, we storm through the pillar, it collapses.
We look at each other, wait till the noise of the falling mäss of Stone stops then I undo my seatbelt and command
-Idemo.
We storm out and start shooting towards the entrance. We clear the space, neutralizing all the security service at the door and we proceed towards the main hall. We look for the culprit while occasionally shooting at the coming guard, with milimeter precision.
-Kde je Dzurinda? Kde je Mikulas Dzurinda?
I ask the participants who are so lost in their amazement that they are not able to guide me so I proceed to my own search and I find the mutherfucker, holding a milkshake, himself quite of a douchebag milkshake, and pure donaldo*d he looks at me, what do I want from his highness, I reach out to my Glock and I run a bullet through his knee.
-To je za vsetkych Srbov ty hajzel, I scream, then I look at my ensemble.
-Slobodno.
And we start shooting all the participants, sick masacre, one two shots and they are done, we clear the area, me with actor B we went upstairs on the staircase and there, we shot up the balcony party people, then I ran down to MikiPremierDzurinda, who happened to be the last one standing and looked at him
-Ja som nechcel ani do NATO, ani do EU. a tie prelety, tie ta budu stat toto.
And I feed his body with several bullets from my automatic rifle, then we ran away, all of us actors in the same direction to the stolen Derry panzer from now on getaway car, to
our designated hideout.

Luckily, these sociopath madeup stories are no longer vivid in my memories and I live my life day to day with ideas that nurture rather positive side of mine.

But these were my daydreams for long, I admit.

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https://archive.org/details/EdRushOpticalLiveBang-Philly-07.01.2006

tracklist z DOGS ON ACID

1. ???
2. Pendulum - Blood Sugar
3. Subfocus - Airplane
4. The Upbeats - Oiled Up
5. Pendulum - Distress Signal
6. Concord Dawn ft State of Mind - Aces High
7. Shimon - The Shadow Knows
8. Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up (Subfocus Rmx)
9. ???
10. Clipz & Die - Number One
11. Task Horizon? - ???
12. Blame - Tyrant
13. Task Horizon - Universe Down
14. DJ Krust - Warhead (TC rmx)
15. Dillinja - Electroboogie
16. Pump Friction (Pulp Fiction bootleg)
17. Pendulum - Fasten Your Seatbelt (92 Edit)
18. Pendulum & Fresh feat. Spyda - Tarantula
19. ???
20. Dr. Octagon - Aliens(Sub Focus rmx)
21. State of Mind? - ???
22. Audio - Warehouse
23. ???
24. ???
25. Konflict - Messiah (Noisia Remix)
26. Hive, Gridlok ft D Bridge Silent Witness & Break - Standing Room Only
27. Subfocus - X ray
28. Task Horizon - ???
29. Prodigy - Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)
30. Shimon - Hush Hush
31. Noisia - Subdue
32. Pendulum - Through the Loop
33. Subfocus - Special Place

doplnam jednotku Michal / id 1109, Noisia - End Game

hashtag - aces high

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Minule som sa dozvedel, ze ta zena ktoru som si vsimal najcastejsie, uz nemoze byt na mojom shidduch liste, pretoze si niekoho nasla. Mazal Tov. To som sa ale preratal...
Nahradilo ju slovo mamzeret.

Koniec druhej casti. Vtip na koniec.

"A jak jste se seznámil se svojí ženou, pane Roubíček?"
"Nikdo nás neseznámil, já nikoho neobviňuju. Prostě se to stalo."

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-Viete, co je to dokonala zapalka?
-Na dokonalu zapalku nikto nikdy nepride...

Hi.
Smee again. Ze perfekshnist poustmen from ze autskrts of taun.
I had the privilege to be included in Suzanne Vega's /no slot machines allowed, verstanden?/ track Luka. I live on the second floor. Or at least these lyrics apply for me as well.
Just as one of His many other wishes were, I had to feel significant disgust when the same female poet admitted that Marlene on the Wall is based on real occurrence in her life. The top of the pops is, based on halachah, I am not allowed to listen to women singing given the erotic and seducing aspect of it. Up to you decide which is worse, the pity for a ginger being beaten by some bloke or me coming up with a hypothetical bypass
-Stara, spravil som ti playlist.
Oh, I forgot, women can listen to each other singing, disregard how stale it sounds. Please review with Boaz Raz when THC, that has sweet fuck all or as I might give it a try, Scottish Football Association, with the weed, those are the children survivors of the Holocaust yeah yeah I know that old joke, what is worse than a sociopath running wild in your open office?
Holocaust.
Shoah must go on, therefore, please review why the two of us Menahel Boaz Raz, the very impersonation of sephardi perfectionism and Me, Ladislav Gradecki, the author of this dadaistic collage, we both have been very, let me corrupt the true meaning of the following word, busy after their contscherto ended. It is because you do not let the 80 year olds clean their own mess, that is why Michal should have moved more lively. Michal not me Michal. Michal, the former cop.
-How could you... ran through my head as he proudly informed me that he prepares younger generations to be able to protect themselves. Against which threat, bad mo-fos fun loving criminals, I pressume..
And by the way, it is both in Russian and Serbian, my guess therefore would be then also Ukrainian , /Bela/russian, I do not give two shits about the Balts now even though after two weeks of flaccid bris I call this a wanking night and I might later consult some footage of Beata Undine, more to be added Croatian and one of the newest languages I heard of, Bosnian. Plus Albanians would get your point, same as I clearly understood from the cleaning lady of the same nationality who by the time between 19 09 2021 and 29 09 2021, it is between my birthday and St Michael's day, even though I know of no saint who bears my name, still, as Regis or Surgeon stated, All the saints have been hung, hehe, just as I was blessed to understand from the wife of the most noble man of center of town, for me, and the phrase went like this
''what is it that he's having? Purim all week long?'
It is in all in this languages that you can finish talking to any woman without really being provocative or slight submissive, it means yes-yes. Kind of applies to most proxy authorities. Sort of ish...
A short excerpt from our kitchen discourse, a shaving of what pisses on Rebbe's hechsher /during a THC afternoon at Kehilat Yisroel shel Budhistan/
Menahel - Hah, that woman sings shit, that is a torture for my ears. Why do you hide here doing the dishes 0,2169 times slower than I pay you for? Halachah?
There might have been a slight changing of the uttered, before you present your contention. The complaint however, hits the spot..
There are nevertheless two moments that I am proud of and it is not the menu for which Mr Just had to pay full charge. I had a moment of excellence. I called a taxi for the wife of Slovak writer Tomas Janovic. The one that strongly contributed to Kacer Donald and the same one that offers you diamonds, rubinsteins, tanzaanites, even pearls of wisdom. For free, here on Facebook, where I publish. Barry, eh? There is subsequently a certain something that I omitted to do that day. I forgot to introduce myself or rather remind one participant of whom I was. So I do it know.

Mila pani Orlikova,
ten v danom momente stale este drziac abstinencnu fazu mojej zavislosti, ten stale v stabilizovanej polohe v ramci F.2534896412 psychickej poruchy, ten muz v zastere, ktory Vas obsluhoval, to som bol ja. Michal Lieskovec, vnuk Mgr. Evy Lieskovcovej, s ktorou ste ucili na ZS Cadrova. Pamatam si, ze ked plesaty rozvedeny sfardi, tiez latentne problemovy typ, ktory sa nam s Milosom Danielom, majuc dve deti so Zuzkou z Vychodu, nie Milos, Boaz ejkejej Reb Raz, Milos ten ma tri deti, ale Boazzinho Ratzinger, ho ho, ja som si s papezom ruku nepodal, takze mna z toho vynechajte, Boaz on sa nas normalne snazil presvedcit, ze najkrajsie cajky su v Izraeli. My sme si iba vymenili pohlady a nechali ho dalej krajat jeho oblubenym nozom nejaku fajnovu bandurku, erteplu alebo ako sa blizkovychodnym zemiakom hovori. Prepacte, zabudol som, naozaj pani Orlikova, mozno keby som sa zamyslel...bataty sa ro vola. Ja to mam v mojej kesheni ulozene v zlozke ''rich pricks food''. Nieco ako cibulovy dzem alebo kamilkovy caj. No nic, mna obcas tiez napadnu rozlicne aforizmy ako, Bapka – fotograficka pamat, vsetci ju mali radi, 11.6.1934 – februar 2016. Naucila ma viac ako len ---- opozdena reakcia marec 2020 ----- takticke shemah. To je kedy som uronil slzy za nou, prvy raz od jej odchodu. A ze mi chyba. A ze uz sa ani nemam s kym porozpravat o historii a nemozem jej ani povedat, ze na tu Nobelovu cenu mieru to nevidim, kedze som chcel na vojnu miesto na vysoku, ale pamatam si ked som ju videl posledne. Teraz tam v mysli stojim, v tom Ruzinovskom domove dochodcov.
-Ahoj Jajka, to som ja Miso.
-Mitinko, ja som chora...
A uz si mozem davat len spomienky, obcas prekladane taktickym shemah.
Zabudol som sa predstavit.
Len tolko, pani ucitelka, z Rozvodnej Sedem a hned toho vysokeho baraku pri Ladzaku.
S pozdravom a vdakou /lebo aj mna ste museli v ramci suplovania obcas ucit na prvom stupni/
Michal Lieskovec.

A mal by som nieco, co som si dlho nosil v sebe...my bad, I carried this inside me for more than a year. Throught the year of Malchut, last shmitah cycle, 5 7 8 2, taf shin pey beis, I had many opportunities to write it down but I am doing it only now. Why? Because He said so. Whom? Ehm, do not get me wrong but if the next hint /first one was capital letter, so to say/
''He who creates through speaking'' is not sufficient then... well, it is very easy to share my own invention, very useful when forgetting to be shomer negiah, witnessed by a Slovak journalist Mirek Dekuju /4JambonJovi – ked som isiel mlademu Klugemu na svadbu, dobre som sa tam nechal omacat, aj som sa nechal previest tym barom do inych miestnosti vnutri, no ale nechal som sa balit SVK blond styridsatsedmickou, Slovenkou, Servirkou na Rabbiner Platz-i u Juhosov a akoze, najvacsie skore – teda okrem Yael ale to neviem ci sa moze – mala tato rapotacka / and that is 73RD, meaning my own way to call G-d and that is
Mirek priprav sa...
''G-spodine''
Mind that my Serbocroatian was that poor that the owner begged me to speak my mother tongue. You have not heard me improvising ''chez le buraliste''. Deutsch, likesay...
This one is for Yair Tomas, who is probably not that stupid, when I asked him if learning French is among his plans, he replied no. My assumption is that he is damn sure I would charge him non Slovakia – Cunt of a former Capital of the World where City is so well protected that even King Charlie has to ask for permit to enter, he perhaps knows that I would be charging London-based price. Props to Zeev. I honestly think that downhill through siddur on Shabbos morning is better than Chossidische squeeling. I would like to include in this shortlist of young men one who has the nicest name of you and that is Branko, unfortunately,... Still, vizualny archlebtyp Rabbi Dovid Feldmann, NetureiKartaGO Travel, a small wink to Titus, nice way how to travel through Africa, in my mind I travelled to Africa in one of my abstract surrealistic dada short stories, named Gentiles, both English and French word, yeah, nicely spotted Bro, first prose I finalized after I was sought after by Interpol or Europol...hmmm...how to put it for you, after I finally decided to behave and not be of the opposition to the potential existence of the Almighty, and by the way, Jan Visnovec, that messianistic sect where I realized it, is of less damage than to be with the majority, at least on one occasion, well, I have to state here that I did not return home after Jakub, my cousin spoke some sense to me, they kicked me out. Yep, twelvetribers, that religious community that I found more collectivist and better organised than Prague squatt house Klinika, summer 2015... Pretty long intermediary phase in giyur since then, right? After I returned I wrote a master piece , in reality meaning it is not worth reading without my explanation because no matter how I try, there is always a parallel action story, not said through the narrator, which is never really me on the contrary, take notice that I have to write it and there are various differences unlike my first novel which you are currently reading if even so...and in that master piece, me as Sorter, Miki Pasta as Porter and a third person with a Down Syndrome, who serves as medium are accompanied by a village teacher, their mission is to find a kidnapped young woman. A Jewish woman. Who read it - great, who has not read it, never mind, it seems I lost it somehere, the most important thing is that I dedicated it, long before reinstating contact with our former elementary school teacher, to Ivan Pasternak. Whom I call in my mind Illan these days, whom I do not address as sir and with whom I am rarely in contact due to business and semi-boycott of prayer services. The reason is dual, first, in order to kosher pray betzibbur you, at my age, should not commute by bus beshabbos and I live next to Dvojkrizna, Vrakuna. A long walk. Might be worth trying next weekend. Yeah, I think next Friday I will ring Rebbi Kapustin and ask for permission to pray with the reform part of community and in the morning, I will ring Rebbe Myers or Rebbe Adri and ask for an exception. See, this easy...
I might explain to Mr Boldi that I was rather informing not him but rather
A very breathtaking Inter Milan dress combination whose dad Z''L and mom are writers, that when I said that this novel ends in third part, currently called Sausage Fest in Afganistan, that Mr Boldy was not the addressee of that information but rather

Certain Someone

who was sitting behind the doors. Oh, I forgot, yes, I do not swing for the same team and I also like scheming, with a slight /kindly switch to French/ pincee de humeur qui m'est propre. Wink wink.
About the Africa part in Gentiles, there was a dream sequence chapter where Meth Squad, not so much of a dream team, us, the Slavic drug addicts run by

Miki Pastah

Assisted and created by me, sorry but no sorry the other characters have not been even developped, well, the trash and lowlifes of any given society were on the scavenger hunt for blue tanzanite diamonds in a village populated by local indigenous population. Soon after they or we find a point of contact meaning there is a local who knows where the blue stones were hidden, number two, me, blasts 3 Glock shots through a

''koliska''

Populated koliska. Oh, yeah, it was me who wrote the short story ''Potulky myslou sociopata'', yep, I am born in Kramare and not Osijek and as I have already mentionned, my center of interest is restricted to women, sous ensemble women at birth as well. So far about the main character. One more point to make before I finish the introduction to the first chapter, part two, warm up novel , with no real intention to publish on our newly founded publishing house Tiferet, warm up for Shlomo Rastah's memoirs, to be published on sublabel Nakladatelstvo Plankton, same as Dayin Kohenel has made a similar attempt and same as I owe a series of interviews to Nietopier.The memoirs I mean. Just want to add, for Illan's attention, that given the fact that there has happened a tragedy in Nietopier's trajectory through life / David Arnold FYI/'s family called odrazena gulka v Irish pube, he is the only one who will not have to say sorry to you for the ''hail to the victory'' and similar jeux de mots during your Geography classes upon meeting you in person. Why? David can be counted into minyan. But please Illan, bear in mind, that when I learnt that you were Jewish and a Hidden Child, Dayan Kohenel also known as David Jurik had to undergo a ''silne nazjapanie'' which was phrased in der Fremdsprache, in German. Why don't I say to people that I speak German a bit? Ich lieb' mein Spass. Ze warum.
Posledna vec, ktoru by som Ti Ivan rad zdelil je, ze kazda z mojich trapnych pisalkovskych sarad, kazdy z tychto pokusov, je pretransformovatelny do scenara, mna moze hrat iba Lubos Kostelny, v pripade divadelnej hry alternovany Alexandrom Madarom. Pozdrav Micci, ktoru som mozno poriadne ani nikdy nevidel, Marke, Vladi, Adke, Nadi, Zuze, Martine – Adkinej sestre a potom by som mohol este pokracovat aj Fuga scenou, ale este dvom Zuzanam, ktore vobec nepoznam, ale staraju sa o tanzanity menom Bigfish a Drakh. Cele to uzatvara menovkyna mojej babky Evy Lieskovcovej, taka jedna volakedy cervenovlasa, co som sa o nu prekrikoval s Memferom v starej Hargiho Fuge, pardon jednu, co ma vlasy farebne ako ta Suzanne Vega - plus pozdrav Bubble, ci by mi nespisala zoznam platni, co som jej posunul, posledny shout ide jednej Eve, co ked som sa raz zjavil vo Fuge a nasiel som ju v na bare v objati s Kabalom, tak som si povedal
-Prrr, tak taketo zmiesane partnerstva, ze marxista s anarchistkou, to kurva kokot teda ne!
Eva sa spozna aj sama, a kedze Miki Pastah chce hrat seba sameho, Teba Illan mal hrat Christoph Waltz. Die Klasse, eh? Az casom mi dosiel ten Tvoj vtip, ze hen, uspesny Izraelsky spisovatel. Hehe. Posielam najvacsi high five, Illan.
A teraz retrospektivne k deju.

70 years after the Dresden;s massacre, to the day

On the day when a certain aspect of mine has been unmasked, has been revealed, even to me dare I say, I started from my then headquarters, an own room which I presently do not have, so far about my life limitations and handicaps, I started my day routine from bed at Plzenska street in Bantustan and I proceeded to the gay club Barbados to meet a dear friend of mine. He ought to settle some financial matters after his birthday bash in this club. This very party's line-up included Kevi Anavi, Funez, then there is this act whose name I forgot, Chris Pera is associated. Duro, the friend in question and an old acquaintance with whom I grew up, who was the main protagonist of short story Giorgio, in brief Juro z Kramarov, he performed that night only briefly, with me and upon morning I was supposed to close the evening with a so to say Berghainesque dj set even though I never have or for the future, never intend to pay a visit to this snobbish, well-known Berlin night club. You have no idea what it still means to me, this booking and those kind words of praise from Miss Ivek, the kind and pretty blonde vinyl pusher from Notape.net. After some lines of charlie with the owners I return back home, in full coke rush, which is not something that I have in my usual curriculum very often, true, mark my words, it is the other substance that represents temptation for me. I might have been working on some chapters from finished trilogy called Ahasver. To cut it short, I was trying to duplicate three parts chef d'oeuvre of world cinema, Pusher. A funny questions follows for Marka :
-How do you keep Miki Pastah silemt for six hours?
-Simply, you ask him if he has seen Benjamin Kreko's favourite movie and then just press play.
For the record, he has not moved a finger, even he watched the ending where Raso and Milo reunite without a single word slipping from his mouth. With reader's permission, allow me to take a guess. I am thinking of a person from DJ's milieu whom I think would relate and that is Chucky. I think Chucky can relate to these words. Why am I addressing Marka again? See, I have this rule and it goes like this. I call it i to the power of two, same can be expressed by i multiplied by i, none of em written down in capital letters, and the result of this multiplication is -1. I multiply the folder of any given person by the negative result and here we go, the person is no longer in red figures. Very simple mathematics. This applies for instance for Jan Durovcik, who saved a human life or Peter Kokoska, Lubos Subotic's good friend, whose wife has an undisclosed handicap or MUDr. Tomas Stern, the chairman of ZNO BA whom I suspect of child adoption. You are all of grandeur of the soul or heart, you cannot be in negative figures with me. No way, Plukovnik Montoya...
Those were very difficult times, given the fact that two months after this moment I attempted suicide by presciption drug intake. I thought I kind of...well...signalled properly to Miki that I am no longer able to withstand the everlasting and omnipresent illusion of being a failure, heh, how had I done so? By saying to him, Turbonegro – Selfdestructo bust has to be played on my funeral. Same as usual, bypassing, not targeting, after the attempt dumb playing me. Well, as Miki was greeted half way through his stroll through our neighbourhood Ziegelfeld, we started to talk and soon after we realized there is a lot that we share. That we have in common. And for your kind attention, drugs were not the pinnacle of it. Not by a long shot.
We reminded each one of another. And we shared blunt dialogues such as
-Ty vies, kto je Dawud Ibrahim? No nech ti..
-Viem.
Nice one Pal, same as you were later to be mesmerized by my mathematical penchant and basic knowledge of economics, we both repeated the old Samuelson-Nordhaus saying
-In the long term, we are all dead.
I do no longer use it in any sense, perhaps only by adding
...but still, we are all one humanity.
Or something equally pathetic, hehe.
A main blow, coup de grace, came when he brought up this parrable.
-Ty si uplne jak Lubo.
-Ktory Lubo? Moj alebo Tvoj Lubo?
-Moj. Ty mas...
And I know how I carry my pinkies but as I stated above I do not...
-Ty mas fotograficku pamat.
Bam, straight into your mushkee, as comedian Paul Kaye impersonating an American lawyer sniffing his way through London would put it.
He noticed it first. Plus he took care of my mom when I was away. Who took care of my dad, his girlfriend, his parental duties and G-d. Yep, he carried him to that bus station where I loaded off, with only one intention, to tell Mom's mom and Benjamin that I regained faith in Him. One person still to go, from the list. The former, well, she already has her name on common tombstone with Mom's dad who left us in year 2000. Reunited with Grandpa's sister, overseeing us, having a crack in Olam HaBa. With Grandpa n Granny, you have no questions whether they have been two complimentary elements of one soul, representing a couple, two soulmates. Funny thing happened to me recently.
7 years of one's own private giyur can bring many discrepancies and wrongdoings. Me I kind of, how to say it, well me, I am also a human being and I do not want to use the ''everyone makes mistakes and switches the order of things'', I would rather say, we are social beings and we are programmed to look for one's significant other. Well, I just want to bring a potential occurrence, that I have spotted a very likely soulmate of mine. Before badenbaden, which is my own term for mikveh immersion. My whole conversion process is put on halt, I found myself a rabbi who can see my potential and on top of that, well, remember, this is staglation number two, we have already been through something like this. We can overcome worse scenarios, we have made it through Covid. Whom us? Us, one humanity.
PS
-Miki, ja som sa pri jej mame dvakrat zmylil v poctoch...
-Hmm, to bude vazne.
Wink wink.