was looking at me cruelly:
- Tonight you get punished in cold place.
Then something incredible happened, the chief of the room said:
- The guy mixed up the notes from a different table, what's the problem?
And here ...you are at the restaurant, stop this cold places issue.
Just a few people could talk to him like that without getting into trouble, and a poor
chief of room, no way. But, the big general left and didn't bother me but the cruel look
of the Total Mathematics savior.
- Don't put me into this kind of situations.
The chief of the restaurant was really amused by the story:
- Who, that guy (meaning myself) did something like this? It is the end of the world...
Anybody remembering the unlimited power of the Secret Police will swear something
like this is impossible, that I lie like in a contest, but they will be wrong. Unbelievable?
Believe it! From any reason, the important general with evil legions in subordination,
absolutely sociopaths, swallowed this and that was it.
I also had problems with another dangerous organization, Militia (The communist
Police), with big bangs and torturers in its ranks...every time anything was solved like a
miracle. Quite serious situations ...I was considering them at chapter:
- What's life without playing?
Once my competition dog attacked a guy who hit him with his foot, although he was
wearing muzzle. My dog put him down and hit that guy with his muzzle several times.
The guy was with the regime and I woke up in Militia building , where lots got real
trouble. Instead, a man was looking at me frowning like looking at the sun and said:
- When you get out complain you got beaten , that we will put you into prison...
A real miracle, that everything ended up just like this.
But all this are nothing, comparing with my preparation to write this book. At the age of
14 one thought crossed my mind, but I knew it was very important:
- My role on Earth is to write a book. Very important. Total.