The chunk 213 The message -964-

31/04/2021 postal mail from Japan, Nagoya

Письмо младшенькой к Ахмеду.
“Hello *******ni-sensei,
We are quite grateful for your help in the journey you organized this Summer. It was the best trip this year because of your interesting stories about slime molds and wolves.
My father said you asked for our scientific report about my research with my slime mold. I called it ‘Gongitsune’ because it looks, in large, like that toy fox you gifted me generously on our bright trip.
I thought, following madam Sarah Rassel, I have to think like the slime mold if I want to have known her deeply.
I tried to imagine myself as a slime mold. I have a body, the body needs food, air maybe and water. This body has feelings. It can feel hot and warm, pressure, magnetic and electric fields, light in different spectra and radiation, sounds, smells, gravitation, et cetera. So, it can be torn, cut, boiled, moved into electrical, magnet, radioactive, and gravitate fields. It can be subjected to high pressure or put in a vacuum. It can be fired, dried, poisoned, get in a state of starvation, or hyper-consumption of food. I can put it in different liquids and keep it in different state combinations. For example, I can put it in a dark tight dry place or in a light watery place with a lack of any food with a strong magnetic field. To invent more possible conditions I’ve read and watched a lot about the creature and then about the various research with different organisms.
I was terrified because I imagined myself, my body in the place of all those creatures. I could feel their fear and pleasure and pain and starvation and so on. That what human beings do with Others is so horrible!
Then, I thought, I can research the intelligence of the slime mold without tortures. I made an attempt to imagine myself in a place that is unnatural for me. I imagined my children were born in a place that is a poor environment for their souls. My Dad and Mummy have many books about how to raise children:) I’ve read about the Mowgli phenomena. I was scared, again. Why are scientists researching the insane and mentally and energetically weak creatures which live in horribly poor artificial states and environments?
If the science that has grown out of false and artificial reality is convincing and true?
In short, I decided to give my slime mold to let go free in wild Nature. I send you the leaf with Gongitsune and dare to hope you will help me. I know you often visit the wood where the creature was born. Could you bring it to the wood and let it live there?

Thank you very much in advance, dear ******ni-sensei.

O. Ono”


The message -533-
Russia
There's nobody in the world. Why? Everything is bad. I earned small money — I lost small money, I try to learn — I feel stupid, I try to love — I am alone, I try to live — I want to die, I want to work — my PC is broken, I miss somebody perfect — he denies me, I want to meet people — they forget me.
How to killl myself? Do you know how to kill easily, cheaply, and fast? Please, come and kill me, Ahmed!


The message -535-
30/April/2021 Russia
Hello, Ahmed.
Yesterday I was listening to lectures about religion in Japan. Honestly, the Japanese are not admired by me. I would not like to be married to one of them, I mean someone average, common because each nation has unusual people and one of the Japanese, of course, could fit me absolutely. The problem is to find him:)
So, the lecturer described a rite which is customary in Japan. I don't know it's name.
Japanese families go to a sea, or a lake, rent a boat and steer to the reflection of the moon. There they wait for a moment when the waves stop their move and the moon will be seen clearly. At that moment they start reading verses. And they have been reading the verses throughout the whole night. It is impossible to imagine such a kind of pleasure in Russia. It seems very beautiful! I don't like the military image of Japan, their patriarchal society and the latitude of thought that borders on ignorance, but I love their poetic soul of the nation that was raised from that which I not absolutely like in the nation. I like it even though I don't understand poetry. The last seems to me to be a mental atavism: not bad, however. (I bet you would understand me wrong here if you've read the message)! I always think about the frase: "...look at the moon, not at your finger." The moon haunts me, as well the thoughts about you.