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Hi, I just need to confirm my flight

to Panama City tomorrow morning.

6 22, uh,

10:00 AM Petra, go.

P-E-T-R-A-G-O-I-N-G.

What time do I need to check in?

Okay, thank you. Bye.

3 0 8. Here.

I'm sleepy.

Do you wanna a report on this one?

Let's see. There is

a flowery bedspread and some flowery curtains

and some thick, squishy carpet.

Somebody's phone keeps ringing and outside.

There's towers of blinking lights.

No cars, no people walking. Where is everybody?

I don't know what's wrong with me today.

I feel kind of homesick.

I, but I don't know for what or where.

I know I'm not supposed to, so, so don't tell anybody

it started in the airport this morning.

I, I got there on time,

but I just kind of let the plane leave without me.

I Don't worry. I'm only one day late.

I'll make up for it. Okay. It won't happen again.

End of report for 3 0 8.

Your passport and entry coupon, please.

Here you go. Name

Petra. Go.

G-O-I-N-G.

That's your full name? Uhhuh.

Age 26.

Nationality, Greek. Mexican.

From this list, please. Uh, Greek, Mexican.

Where are you coming from today?

Tel Aviv. What will be the length of your state?

One day. Is the purpose

of this trip? Business pleasure, or tourism

Business. What's the

name of your employer?

GNP Stands for

Global Nomad Project.

I noticed that you have an unusual number

of Visa stamps in this passport.

I guess Your passport in fact, has

so many extra visa pages stapled into it,

that it doesn't close properly.

Yep. Do you have anything

to say about this, by way of explanation?

Yeah, it would be a lot better if they used

some kind of ring binder

About the number of visas.

Oh, I travel a lot.

I see that. What was your purpose in Sao Paulo?

Research. What Kind of research do you do?

Observation. How about in Anchorage, Alaska,

Also Research Moscow, same thing?

Yes. Actually, Moscow, I was also there to meet a friend.

And you're declaring two items

of luggage today, is that correct?

Yes. These right here.

Could you lift them up on the belt, please?

Sure. This first item, what is it?

A portable record player. Phonograph record?

Yes. And the second item, this is a rocking chair.

Yes, it is. Are you carrying any food items,

fresh fruits or vegetables, animals, tobacco

or alcoholic beverages in the rocking chair today?

No. Did you pack all the

contents of this rocking chair yourself?

Yes. Where's your place of legal residence?

None. You do not have a place

of legal permanent residence?

No. Your name does not appear on a lease

or mortgage for a property in any nation.

Nope. The word home does not for you.

Produce an associative memory

of any one particular geographic coordinate.

No. What is your favorite color?

White. Very good. Thank you, Ms.

Going, you may take your rocking chair

and please follow the green line

around the partition to the exit doors.

Next, please step up to the L line

Thinking an egg 7:29 AM toast at oh

729 hours.

31 of eight Plum Street.

Four men in the first car.

Four men in the second car.

Five men in the third car. Wait a minute.

I think five men in the second car.

Four men in the third car, correct?

Four men in the third car.

Four men in the third car.

Six men in the third car. Nine men in the fourth car.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Go on. I didn't mean to interrupt.

I said six men in the third car. Nine men in the fourth car.

You, I would like you to sleep with me tonight.

Enough chitchat. Let's go upstairs.

We

an hour

thunderstorm.

10.

Perfect. No win today. Zurich Rasa.

Air Smit. As for clerk, hair smith. Silent. Silent.

All time. Silent. You're a cat. An invisible panther.

A cold prowling. Fearless al. Don't worry about the woman.

You're a tiger. Ruler of the jungle.

You're a stainless steel lamu. Don't worry about that.

Account number 0 4 0 4 0 1 8 on the historic cat rassa.

Across from the fountain. The woman is Smith is your man.

Romance is the easy part. Choose the woman wisely.

Choose your shield, your umbrella, your getaway vehicle.

The woman must not awake while the operation is in operation

is not awake while the operation is in.

Must not awake while the operation is in operation.

Perfect. No win today.

What's upon a time in an American city

as other men carry their bones, their blood, their marrow,

their gift for long division,

their skill with a deck of cards.

Death is your tool. Death is your skill.

Ignore or forget, ignore the

woman like a deck of cards.

Like you, yourself. The woman is principally a tool.

You're a mechanism. A firearm.

Grape street onto Plum Street.

Third car, rear seat center. Passenger steady.

Inhale. Deep hold. Steady.

Squeeze. Don't pull.

What are you doing? Stop.

Listen to me.

Listen. This is what I need you to do.

To go directly and instantaneously back to sleep.

Come on, show me.

Did you understand? I'm not really

allowed to show you this.

This is the VPK double zero legendary machine.

Wait, don't press on that. No, no. Oh, this

Goes here. I bet. No, don't

put that there. So what's this?

Don't touch that. That's not supposed to be touched.

Why did it go up like that? Oh, I see. Wait.

Oops. Come on. No, wait. Let me put you back it.

Alright, let be careful through here. Careful. It's

Expensive. I got it. What does

This do? I don't know.

I wasn't taught that.

You didn't ask. I don't like asking questions.

What's your favorite food? Can you tell me that? Well,

I like pizza. Okay,

What toppings?

Salami and garlic. What About mushrooms?

I hate mushrooms. What do you hate about mushrooms?

They're texture. What about anchovies? Yuck.

Do you? Yes. Anchovies. Mushrooms, peppers.

And artichokes.

Artichokes. Yuck.

I can see the motorcade now turning on Plum Street.

Now the cars are coming closer

and you can see the warm reception.

This crowd is giving this man, this really just great man.

His accomplishments of chorus.

I don't need to go into details.

Amazing to see so many people turned

out so early in the morning.

You can see him in the back of the limousine there. Waving.

Waving to the crowd. Uh, he's got his wife there beside him.

He's waving. His wife is waving.

The other men in the car are waving. Everyone is waving.

Crowd is cheering. And there he goes. There he goes.

The great man has just passed us

and ine now moving away from us.

Are you gonna get in trouble now?

I'm probably, I'm sorry.

That's all right. I'm used to it.

There'll be other motorcades,

I suppose.

What's your next assignment?

I don't know. What's yours? I don't know yet.

Well, maybe we'll run into each other again.

No. Alright.

Alright.

Oh, what? Wait. A,

My dear Petra, I'm afraid that you've been seized

with the wanderlust, which means a point with no return.

A life of amnesia.

My dear Micah, before you chose to get rid

of your rocking chair and quit moving.

This used to be your life too.

I did not get rid of my rocking chair.

I have it in front of my window and now I sit on it.

I rock back and forth. I cry.

How boring That is

what I call an amnesiacs life. Why did you quit?

Why did I quit? I got sick of being an observant,

a professional tourist.

All this borrowed life.

The stolen moments, I became bloody exhausted.

I needed to go home wherever that may be.

I needed to start missing things again. You never did

To me.

Home is the ability to always move ahead without nostalgia.

Lagging me behind

Nostalgia is poison.

You. Liar. You always used to talk about home.

The sea, your sea, the water.

Ballet with your sister, the taste of sea urchin

and lemon on your lips.

The smell of thyme.

You'd even promise to teach me how to swim. Remember?

I remember. Will you teach me soon? Soon.

How soon when we meet again?

Yeah.

Pow

Ow. Pow

Ow.

Pow Ow.

Look, love is a prick.

Love is a sting.

Love is a pretty, pretty thing.

Love is a prick.

Love is a sting.

Love is a pretty, pretty thing.

Love is a prick. Love is a sting.

Love. Love is a pretty, pretty thing.

Love is a prick. Love is a sting.

Love is a pretty, pretty thing.

Love is a prick. Love is a sting.

Love is a pretty, pretty thing.

Love is a prick. Love is a sting.

Love is a pretty, pretty thing.

Love is a prick. Love is a prick. Love is a sting.

Love is a sting. Love is arick pretty thing.

Oh, we're going hear the

This blinding kiss.

Breathe helium into

my and erases

the embraces of all of the lovers.

This kiss.

Your ruby lips speak

for themselves.

They tell nothing lies

dissolve into the

of a flickering candle.

I don't know you. You scare me.

I want you don't touch me. You disgust me.

We are dancing

this

Mexico city.

February 9th, 1996.

My dear Petra, I write you from the city of mirrors.

The city of undisciplined reflections multiplying

to infinity by the second.

I woke up at Jimenez house today, giddy

and hungry, hung she made Vos Mexicanos for breakfast,

an appropriately surreal dish.

Each of the ingredients representing a color

of the Mexican flag,

Humana's laughter, serenades our daily expeditions

to her city, guiding me skillfully through labyrinth

of ecstatic schizophrenia.

Amazing how everything around us bursts with life when it is

so utterly domesticated by death.

Xena superlative stories remind me that this is the country

where the greatest soap operas are made.

Where science fiction meets melodrama

Os borders with Disneyland.

Disneyland, borders with Japa

politics are being decided in the street here.

Outside of all this, looking in, there is me,

the nomadic automaton.

The convex mirror, the camera, the sound device.

Longing to break down the tyray of images into senses,

longing to touch, taste, smell

yet obsessively, mechanically.

I record. I record. I record.

Recording, recording. Recording. Recording. Recording.

I encode. I store. I file.

I download coding, storing, filing, downloading,

storing, violating the precision of steps.

The seductive glances, the invitation of lips,

the eruption of arrows.

The Novo tactility. A compulsive catalog of human existence.

True. It's been a year since I quit the agency,

yet I don't seem to be able

to shake off the traveling business.

The problem with travel is that arriving at a new place,

I always end up taking myself along.

Love Micah.

Oh my. Hello? Hello.

Ow. All right, fine. We met in the elevator, right?

Terrify me elevator. Me too.

Would've stopped to chat, but right. You seemed busy.

Today is my big day. No fear. All day. I woke up.

So audaciously I knew today I What about heights? Terrify.

You bring him on. Traffic. Cancer, your dark side.

Embarrassment. Nothing. Me.

What the Oh,

hello.

Hello.

Okay. Remember,

of course, but she did not know my name.

Hmm? Stuck.

Interesting.

Oh my.

Hi, you. Nice.

Hi.

Oh,

I think you should go.

I don't have to. You're going out that

door and that's all there is too.

But you're not safe here. What about you? I'll be all right.

Thanks.

Oh, whoa.

Somehow another train.

Five local time. Yes. Yeah.

You need to hurry though, because that's the last one to

are go.

It's very fast. Can you

check again?

It put in the middle of the ocean. It does.

Listen, there's no, this The last time you had a sleeve.

Yes. I'll accept the charges. Whoa, whoa. Slow down Iceland.

Why wait, why are you

Crying? That siren goes

off at no every day. Which Handman Island

Haven't over Before? Okay.

No, it's not an air raid. Yeah. There's six of them.

She shoulda never sent you to

Paris. Was

there a Buddha in the room already? Six weeks late.

Don't panic. Don't panic. Did you have your head get hired

in the level of the Buddha's head?

Is that, was

that the same park you were wearing in St. Petersburg?

I, you can't contact him direct.

You have to keep your head Right.

I'll arrange it. Where are you now?

52 is somewhere. 28 is in Mongolia.

Or 17 is an ice number. Eight is an Antarctica.

Wait a second. Number eight in an, okay.

Millie, how's the pillow? It's good.

The smell sensor is almost off the scale. Mm.

I was in Calcutta

and then I went to Geneva for the flowers. Ah,

We could only download it until Wednesday of last week.

I've been sleeping since then. Smoking cigarettes

For five days. You did nothing.

Nothing. That would probably register.

Alright, we're ready to start.

In the 1950s when mopeds

and motor scooters were Europe's primary means of transport,

an idea arose for a new kind of vehicle designed

by the Wau automobile factory in East Germany.

The Trevan P 6 0 1 was manufactured in half a dozen Warsaw

packed nations from 1957 through 1991.

Hardly changing from the first car to the last.

It wasn't originally conceived of as a car at all,

but rather a motor scooter with windows

and doors and a roof.

There weren't showrooms or price lists for various options

or glossy adverts.

You just put your name on a waiting list and a few weeks

or years later, you got a car.

The truant engine has two cylinders and two strokes.

Just like many lawnmowers

and model airplanes instead of sheet metal.

The body panels are made of a combination

of plastic and cotton wool.

It's top speed. If a tailwind

and a downhill grader with you is 100 kilometers per hour,

although you must wear earplugs at that speed, the motor is

so light, you can lift it out of the hood with your hands.

Many East German boys were taught by their fathers how

to repair 90% of the things

that might go wrong with the family.

Treant in Hungarian, Treant means servant

or companion.

The Reno Twingo began life

as the VBG project numbered W 60 intended as a successor

to the Model R four.

However, in 1988, there was a management changeover

and the project was renamed X 60

to confuse reno's competitors.

Interestingly, Twingo in French means absolutely nothing,

nor in Dutch, German, Spanish,

or any other language of the countries

where the Twingo is sold.

It is the shortest car in its class,

but has the most interior space

and uses it with the greatest versatility.

The 1.1 liter D seven F engine

with sequential multi-port fuel injection delivers 60

horsepower and thrifty fuel economy

of 36 miles per gallon in the city.

Simultaneous with the introduction of the Twingo,

Reno offered a wide range of twingo accessories,

luggage umbrellas, watches, pens, key chains, bags, hats,

toys, candy t-shirts, and so forth.

How many euros will a twingo cost on January 1st, 2002,

just as east and west Germany's combined, just

as Deutschemark and f, Frank

and Lita would merge into the post national supermarkets.

He called the Euro. So did Petra going.

Imagine the combination of the twingo with the reon

to form a third vehicle.

The Petra going like the twingo.

The going would be tiny, yet versatile, stylish,

without frills and luxuries like the reon.

The going would be small and mechanically simple.

The engine has only four moving parts,

and like Lego blocks, the entire car can be repaired

or reconfigured without a single tool.

The rear seat folds down, up in, out splits to the sides,

joins at the center, turns into a bed, a couch,

a rocking chair, a desk, a table, a hammock, a bookshelf,

or a sanitary countertop with built-in cutting board

for preparing lunch folded up.

It fits into a backpack or shoulder. Bag folded up.

It fits into the overhead compartment on an

airplane folded up.

It fits into a mailbox. It even includes international

prepaid postage built into the chassis.

So the going can be mailed between people.

The going can be powered by almost any energy source

that's locally available.

Not merely gasoline,

but also electricity, solar, nuclear, geothermal,

steam power, tidal energy,

flashlight, batteries, and pedal power.

It is completely silent.

Special chameleon paint changes color

and texture to reflect local color schemes.

We can drive your going into any cultural

or geographic landscape, and it won't appear garish

or intrusive.

My dear Petra, I dreamt of you last night.

I walked into an open air movie theater somewhere by the sea

on a gigantic screen.

A film loop was playing over

and over of a woman with a suitcase for a stomach.

She was you again and again.

You turned and looked at me

with a blissful grin on your face

exploding into uncontrollable mute laughter.

My dear Micah, your dreams are more real than my days.

I haven't been able to remember mine since I started working

That dream. Scared the hell

out of me.

You've got to stop transmitting for them.

You gotta quit. Don't you see?

Not yet. Not just yet. Sides. Look at you.

You left them. But you can't stop moving either.

It's inertia. My body needs to get rid of the habit.

I'm working on it.

Meet me in Havana then When

Soon.

And our swimming lesson. I'll teach you there.

I've missed you.

I've missed you too. Arvo. Petra,

Why Are you doing this?

I know you're awake. And if you don't stop pretending,

I'm going to have to do something relatively

painful to wake you up.

Wake your brain out of your lazy charade.

And what I'm going to do, just

to give you fair warning,

is fall

very hard on top of you

plunging my elbow

viciously into your lower ribs, your very

lowest woman rib.

You know, you could pretend to wake up right now.

You could even pretend that you were having

a nightmare about,

I don't know, something.

But look,

listen, baby.

Hmm.

Wow.

Good morning. Good day. Good evening.

I think it's time. We got dressed for the occasion.

How did you sleep?

I didn't, neither did you.

I think we should get you changed.

I think you need something a little more like, like a

Disguise. I don't

like to use the term disguise,

But that's what you meant.

No, I Mean, what I say.

I wouldn't say disguise something a little more playful

than, you know, hypothermia.

Here, try this.

It won't be quite as offensive to real hypothermia acts.

Get off the chair And get changed.

What if, what if I told you I was a hypothermia? I would

Say, what did You say? And

I would say, I said, I am a hypothermia.

So you're not concerned with offending other hypothermia?

No. God, no. Oh, You're not a

Hypothermia. No,

I'm, I'm not concerned with offending other hypothermia.

Get off of the Chair.

Get off of the chair.

Can I at least defecate?

Sure. Why not?

You don't. Yes I do.

You just have bad circulation right now. That's all.

Ouch. Don't, don't. Shh. Relax.

I hate you. Ouch.

But you're feeling warmer now, aren't you?

I'm feeling dier and I still hate you.

Good. That's fine. Hey. Hey,

Dear Micah, from my window, I see the hordes gathering

below the glass against my face vibrates with the noise

of drums and chants of thousands.

I myself am reflected among them there on the glass,

protestors, photographers, the police.

Everybody is represented then it

what lies between me

and a pile of bodies between a hotel room and a battlefield.

I feel my way with my hands close to the center.

I remain apart from it.

Cell phones are going off like mad

intermittently with molotovs.

A surreal street opera.

A couple of women are carrying a banner.

It reads politics as an abyss.

You get dizzy looking in a young man, energetic

and animated holds a sign.

It's stupid. The economy. A group of kids are singing.

No cameras. No cameras.

The movements of the crowd are

swift confronted by the police.

They chant. No violence. No violence.

As they're beaten, the cops p**s out gas like dogs.

The perfect cop can spray and punch and kick

and shout while remaining calm elsewhere.

The standoff is more sublime.

Passionate youths confront some symbol of capital. A car.

The mall, a corporate billboard.

A TV crew without any chant they said about its destruction.

But they're cut off by cooler heads.

Let's wait for the cops.

They suggest where are they when you need them?

The group enraged

and disgusted continues with the intervention.

The others feel betrayed and uncomfortable implicated.

Petra closed the windows tight.

The businessman is out tonight.

Oh, hell take you by the hand

and lead you off to business land.

I go down to the street, a hand on my arm,

a gasp masked girl in a business suit.

She has a billionaire pen on her lapel. I'll wash your eyes.

She says, and she does. And I feel better.

End of report.

You return. Okay,

So I'm gonna be going from Oslo back to Snet

and back to Oslo

Again.

I may need to be an Oslo dude.

Why don't we go together? Because that never works.

You know, that never works.

Hey, how are you been?

The time was all right. But that air force is enormous.

I remembered telling her when she was a child

that if she ever got lost to stay where she was

and not, not move and not roam around.

Stan, she's selling stuff. She has this bracelet.

It says, punk, not dead. No S punk, not dead.

I had to get it. So I'm in Buchar

and this punk helps me get on a train.

He had to have it. So I traded the

bracelet for these. They're for you.

Hey, thanks for the letter. Where, when you indebted

Here Just now,

What locations are relevant?

It's climate, topography.

That's what determines what grows what they're mining.

Are they mining coal or diamonds or oil?

Is the guy speaking German or aans.

And in the end, jokes support are waste of

Time. You alive.

And then you stay for a little

and you feel as if you've been there

for a long time all your life.

And when it's time to go, then you go

Fair. That the

taste of looks are perfect, coincided with the

taste of the island.

It has all kinds of ingredients like, uh, cucumber, uh, on,

uh, olive, green pepper,

tomato, or juicy tomato.

The entire thing is, um,

a sprinkled bit fatter in, uh, orano.

And each ingredient is cut the perfect size.

Like, uh, neither too small nor too big.

And what changes when you cross them?

When you go across the border, it's a seamless market.

Maybe the language you order dinner in changes.

Maybe the money you used to pay for dinner changes.

Only the superficial changes.

I figured maybe you could put your toys on it.

Yeah, too. Maybe the coffee, A weapon,

Paper Wing, toaster.

Hey, it's very lonely there.

I think it's the birds everywhere. It's not the people.

It's the birds you think

Whatcha talking about.

So, you know, the fridge, they just can't play basketball.

I don't like anchovies. Since when, remember in Sicily,

I got sick on the pizza. I can't eat anchovies.

So what am I gonna put in this?

Just onions, tomatoes, and eggs. And that's it. And

Cheese.

I don't eat cheese. Cheese,

you know, I don't eat cheese. Put

Cheese on my half. The omelet.

Why don't you kiss half my ass?

That's pretty nice. But is it practical? It's body.

So you went through your salad

and in the bottom of your border,

there is this juice you were waiting for.

And it's, it tastes like the, the juice of the soil,

like the very essence of that land.

I know that juice. Yeah.

But how can it be all about kilometers?

I'm telling you, I began to love the water.

Okay, explain it to me. How far away from are you now?

2,500 kilometers.

How much do you love it? I stood and stood

and stood trying to make myself visible

and standing in the clear as much as possible with thousands

of people around, like, like schools of fish.

And then after a half an hour there, she was cool as can be.

And we went on our way.

I rise, flew into Dallas from the Yucatan

and surprised customer flashes me the red light.

Besides to search my bags held me

for two days without charge in the airport,

I couldn't relieve myself without an escort.

I sat smack in the middle like a potted plant.

Watching the people circulate past I was psycho pollinating.

Transferring bits of myself onto people.

Moving to the four corners of the globe.

Going with them without moving

Moscow. January 1st, 1998.

My dear Petra, living here is like sliding across the belly

of a frightened whale.

Like crawling inside a hibernating animal

that suffers from asthma.

There are no places, only destinations, no streets

only addresses.

People are engaged in a fatal soccer game

where players practice their kicks in tiny flats.

The games are played in one on chairs

around the kitchen table,

the first big snow of the year.

Memories and sorrows grow beneath our boots.

Snow covers them like film, like cloth covers guilty skin.

We drink two bottles of vodka to your health.

Wherever you are on your impossible journey, we spoke of you

as a lens looking at the edges

or perhaps looking at the center, hoping

that it is the edges, the edges running

through the frame like the ocean.

I'm not sure what to say about Moscow yet. It's silent.

People are silent. I keep silent as you can imagine.

I'm still addicted to people watching.

It makes them uncomfortable. But I can't help it.

It's that keno eye again. It follows the frame.

Oblivious of where it ends.

I fell asleep exhausted by the anticipation of the new year.

You and I love taking naps.

We use them as peripheral vision.

This one was an overdetermined nap.

90 kilometers long Like the circumference of Moscow.

Igor celebrated in a consistent

and cynical fashion like the Russian he is.

He watched the arrival of 98 on satellite tv,

cursing in languages that I don't think exist.

Alexis appreciated the night.

And in a way he was the perfect host.

He cooked and gradually disappeared.

Somewhere in the house,

the leftover guests are raid the pantry, chasing the cat,

making out, dreaming of future migrations.

Debating the end of the world. All my love.

Micah.

It's hot. Hmm?

Air conditioner. It's broken.

Yeah. Has been for a while.

A long while, I guess.

Huh? Hmm.

Been thinking about stuff.

I've been thinking about stuff too.

All this heat really makes you think about stuff.

There's a whole lot of stuff going on

right now.

Been thinking about that stuff

again. Remembering.

I don't care what they say. Rememberings good.

Hmm.

I think I want to go out and do something later.

Doing something later. Sounds like a good idea.

Oh yeah, it sounds like a great idea.

Open the door, leave the hotel, go into town

And then Bump into coach or someone.

Or if I didn't bump into coach,

I'd think of something to do.

Sounds like a plan.

Yes. I'm feeling very flexible today.

Of course. It all depends

On Things.

Things. Ow.

Go Stay.

Go stay. We're in agreement.

Go stay. Go. Exactly. Stay or go. Stay or go. Go. Or stay

Or stay here, there and out. Yes.

You understand me, right? Absolutely.

Stay like it is. Yes. Go sell it

On the mountain. Exactly. We understand in

a nutshell. Yes sir. Yes.

You got it. Sounds good. Absolutely. Yes indeed. Yes indeed.

Yep. Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep. Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep.

Mm. Yep. Yep, yep, yep, yep. Yep, yep. Yep.

Yes indeed. Mm-Hmm.

But then again, there'd be no point in leaving

if I couldn't just as easily stay.

I, Yep.

So you think you might want to go out later?

Too risky. Are you afraid?

It's not about fear, it's about chances.

Chances. Chances you take with every decision.

I hadn't thought about that. That's a very good point. You

Gotta think about that stuff.

What a tremendous oversight on my part.

The whole thing could be a big mistake.

It might not be worth it after all.

Might not.

I'm really glad we've had this talk.

King. King.

Watch gang king. Ha.

Oh, Shayla.

Oh,

sha ha.

Oh Shayla. Oh sha

Bobo ski

wa Boom.

Boom. Skinny win.

Wa bobo ski wa Bobo Ski wa Boom.

Think of the long trip home.

Should we have stayed at home and thought of here?

Where should we be today?

Well, must we dream our dreams and have them too?

And have we room for one more folded sunset.

Still quite warm,

my dear Petra.

This was the perfect last meeting.

The ideal final summit between two international voyeurs.

You taught me how to swim and now I can trust the water.

I can practice water ballet in my green lake

and I will miss you.

You called me melodramatic

before we parted in Havana when I said that I need

to disappear for a while.

The thought of never seeing you again, saddens me deeply.

But maybe missing you is in the end,

the only appropriate way to be close to you.

The most immediate route to your presence.

Hello? Is this the boat that goes to the island?

You go into Cedars?

Um, actually I'm gonna go visit a

friend that lives over there.

Yeah, that's the ferry boat.

Thanks.

So did you get the half and half?

Oh no, I don't have any half and half. Sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm Marie. Oh, I'm Petra.

I thought you from my sister.

Nice to meet you. It's nice to meet you.

Have you seen the captain around

or are we supposed to leave in 30 minutes?

Yeah, we're supposed to leave if my sister can ever get

back with the half and half that she needs

to live. Oh, I'm sorry

I left that right there. I'll,

No, no, it's, I'll get it outta way.

What is, wait a minute. Wait, what is this?

What are you dealing with? A rocking chair on a boat, huh?

Well, I carry all my stuff in it.

You know, it's kind of like my house, I guess.

A suitcase rocking chair. I never heard of that.

Yeah, it's kind of weird, huh?

It's kind of interesting.

Uhhuh seems

to have a lot of dents in it.

Yeah. I guess it's been

around the block a couple of times.

You travel a lot.

Are you going to the resort with your sister?

Yeah. We're gonna try to spend the weekend together.

If we can keep from killing each other,

Is that gonna be hard?

Oh yeah, we're sisters.

I am back. Oh God.

Oh he stares. Oh my God.

I'm gonna, I die before we actually get to the resort.

Look what I got you. Oh my God.

What is this? Why did you give this to me?

See if you can see which side to open it on.

I think you need some sunscreen.

I brought an umbrella. I do not

Want any sunscreen.

Would you like me to bring you some sunscreen? I

Don't need any sunscreen.

Did you see that girl that's on the boat with us?

Leave me alone. I'm having a great time. What's

Her name?

Her name is Petra.

Petra? Yeah. Petra. Petra.

Mm-Hmm. That's very exotic.

Petra. You'll just love these.

I think all these different slippers come from different

parts of Morocco.

So like these are worn

by the Berber ladies in the mountains.

Yes. These are from Marrakesh can tell

by their special embroidery style.

And these are from FEZs because they're gold

and silver embroidered on velvet.

Ooh. And these are the special wedding slippers.

'cause they're all embroidered in a metallic thread

and you wear them only very special occasions.

Is that the captain? Yes. He's very independent.

Want some?

You're a pretty good navigator. I've lived here all my life.

Bet you know just about everyone that lives around here.

Maybe you know a friend of mine, a lady

that lives alone on the island.

She ever ride your ferry?

Mostly everyone goes to the resort.

Can have the rest.

She doesn't seem like she's seen many

things or been many

Well you couldn't be more wrong.

She's already said she's traveled all over the world.

No, she's quite blank.

Like she hasn't taken it in.

You are such a good girl.

So patient with two old Spencer sisters.

I'm a little spinster. Do you have a sister?

No.

What do you do exactly?

I guess you could call it consulting.

So on the island we're going to meet a man, a boyfriend.

No, you were convinced you were going to meet a man.

No, there's no man. So I was right. You are alone,

Celeste. You are so rude.

That's all right. I

Three. Don't go too far.

Synchronize. Be careful.

I thought on your back.

Don't go too far. Shut up.

Don't do that difficult stuff.

Put your your feet on my feet. Okay, where are your feet?

Right here in front of you. Sticking out. Wait.

Okay, now put your feet on mine

and then we'll do it at the same time.

Okay. Ready? Okay. 1, 2, 3, go.

You can have the chair if you want.

I can take your chair. It's bugging me.

Well, you don't have to take it if you don't want.

Well, good.

With a newly vision is pure sensation.

Unencumbered by meaning.

The girl went through the experience that we all go through

and forget the moment we are born.

She saw, but it did not mean anything,

but a lot of different kinds of brightness.

When a newly sighted girl self photographs

and paintings, she asked

why do they put those dark marks all over them?

Those are shadows.

Her mother explained that were not for shadows.

Many things would look flat, but that's how things do.

Look, the girl answered.

Everything looks flat with dark patches.

What did you do before?

I was a teacher. What did you teach?

I was a martial artist.

Come here, I wanna show you something. What's this?

Where are we going? Just walk here.

Turn left. Put your hands right here. Whatcha doing?

It's okay. No, no. Wait. Are you crazy? No. Wait a minute.

See, I cannot see no go. Now turn a little right.

Blue crash. No, we're going a little bit towards the shore.

You need to turn right. No, no. Wait.

I can't do this. Yes you can. Yeah.

That's the direction we're going.

Exhale

Down.

That was a very grown up and nice thing for you to do.

You do a lot of grown up things

and you don't seem to like me very much.

You're a liar.

What A liar.

You're not her friend.

So you do know her.

She told me all about her old job.

She told me, you Mike come.

She doesn't want to leave here. She doesn't have to liar.

Well, she won't be there anyway. What do you mean?

At her house? I called her and told her you were coming.

She's gone.

Is it a lack of imagination that makes us come

to imagined places, not just stay at home?

Or could Pascal have not been entirely right

about just sitting quietly in one's room?

This report is not part of the job. This is mine.

It is about home.

It is about my grandmother's hands who worked the earth

for 80 years before they themselves turn into soil.

It is about her slender, wiry, girlish little body, bending

with the fruit of devotion to her children,

her animals, her crops.

It is about my inability to follow her example

and my betrayal of her love.

And it is about the reenactment

of her sacrifice every Easter and her native land.

When her children gathered to commemorate her ascent

to the heavens by killing her lamb, her kindred spirit

among us caught unaware in its innocence.

It is about the day when the men slaughter her ghost.

Cut it open, stick their hands inside its stomach,

empty it out, pierce it with a spit wash.

Meticulously its innards fire,

its carcass share, its flesh and blood.

And I shoot it all with my camera.

Cursed, trained, unable to look away.

And I wonder what it means.

This worship and consumption

of the dying religion.

Paganism ritual, savage memory,

carnivorous nostalgia.

I'm homesick for a place that I don't fully comprehend.

A land that I will never labor. Like our kind matriarch.

A woman who's carved healing hands will never

touch my cheek again.

End of report.

Are you overly drowsy? No

Dizzy.

Mm-Hmm. If you didn't wait so long,

next time gave us a lot.

How much? Two and a half tapes.

I not Island Pond. The driver is named Saipan.

Put you in the middle of the ocean. Wait.

Lake Ki just inside man. I hate going through.

There's about 500 islands there.

Five ca set tapes I picked up on the street in back

few miles west of San Juan.

Hey, that's sounds another train leaving on track. South.