A complex life
from all this? What do you get?
... I guess like me you now have a number of convictions and at least as much doubt ... But actually certainties, I have only presumptions. If I try to make the point, what is certain is that on April 11 in Berlin, the day of the birth of Arthur, I met a friend of my teenage years that you have some- had already ... why - I called St. Loup and who at the age of thirty, had disappeared without giving any new or members of his family or any of his friends. I knew, because we had often talked about, because it gave me the opportunity to attend some of his close relatives or distant friend of the genealogy of the most complex as related to politically and culturally opposed camps. To make matters worse, this friend had fallen madly in love with a girl from a country that my opponent-here-named Zita and had managed to immigrate to France. Both, even if they let it show, and were intellectually, morally and culturally is still at odds in a world that was not really them but where they should live. What Saint-Loup told me in Berlin, is the price they had to pay for living, their love and support living members of their families: according to him, he had to agree to participate in both corporate disinformation and intelligence to the enemy camps.
He did not say if he had played a double game, but in the midst of all his revelations, I would not have been surprised: Saint-Loup had become a traitor and a spy. So when the world divided into two blocs ended, they had enemies on both sides ready to monetize a redefinition of their roles: they found themselves caught between two fires ... They disappeared. A simple story, after all, and Saint-Loup asked me to report it, both to try to redeem themselves, to share a portion of the truth and render obsolete the hunt which he began to be the game. I naively accepted. I did not know what is in what, drew me this simple story: The Internet is a medium all-all, open and transparent, diffusing my information, I delivered the world to everyone, without distinction or sorting possibilities. The consequences were immediate: thousands Saint-Loup, friends or pseudo-friends from Saint-Loup or Zita felt compelled, shuffling the cards, for fun, boredom, compassion, jealousy, trickery ... for the whole range of feelings including man is capable of influencing the conduct of my story: I do not know therefore I am ... or more intrigue, usual, is simplified as and as the narrative progresses and it is not traditions otherwise-that happens when he does not respect the rules, how to maintain the trust that allows the exchange ... I am well aware that here I have been able to honor this Law obvious, and that away from you to get more intelligence, I did qu'opacifier events.
So I do not know who is who, I probably never will know. How is it that my eyes are responsible for a cloud that hides them all? My days, my nights, every moment of my life are now marked by unrest and the painful torments that accompany it. I do not know what to say ... Together we do not see clearly!
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