The chunk 112 The message -572-

Ahmed felt with disgust the hot, sweaty side of a fat old woman who could barely fit in the chair next to him. She did not hesitate to put her elbows on his stomach, pretending to tighten the safety belt on her huge, immense belly.
Ahmed gritted his teeth.
From the porthole, he saw several other Algerian men and women leaving Japan due to the rapid spread of Savid-19.

The message - 277-
Hello, Ahmed.
09/08/2020
Hello Ahmed!
Almost two weeks I didn't write any letters to you. It was not because I was tired or lazy, or busy, or had nothing in my mind. I would not say the reason, but I definitely know all "not". I often and deeply think about you, about things and talk with your black side that I don't know, just feel a bit, in my head. I always want to have noted all but later cannot focus on the problems. I need more leisure time. I get up at seven or eight. Then I go to work: there is thick work lately. I have no time for training instead of lunch. Then I return home at 8 or 9 PM, take shower, have a meal, and go to sleep again. Quite a boring life is it. I've made mistakes at work recently. I am unfocused.
The day before yesterday I visited your Safebook page. I am glad you have so many interlocutors, who are deeply interested in you. Enjoy the society, sweet Ahmed. You are a bit hostile to alien people, to those people, who you've never met, but they are potentially, you suspect, belonging to the mass of people you hate and are indifferent to and avoiding. I feel I am one of them. It is not a fine feeling. So I am going to prevent myself from the next visit as much as I can. I don't want to think about it...oh...no...to feel over the ship's side. Enjoy and be quiet. Nobody's eavesdropping and peering at you now except Google services. Each time I had made a report for you by taking  the "likes". It was done in order to make you feel free and for I could get rid of my own feelings, so I had been honest with you, despite that I know you are absolutely indifferent to any weird alien strangers. Yes, we have not one "blood".

I think you have shown on your page all you could. To place more on the page would mean to open and show something TOO intimate and private. I am interested in the black side of my black hole, the side he thinks he hides usually, but it is readable between lines he had written and in the style of his behavior. I am afraid of you mostly, you still seem me wild and rude, primitive inside unfortunately, you can kill me easily, figuratively speaking. ..that most of such people can do. I would like to make a mistake here. Everything is still so deceptive.

I let you be alone with your society, with those people who you accepted. I promise you..a month at least :)..then I don't know how it will turn out. Honestly I had thought firstly the performance on your page was some kind of reaction, response to my letters. But I quickly realized I was wrong here. If it was a reaction, but hostile reaction, defense response. Am I humiliated or insulted you?
Everything I have written over is not what I was going to write. Maybe I sent this stupid message due to I need to say once what is hanging around in my head and forget it. I want to think about MY Ahmed. That Ahmed who is the best among all who I know, ignoring all the bitter tastes. I miss you. Don't be offended. Don't insult me, please. Don't kill.
Today's my day off. It is going to be a busy day. But I would prefer to write the next letter and the next chunk. Have a nice day, my sweet black hole Ahmed.


Ахмед с отвращением ощущал горячий потный бок жирной старухи, еле поместившейся в кресле рядом. Она, не стесняясь, положила локти на его живот, делая вид что затягивает страховочный ремень на своем необъятном рыхлом пузе.
Ахмед стиснул зубы.
Из иллюминатора он увидел еще нескольких алжирских мужчин и женщин, покидающих Японию в связи с быстрым распространением Savid-19.