CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

Ben Adler arrives

 

After getting in touch with Ben Adler, they have settled down on that Ben will arrive in Baku within a week for identifying what was going with them two at last. Lost memories of his real life as Ahmed Tagizadeh was gradually coming back on track…thus he probability percents like was mentioned above went vice-versa…Now he was sure that his memory package as Malik Yetim – a bum was a fake intentionally formulated by some supernatural power or something like that…But how and why one would do it?...Nevertheless, he was unable to stand all night awake in order to convince himself that nothing is happing to him again like it was with bathroom-case before. When asking his wife or daughter, they would assure him that he was in his bed all night long.

But everyday after he woke up, he saw strange distortions of memories, strange bloody visions – what made them strange was the fact that visions was of political nature…The first thing he utters after opening his eyes in his bed, is sort of  bunch of words from someones speech… “…has a lack of determination” the other day “ this we’ll end the war Darfur”,  next day “Ours is not the caravan of despair”. If there were any kind a person names then it would have been easer to guess the quest. Eventhough, a day before Adlers arrival it came to him that maybe he should solve it by again using internet…and it was good choice thus he found that what was uttered by him this morning “Haiti will not die” was the words of Haitian president Rene Preval, who tried to cheer up the nation after devastating earth quake with thousand of atrocities.

But how the word of Rene Preval could get into his mysterious brain, taking into account that he didn’t even watch foreign news on television.

In order to check the reality of time range as Yetim Malik he paid a visit to an ancient part of the city – inner city called Ichari shahar…walls, apartments, windows, modern inns, even most cars (in particular, cars of local residents) were almost the same as it was 3 month ago…So he’s lifespan as bum was also real…Then only explanation left was that, all people around him has been hypnotized to believe that Ahmed was absent only for a week, not more than that. Why.,,Why he was shifted to other person without he own mental presence in that. Therefore thing were getting painy exciting to bear till Adler’s arrival.

On Monday, before his plane took off, Adler gave him a message by cell phone that he’s already on his way to Baku and would arrive on Tuesday evening.

He made all kind of preparations at home for the day of tomorrow – which we’ll at last somehow clear up the whole matter. Before leaving home, he sneaked to kitchen and chose little knife just in case. The threat of pursuit made him be more rational and consider all kind of precautions.

 

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After meeting in airport they took a cab and made their way to city center as airport was in suburban area called Bina with lower density of population and less developed infrastructure.

Adler appeared to be rather odd young guy, not communicative one, of extremely melancholic disposition, short answers to every question…After few questions sort of “how you doing” “how was weather in America”, Ahmed skipped the formalities and gave his first question on real matter. They were yet inside the taxi which had already passed by underground station Azizbeyov.

-         Who are they and what they want…

-         I think its sort of…hmm…sort of secret project maybe on creation of false memories or something like that…

-         That’s really odd,…that was always priority among my self-explanations of what was going around…and what else  do you know about it…

-         Hmm…after eleven something bad happens to me daily, but I don’t remember exactly what…- he was so pale like someone was forcing him to speak something he didn’t want to. Bald haircut, blue eyes, curved Caesar-some nose shape, slightly humpbacked spine.

-         I had a friend who saw me entering the bathroom every night and staying there all midnight long, his name was Tuncay…

-         What you just said…

-         He’s name was Tuncay, Turkish student with American citizenship.

-         Its not possible…Your are talking the same thing I know…Tuncay was your roommate?

-         Yes,,,how did you know that.

-         No…something very…very bad is going on kid…- he uttered when suddenly taxi drivers stopped the car by brutally braking. Everything was happening so fast that, he couldn’t even recall about the knife hidden in the coat pocket. The door beside Adler shoot up with devastating power, however without damaging Adler physically. He only saw a fat hand and fingers of unknown person in a split second giving Adler injection on throat. And then with other man as well he began pulling Adler out of cab. Taxi driver lost his faint seeing this kind of brutal things…or maybe he pretended as one in order not to become unnecessary witness. A second later after his brain had adapted to a such unpredictable changing conditions, he jumped to the paralysed body of Adler, not letting him out when he saw the second man grabbing Adler…It was him…of course…assistant manager…who made him sign Bolero…Ahmed was so persistently holding the Adler that he did not even notice how the back door opened, and something cold hit him on crown of the head. Holding fingers stopped listening commands coming from his brain, and loosened gradually. He started seeing everything in pale and dizzy vision when his eyes closed at all. He only heard far voices of these men in black and one tiny message, maybe of that assistant manager “You idiot…YOU, YOU made him believe that…He has never attended Bolero…” and the sounds of closing doors. He fell into deep sleep.