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Однажды матерый Лахдар рассказал Ахмеду древнюю мудрость о собаках:
“Волк спросил собаку: Что ты думаешь о людях?
Собака ответила: Когда презирают человека, его описывают как собаку.
Волк: Ты съел их детенышей?
Собака: Нет.
Волк: Ты предал их?
Собака: Нет.
Волк: Ты охранял их от моих нападений на них?
Собака: Да.
Волк: А как тогда называют смелых и нетерпимых?
Собака: Их хвалят и называют волком.
Волк: Разве мы не советовали тебе с самого начала оставаться с нами, волками!!? Я, волк, убивал их скот и предавал много раз. И своих героев они называют волками! Ты должен знать, Ахмед, что люди поклоняются своим палачам и предателям, и оскорбляют преданных им!”
С тех пор Ахмед стал еще больше презирать “Ахмита”, когда наблюдал, как часами тот человек тренировал и гладил пса, с которым гуляла одна из волчиц-переярок, а пес взамен привел волкам козу из деревни, тайком от людей.

03/March/21 Russia
Ah, still I am missing him tenderly. I imagine him near me, I imagine I hug him. I see in the depth of his eyes, I kiss him. Why do I like him so much? I can't understand. I see some unpleasant things in his appearance. He is not a king of beauty or attractiveness, but I was drawn by him. I am forced to defend against the charm of his personality. I miss you, Ahmed, I want you to be near me, and I am afraid to see you. I am afraid you would reject me again.
I saw all his new videos. Now he at least comments it shortly in English. And the last video was in several languages, in English too. I like his somewhat nervous manner of speaking. Nervous because he moves by his head sharply and scratches his nose or ear when he talks. I love his form of lips when he speaks the sound "U" because they become thicker and have such attractive forms that I want to kiss them immediately.
He talks mostly about his experience in budo, also there were posts about Sufi Rumi, about several Algerian philosophers, about teaching in architecture. Also, he was going to read the book of a Turkish writer "Forty tints of love". I had a look at the book but decided I shouldn't read it because I am afraid to copy something from the book or to be disappointed by my horrible style of writing. It would kill all my wishes to write my book.
Week by week went by but I write nothing new, have not any ideas for the book.
Yesterday I  met a movie from 1988 "A fish called Wandy". It is an old comedy. I found it witty. I liked the heroes: a girl that is hot and smart and tends to be marginal in all her manifestations, a lawyer that turned out to become from a dry pompous unpleasant loser to a romantic bright man with a good figure speaking in many languages, that makes the girl falling in love with him. They are kidding, showing her ecstatic state when he starts speaking in Italian and in Russian. The killer that reads Nietzsche and is interested in philosophy, speaks like Italien, sniffs his underarms, and becomes mad when somebody calls him stupid: he is, indeed.

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