Repeatedly tried to be caught on the postman, but he was always discovers a vicious circle leading

Man wakes death at exactly five and forty minutes of every morning. kardo He does not really wake up, but only rise from bed after a long thinner, not realizing that he did not sleep because the man did not die dreamed of anything in his life, long-lasting, which began with the first human rights and ending with the last. The man did not know he was dying pyramid but he knows very well that time an old friend not seen for some time, it is believed that he died or traveled and no news.
Man's death look in the mirror and not feel sorry for or satisfaction. Overlooking from his eyes the eyes of those who died yesterday kardo as children on board the steamer will sail than a few. Wonder that they look at his face while pulling up the roots of the anchor, or do they still think they're just like any other morning, standing kardo in front of the mirror in the bathroom and wash their faces with water to leave.
Man's death now drank his coffee, at the same time and the same corner of his small room. On the table and one sheet of paper and a pencil. Years ago writes this message that do not expire and has forgotten that they will or resignation. Feel some distress kardo that does not understand the cause, though under what chasing him, slept over his body, which swallows the air in his lungs. Man's death in store for salt under his pillow for the expulsion of nightmares and screaming strangers he met once and turned to dust.
Man's death is seen from behind the window curtains. There is a girl carrying a bouquet colorful balloons reflect life as if she does not know the other day Ststhil is a balloon kardo with a single color is lost in the sky. Closes his eyes, lest coveted prematurely. Man's death is feared to look at beauty, lest sin committed theft.
Trying to remember how and when assigned to this task. For as long as I think it would be an artist, a painter, a writer, candy vendor ... but you could be anything else is that seems to him that he's never been a kid, think about what Sakouna when he grows up? A little disheartened that he has no friends, only a few lunatics who gave chase in the back alleys kardo of despair. Condolences and unity that human beings, mostly, racist extremists, only few of them moderate and open-minded enough to accept this strange.
His mission is clear and simple. Every morning sealed envelope tucked under his door containing the names of strangers and to each side of the name, place and time. So imagine is always human life flashes another without a specific context, leaving over MAP presence or absence of a point to attend.
Repeatedly tried to be caught on the postman, but he was always discovers a vicious circle leading to a superior kardo officer rank. Think twice escaped and fled several times already, but, in every morning, wherever and whatever he cried: "I'm not a murderer fee required," he found the envelope under the door and cursed was picked up and carried out the task. Finally stopped for nomadic because the room inhabited by wooden chair and bed and iron and empty flower vase and knife made of plastic kardo to avoid any accident kardo they are the only link with the need to belong.
Man's kardo death now reads the newspaper, and the other point of view for his work published on the pages of news and wars and famines and incidents and Wacky and intellectual and cultural approaches. Shakes his head and says, for different reasons, and leave one. Contemplates the panel on the last page conceivable Gula grows whenever charges prey. But he is, the man of death, one man before and after each of these names and their characters fell in the newspaper.
Think of those terrible things practiced by humans, Kkdrthm the disintegration entirely and switch to mobile nuggets in the hysteria of laughter or crying. How Almlmon the loss of them in a heart failure? How do not develop phobia while sharing an idea or a table or a bed? How Ansron in love and then re-arrange the destruction after the separation? Where do they get those horrible ability to redundancy? And the dilemma that always Thirh: Where invoke such enormous power of life and they are fully aware of what they're going to lose every few shortcomings that sand?
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wooowwwwww ... Absolutely kardo marvelous kardo .... wooow .... I love it. I love it. I especially liked this part: think of those terrible things practiced by humans, Kkdrthm the disintegration entirely and switch to mobile nuggets in the hysteria of laughter or crying. kardo How Almlmon the loss of them in a heart failure? How do not develop phobia while sharing an idea or a table or a bed? How Ansron in love and then re-arrange the destruction after the separation? Where do they get those horrible ability to redundancy? And the dilemma that always Thirh: Where invoke such enormous power of life and they are fully aware of what they're going to lose every few shortcomings that sand?
At this late hour of the night, the man remembers death that opens the envelope in every morning with a single kardo security: to become a name like all the names. and especially this question: Where do they get those horrible ability to redundancy? Why does he want to die? Can he quite his job? Where does he live? Aren't there any people similar to him with almost the same job that he could meet? He could find someone to love or to hang out with or to talk to? Life is not that bad, all we need to do is to change our perception of it :) Thanks a million :) I will be looking forward to hearing from you :) Zeina
wliiiiii, u liked the part that is all questions!! miss 1000 questions ra7 en3ada mennik: D emmmm, het la nshouf, he wants to die because he just wants to be a normal man, like all other people. He is the messenger of death, there is only one of his kind, he cant have lovers or friends because kardo when he looks someone in the eyes that person has reached kardo his time of death, and yes he wants to change his perception, he wants to be on the other side, he wants to be another mortal. kardo I dont know where he lives, all i know is that he is somewhere out there holding a list and harvesting lives