An Ordinary Man Page #3

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for any parties assisting

in the location

and capture of the general."

They'll all be out now,

cockroaches.

"Widely reviled by

the international community,

though still considered a hero

by some of his own countrymen.

Government leaders,

while acknowledging

the country's deepening

economic isolation,

refuse to speculate

as to a date

when the general's capture

and arrest might be expected."

Yeah, let them check

their calendars.

That should take

a f***ing year or so.

God forbid they should ever

have to make a decision.

What is this country of yours?

A thousand curtseys. Here's some

allowance, now go to your room.

Is that it?

After all of this?

You say nothing.

A generation of young people,

saying nothing.

All right, then you are

my silent witness.

Witness this:

I will never hide.

And I will never be taken.

Lesson two:
we cook.

[music on radio]

[music gets louder]

Go, maid.

[chuckles]

The peasant's feast,

four centuries of

life and culture,

distilled into one dish.

My dying day,

I shall eat this meal,

taste my home,

and be done.

How will you ever make

a suitable bride?

What makes you assume

I'll do the cooking?

And how do you know

I'm not already married?

I've seen your hands.

I'll never wear a ring.

Not dressed like that,

you won't.

What's wrong with this?

Nothing that can't be fixed.

So this life of yours,

these 26 lengthy years,

the highlights, please.

First chapter:

you were born, of course.

Where?

Here.

City?

City girl, of course.

And your parents?

From where do they hail?

- Same.

- City folks as well.

Now, that's convenient.

And their families?

Surely your people

come from somewhere,

a village with

their name on it?

- I never knew my grandparents.

- Really?

And your parents, you say?

I told you.

Yes, yes, you did. Ah.

How did they perish?

Car accident.

Together?

How unfortunate.

And I must say, bit unusual.

- How so?

- Well, we're not the worst drivers here.

A crack-up here and there, after

the bars close, yes, of course.

But both of them,

just like that?

That's catastrophic.

Leaving you all alone.

At what age?

- Seventeen.

- Of course.

Old enough

to fend for yourself.

Independence.

And school, why aren't

you in school?

My parents died.

Money, yes, of course,

always money.

And so we witness

the birth of a maid.

And friends.

- No friends?

- No time.

Mrs. Boscovich, no doubt,

slave-driving b*tch.

And boys.

There must be boys,

ripe specimen like yourself.

No boys, no friends, no family.

Tanja, my silent maid,

I'm afraid you are

as invisible as I am.

We're ghosts.

Lesson three.

Lesson four.

Five, please.

Very good.

Very good, maid.

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