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mufatotripaki

About Me


Romania Firstly we met the short guy with the monkey face and the black coat. My sister got really afraid. “How is it possible for that creature to exist.”. she said. Ok, I know, he looked weird but I had seen him before. He started to explain, with a smile on his face, that he always appear when a black hole opens. At last, it all made sense to me; The trip, grandpa and grandma, the professor, those murders, aliens.
I had a mystery at my hands and lots of trouble on my way. We moved on…
Sometime between two and three o'clockListen carefully cause I will say this once. His hands became eyes! But that just happened at the end, lets take things from the point that all of my problems started.
The job was easy and the money was more than good. You just don’t say no to something as big as that. I immediately accepted and in three days we were ready and waiting. Heads were clean, guns were loaded. We were going to hit separately, the three of us, and I had to collect the cash. I had already booked a flight to “Mag” (that’s how we called Madagascar for safety reasons) and after the job I would take the cash with me. The plan was perfect.
After the hit I was waiting at Ilia’s house for the others. I felt something very bad at my stomach and that wasn’t good at all. Last time I felt like this I was running for a long time. Things were going crazy once more. I heard a sound from the bedroom. I was sure it was him. I calmed myself and got in. He was holding some packs at his right hand (rest of the money was on the floor in a half opened bag) at his left he was holding his gun. “Come on, take them!” he shouted. Without further delay I stuffed the cash into the bag. He was looking at me all the time and when I finished he said some kind of a code, I really didn’t understand. I raised my hand, pointed at him with my finger and closed my eye. He was standing there still so I left.
“Mag” is a magic green paradise. Of course you have to watch out for the traps that are laying there. I really don’t know who the hell put them there but they are all over the place and they are dangerous but I have learned by now not to activate them. I can gently slide through them. I’ve been waiting for some time now and maybe I’ve been waiting for more than I should. Maybe I’m starting to losing it. Again…
"Fuck you Santa Claus" sounds much better in greek!!!

My Interests

Looking at Kerkis, feeling the humidity of the sea secretly smiling knowing this is important, visiting Livadi again regaining the lost connection, closing my eyes while the clean north wind touches my face, humming softly while staring at blues, yellows and reds as the sun flirts with the horizon, making the dream true moving slowly away from trouble, wandering at Sehitanhi beach gently touching the sand, enjoing the suns lick on my body, taking pleasure smelling the aromas of the forest, making sure that Samos knows im back…

I'd like to meet:

MUGEN

some days, some nights some live, some die in the name of the samurai

Music:

music has to be relegion

Books:

Lenos Xristidis, Pascal bruckner, Henry Charles Bukowski, Henry Miller

Heroes:

"These mutant infant girls prevent me from obtaining political control of you! But you will be mine, ..."

My Blog

silent night

kinise sta oria ths paranias. merikes fores ta ksepernas ke to katalabenis. kirios giati oi alloi sou thimizoun pos ise trelos. Alla ti kseroun ki autoi? Einai diafanoi opos ki esi.Zhleuis pou de mira...
Posted by mufatotripaki on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 11:39:00 PST

kolash

ksipnisa mesa se ena domatio me xamilo fotismo.prospathisa na katalabo ti ixe simbi alla to kefali mou ponouse toso poli pou to afisa gia argotera.mia enesh ke imoun ekso.kseraila.kokkino.polli kokkin...
Posted by mufatotripaki on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 09:55:00 PST

John's rules

1. pote min benis san to sifouna2. pote min anakatonese se mia sobarh dimokratikh ipothesi3. pote min xalas ena oreo klasiko gamisi
Posted by mufatotripaki on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 11:16:00 PST

we are back from where we where at the begining of our trip

    ...and we feel safe again, but loathing for nothing is to confirm what nobody could believe is true...its true, the dream is true...lost in the frozen sealing...salut.m
Posted by mufatotripaki on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 02:59:00 PST