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  By the way, what did you say to your girlfriend, when she asked about money…you again told the truth and gave her all the money, didn’t you?

  Uncle Malik, you know what kind of person I’m, so I presume its senseless to give same kind a questions all the time…I told you that, its something hereditary, that I can’t tell a lie…its like a curse,,, when deceive someone then it causes undesirable and heavy consequences for me…or I get kicked by New Jersey gangs or hit by yellow cab what, comes out then, is driven by a guy who don’t even have a license.

  Yeah…I see superstitions is fixed on you. The let me give you such an ideal option…you know, for you conscience sake. But first you have to listen to an old but real story in order to get the whole point.

  Have you heard anything about Shah Ismael Hatai…

  Yes…as far as I know he was your medieval king that founded Safavi state which invaded almost whole Arabian peninsula, until our Turkish sultan punished him in great battle Chaldiran

  Sure…1514 August 23…pointless battle ever in the history of mankind,,,between two brother states, pointless blood shed of turks –azeri and osmanli turks…Yes…you know that he was very young when he came to power and founded his own state Safavi state…almost whole Azerbaijani areas, thus todays current Azerbaijan, Armenia –that time Iravan, and Southern Iran…after scattering his ruthless enemies…

  So…

  So…After his father was killed, the king of that times thought that it is very risky, to let another members of Safavi clan scot-free, so he order his men to kill all of three brother – the last members of Safavi family…All brothers was killed but Ismael…at age of 13. Thus this happened because the master of Gilan in Iran gave a refuge to poor boy,…he was loyal muslim, sheer obedient wise man- both in fate and deeds…However he was sure that the king will somehow hear about this secret and send his troops to check the uprightness of rumors. So when he heard troops coming, he bound little Ismael with ropes and hanged him from the tree so that he’s feet won’t touch the ground…

  Hmm…Interesting…why?

  This is the main implication of the story which has similarity with your case…so when the troops came he swore – literally- that “By Allah, in whose hand is my soul, the feet of Ismael Safavi is not on Gilani ground”. Thus he swore,,,he told the truth,,,and by such a wise option he remained both faithfull to his oath, and saved the Ismael from being murdered- which then would become the giant warlord, commander, poet and philosopher…

  So…whats your proposal now…

  Doing the same…

  Hmm…sounds challenging…

  Although Malik had already taken aspirin headache was getting harsher. So he freely making himself fall into bed, he tried to eliminate the pain by massaging.

  Uncle Malik…

  What kid…

  I’ve been worrying for you recently,,,ask me why?

  Why?

  Its already six days in the row that you enter the bathroom after eleven and stay there till morning…I wonder what you’re doing there all night long…

  You must be kidding…I close my eyes in bed, I open my eyes in bed…I’m sure you’re confusing something…

  Tuncay came close and sat down on the other corner of the bed, turning his back to him…

  Nop, I’m sure ‘cos I checked you all the time this week…I had a terrible stomacache in the midnight a week before. I saw you silently getting out of your room without closing the door and staggering toward bathroom like a ghost, may Allah forbid, but swear to all precious I have in life, you stayed there all the night…If there’s sort of problem so, if you find it inadequate sharing with me, so I’ll understand it..

  Nonsense…Why should I have a kind a problem to hide it in bathroom…what sort of idiotic presumption…No I swear I don’t know what are you talking about.

  Then its OK…You see, I’ve recently wacthed a tv documentary about the men like you, you know, sleepwalkers…Almost one fifth of people have at least one time sleepwalked in their life.

  Headache was already gone. Maybe the new stuff about late nightwalking made him irrationally shift off the pain. Getting up:

  I must confess, me also don’t remember, anything done after eleven…Like I’m turned off after that time…No dreams no memories, just black blank… and after I get up new sceneries and pictures moving in my brain periodically, in particular, before lunch time at work…Today you must check it again and awake me if I happen to get into bathroom again.

  CHAPTER 4

  Eliminate the witness! or changing conditions

  Loud step noises coming out of neighbor room, awaked him automatically. In a split seconds, Tuncay got up and moved toward the room door that was currently closed. When getting out of room, he happened to see Malik moving toward the bathroom. Though he couldn’t see his face…So ran as fast as he can before Malik closed the lock of the bath door from inside. He grabed his hand to turn him back,when he felt very chilly, like someone had put tiny ice cubes all over his body. Reflectively he jumped back from coarse cold coming out of his body. Malik was paying no attention just continuing his silent steps…What scared Tuncay’s pants off was the fact that Malik was moving absolutely silent, no breath no other voice … Absolute silence… Paralyzed with unforeseen vision- the gradually appearing green beams around his body, he watched this old Azeri man enter the bathroom and door closed. However he was sure that Malik was not the one who closed the door behind him. Green phosphorsome lights was yet seen out of the gaps under the door. When lights was gone, Tuncay got up as well. It seemed like the green light had a special power of paralyzing all around if needed. He immediately rashed to door, sharply turned the handle of the door, but without any success soever. “ Uncle Malik, can you hear,,,I thing something terrible is happening to you, so now I’ll get you out of this bathroom no matter what’s going to happen there…Just hold on there”. He made some hits with his shoulders but door did not even give out any sound, what can be considered bizarre for an old wooden door. “Just be there,,,I’m coming now” saying ran back to his room, to pick anything ranging from screwdriver to little hammer to somehow break the barrier that was currently separating two good friends.

  When again ejecting himself out of room with superspeed, but what he so in front of the door, made him stop his feet immediately. Though, undergone to inertia, he slid almost 2 metres ahead through the smooth and polished wooden floor. What he saw was – Professor Maxwell the retired at age 62 the owner of the house. He had a horrible and menacing look now, leaning against the door to show that Tuncay could enter the room only over his dead body.

  “Go back to your room, kid…Bathroom is out of order, you see we need to call a plumber”

  But, Mr Maxwell, Malik needs our help… I think something’s wrong with him there.

  Theres nobody there,…I think you was dreaming…I have been here all the time…already two ours…handling with this junked old sewer.

  Its not possible

  Hmm…I don’t understand you,,,come on check your friend if you think this old man nuts.

  He was just turning the handle of Maliks room that, he felt thundersome pain in his head…Someone was all the time behind him…when talking to old man and waiting for proper moment…The last thing he saw was black-red blood coming down his childish forehead…and darkness…that transferred him to the life of no lies…the absolute reality- as once told ancient greek philosopher, thus the life hereafter.

  *********

  Things are getting to serious

  Hmm…You’re right, I think we should reconsider our schedule

  *********

  “No, no…don’t. Please don’t…” talking in dream he was, when he felt gentle woman hand touching his forehead.

  Its OK dad…

  What’s up with him- asked another woman voice from not a close distance, like she was in other room…Both of them spoke in Azeri

  Nothing mom, just dad, was having a horrible dr
eam, I presume.

  When Malik opened his eyes he was astonished to see these two strange women, young brunette girl of teenage, and another mature woman, but rather good looking one, coming out of kitchen, at the same time polishing the dish with for not wasting the time. But young girl, had a pretty familiar face…Like he saw her somehow a year before somewhere…He was shocked to open his eyez in other apartment, where the conversation was going on his own language – what he was longing for over 3 month.

  Excuse me for disturbing you, but where am I now…And who you’re supposed to be…

  Both women fell into deep laughing. Elder woman suddenly made a serious and threatening face like Iosif Stalin

  We are Mars residents, we kidnapped you for waging unforeseen studies on you, human being…

  And again heavy laugh burst…

  No I’m serious

  What’s up with you dad, are you kidding or what…

  Suddenly he recalled the face of youngster…He was ninety nine percent sure that it was her…

  Now, I remember you…You’re the girl confused me with your father in Ichari Shahar, 3 month before…remember…

  What are you talking dad, why I must confuse you…And besides, I haven’t been to Ichari shahar since I know myself…What should I do there…You came yesterday after a one week business trip to Japan. You’re now in Baku

  Baku, but its not possible, I was…I …What’s up with Tuncay, poor kid…I knew that something was wrong with this project…Almighty Allah, I don’t even remember the name, what was the name… “Ero”, “eso”, nop “belo”… “Bolero”. He suddenly stood up…My memories is mixed, so I don’t know which one of my lifestyles is reality…am I really head of family or pathetic bum, that would have had better life if not involved in this freaken project.

  Show me our photo albums, video footage or something,,, anything to refresh my memories…Then we’ll go to Global Unemployees Exchange Organization office.

  What is that…

  Don’t you know, its branch of UN, founded in 2015 or something like that

  Dad, I thing, you are still dreaming…what you’re talking about…Its yet 2010.

  Such news, did not even shock him, ‘cos he already was full with such surprises…

  Never mind with that…and by the way what is my name?

  Ahmed Tagizade…

  Where do I work?

  Hmm – United Nations Organization – Department of Public Information…

  Oh…my…God….Oh…my…God…OK what is next…Have I not yet purchased hundred tons of cocain from Columbia

  *********

  “Look, Ahmad, my friend, you know that we know each other already two years…So what you would do if you were in my place…What for heavens sake did you it in Japan…Wasabi or something…I’m sure something has happened to you there…Look, I have never heard such kind a bull crap, even in documentaries about secret project…I’m keeping up to date of even every tiny details of news coming from New York, and I don’t think Ban Ki Moon would conceal something from me, if he’s up to sort of project making. I can tell you that, good rest, must have you, indeed… So I’ll be waiting for you after a week…However at home please prepare the comprehensive report of your activities in Japan, during the annual Environmental Conference” – said the UN Azerbaijan office resident when having one-on-one chat with Malik – currently Ahmad Tagizade, allegedly UNDPI deputy resident coordinator.

  Dad, how was your meeting- asked Camila, the only daughter of Ahmad…

  Unfortunately, very bad…He thinks that I’m out of my mind so gave me a week-off.

  Wow sounds perfect…Now you have time to arrange our travel to Antalya…

  Nop…I have things to do now,,,and besides he was Ahmed, your father who gave you such promises not me…I’m yet Malik, my real personality, Malik or Ahmed is not yet defined…Almost 30 to 70. But I’m gonna find it out no matter how matter time it takes. Do you have internet connection.

  Ofcourse, wireless, you bought it last year and hi-tech, super german laptop, when heavy snow covered the streets of Baku, don’t you remember dad.

  Stop giving same sort of questions and go bring the laptop

  As soon as she disappeared, he began interiorly thinking out appropriate key words for search at internet. He sat down on cosy sofa gave a short glance on a table, tasty looking Plov was yet giving out steams as it was high time he ate the dinner. But he postponed it till finishing the search on internet.

  Here you are, you are already logged so open browser and enter wherever you want, I have no anti-fishing system…

  You think I understood anything of what you told me- said Ahmed returning the laptop to his daughter…

  You will help me…

  OK… I can do my homework any later..

  First enter any search engine…which one is the best

  By all means, Google.OK- she began typing like a thunder. she seemed to have chatted on net so many times…- www.google.com. So what next…what we are going to search.

  Type down “project Bolero” exchange

  Project BOLERO – Bolero with capital letters…

  I think it makes no difference.

  BOLERO

  Come on, press enter key

  Whola, over 2 million foundings…

  Look for exact writting , project Bolero

  There’s one…Here. But its Bolero project…

  Open it…

  Hmm…Its an article from Wikipedia…you know virtual encyclopedia…it says… “Bolero Project is an ArtistShare recording project led by Latin singer Leonardo Granados and jazz pianist Edward Simon”... “ArtistShare has been well known for their "fan funded" projects which expose the creative process of music making to fans. "Bolero Project" is an appreciation of boleros, a sensual dance music wide spread in South America. The project is dedicated to Simon's father who introduced the music to him and Granados' mother as a special gift. All the boleros are interpreted into jazz/improvisation style with Simon providing arrangements and Granados providing vocal interpretations”

  No its something regarding jazz… look for next one

  We have project bolero.net…lets open it in other tab…here…its green project I think…yes sure… “objective is To "de-materialise paper" in ALL its forms by producing an acceptable electronic substitute”

  Continue

  No appropriate ones in first page lets go to second…

  No wait a minute…what is that in the seventh position…the words project olerob and exchange with bold

  Its personal blog…

  Enter, now

  Ok..Ok…what’s hurry…here personel blog…Sort of an complaint article or what,…with heading “I was kidnapped”

  Bingo…you go have your dinner, I must read it by myself…And by the way youre doing good with your English

  Oh, thank you dad

  The blog contained this message

  “…I don’t exactly know what’s happening to me, whether I’m going crazy or really came from 2017…It was sort of project mastered by United Nations Organization – dubbed OLEROB… I used to be a bum …But after I was involved in this project, when applying in Global Unemployees Exchange Organization office, something has gone wrong…Last thing I remember was that I was send to Azerbaijan. I lost part of my memories,,, now I’m 23 year old guy, having education in Detroit state college, but I can swear to God that, I was a decades older before applying for this project. I thing they had been doing sort of secret experiments on me…so please if there’s anyone knowing something about this project get in touch by underwritten e-mail…Ben Adler”

  When he saw the name Ben Adler, he reflectively jumped off his chair…luckily laptop was on small sofa-side table. He recalled the words of assistant manager said months ago… “And finally, you’ll be exchanged with Ben Adler, USA…You’ll better remember this name”

  The next thing what astonished him mostly was the date shown under the blog:


  “Created: 10 minutes before”

  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.