Seagull s Cry or To My White Brother

Part One.
I followed your trail and saw you sitting on a white rock and looking at the land covered with white snow (if you can call it snow), you're so thoughtful, spending your days waiting for an entire era on this white island surrounded by a white sea, dressed in your white cloak with a white hood, hiding your long white curly hair, well, not quite...
And unlike you, I have a black cloak with a black hood, and how else can I dress in something other than black to be different from you? By the way, black suits me very well. Well, I won't draw my appearance, because I don't like it.
I have good news, you've gained access to the colored world!

Part Two.
I think we'll make it before sunset.
Here we are, sailing on a boat that looks a lot like a canoe or a kayak. My black rowers are in no hurry. I think they are not happy that I am accompanying you. What should I do? An order from the Elders, a will from Him! And you ask: - Is this the port of Baikal?
And I answer with a smile: - No, this is the port of Tanganyika, we are sailing to the East, and then you will have to go to Dar es Salaam alone. After the coronation, you can go anywhere except Lesotho, this is not the Vatican or San Marino, and They will not let you in anyway. I have nothing more to say...
Fragment three.
Here we are standing on the devastated shore of Atlantis, you ask why I was not present at the coronation? Yes, I do not like any ceremonies, and also, soon a seagull will fly in and erase your... your otherworldly memory, and you will not recognize me).
And every time you come to this place, the cry of a seagull will remind you of something, but you still won’t remember what exactly. What is it? It will blow your mind, well, you won’t be able to remember!
What is it?
Just the cry of a seagull!...

Iltifat Heydarov
05/13/2020