SPERMA-TO-GENESIS

" and they said, we have been transformed, we attacked and we got destroyed "

Federico Morini / Notes from Inferno

In the morning of that strange day, Max got out from Pedagogrand 7A. The weather was freezing, therewith, it rained yesterday and made the road icy. At that point Chinese guy that owns Chinese store slipped on ice and fall dawn on his ass while he was passing in front of Max. The guy with long hair and beard, in fact, looking like the resurrection of Nordic God Thor, lighted his cigarette before walked his way to the hospital. However in the book of famous German historian Professor Rausch who is the son of Lukas- Paul Rausch "Armeen von Thor" it is written about that weird day as Max had quit the cigarette in those days and he directly walked the hospital instead smoking before.

While walking to the hospital, he thought about his friend who offered him that contribution to the project. When he heard this proposal, he accepted instantly without thinking over. Worldwide famous political analysist Giovanni Barbieri wrote in his book "Soldati all'orrizonte"  as Max would gain 500 krona from his world changing sperm donation and two weeks ago from the incident, he mention the donation to Dinçer while walking to the laboratory and it is written that Dinçer became extremely excited and wanted to join the project. However, Max didn't say more. Through the speculations about this conversation, many pundits said that Max didn't say much due to warning of his friend in the project. Whereas Giovanni Barbieri investigated the case deeply and claimed that in fact Max did know everthing and didn't say much since he was afraid of "them".

Max didn't have difficulty in finding the project room. His friend in the project welcomed him at the door. When he saw the incredibly hot nurse by him, a huge smile appeared on his face and he said " ohh yeah " in his mind. The nurse gave him a sexy glance and invited him to the examination room. Everything was merely transforming a porn scene. However the examination room was complete disappointment. The nurse gave him a vessel and left the room instantly. This part of story had been mentioned in the pyhcological book of Dinçer Inan " Masturbasyonun gizli tarihi" which got banned and burned after the incident due to its perverted context. In the lines of the pages which saved through destruction and reached to nowaday, Dinçer Inan analyzed the mental state of Max during the donation process. Fortunately whole book hasn't remained for the present time.

In the biography of worldwide famous enviromental biologist Karlijn Doorenspleet, named as "My Humps they got you",  she showed the world a really important picture and told that she accompanied Max to the lindelhallen and  she met the other three guys in front of Lindelhallen while they were smoking. Max showed the document to her and other three guys which stated that he donated his sperms to the hospital. After lots of loughes, they asked her to take their picture. This famous picture which you can see above.

From that moment, I need to explain how I know the story beyond that references. I was watching him in that day, even before. I had to make sure that he would give that damn sample. I think you, the readers who reached these lines, deserved to know who I am,

I am going to give you a tip: I am in the picture as well. Of course you know in the left is Max and by him is Dinçer. the guy who gives an effort to look stupid in the all pictures,  No, I am not this fucking Italian guy which was proud of his friend Max who gained easy money. Did you understand who I am ?? Yes ! I am the one who shakes Max's hand and showed the documents proudly to the camera. It was the only time I somehow manifested who I am.

Yes I am Alp motherfuckers !!! The founder of this scientific study. I invested my life to this project. Fucking biologist mucked me all the time ! mucked about the easiness of my studies and also claimed that I sold my soul to the devil. Yes, maybe I am.

In that day, I left and started to walk to the hospital while Karlijn were showing the picture to Max, Fede and Dinçer. I went through the underground tunnels of the hospital. I stopped front of a door and slide my card to the key and press my finger on it. The door opened to an huge laboratory. Everybody looked and salute me respectfuly.  I walked through and stand in front of a capsul which the first clonned Max in it.

Clonned Max opened his eyes and scream " Attackkkiiiinngggggggg !!!

only the sound of bubbles were heard...

                                                     

                                                                           Istanbul, 2015

SILENCE: a thriller story

In that day, the most horrible thing had happened to me. I was in the same room with not so close friend. We had met several time through friend of mine but we haven’t spoken anything except where were are from what we study and shit. I don’t remember any of it. I don’t even remember his name. Of course I can not ask again after encountering many times. Now, his name was “ man “ or “dude” or “guy”. He hasn’t got a name anymore.

I was in my friend’s kitchen with that nameless bastard and there was no escape from it. I opened up the subject:

-          - Hej man ! how is going ?

-          - Wow K. ! I am fine. How are you ?

Everything was going in a shit way. I had lost my credit card. I did got no cash and no food in my fridge. Beside, I had not no residence permit and my rent haven’t been paid yet. When I returned from laboratory, I realized that the landlord was in my home because he always locked my door after he left. Such a nice guy. And I was together with that fucking guy in the same room. I replied the guy like every other people:

-          - I am fine too. 

I felt like in primary school learning English for the first time.  He asked:

-          - What are you doing here ?

-          - I am waiting for F. He said he will come any minute.

I used past tense. I was improving my English. I asked this time:

-          - Why  are you here man ?

-          - I wait for him as well. He said to me the same.

Silence. I knew this silence would arrive. After a while the guy took out his smart phone, and started to write something.  I didn’t have any. My phone got only calculator and snake game. The silence was growing. I looked at his cell phone tried to read what he was writing. I always do this in the bus in the parties. I accepted many years ago the fact that I am a pychopath. Thanks God ! he was writing something in Italian.  I asked with my fucked up Turkish accent:

-          - Che cazzo stai scrivendo ? “ what the fuck are you writing?”

-          - Wow man ! you speak Italian !

He replied me in fucking English and took away all my entusiasm to speak in Italian. But F. wasn’t around. I could not stand the tension of silence between to people. I needed to fire the conversation:

-          - I learned it in Genova from Sicilian people. There wasn’t any fucking people around who speaks English.   

-          - Haha we Italians don’t speak English much.

-          - Which city are you from ?

-          - Bla.bla.

-          - I never fucking heard of it.

-          - It is up north. Really small city. But I studied in Torino. You should visit Torino. It is very beautiful city.

-          - Yes. I really want to visit someday.

That’s it. Silence again. It was spreading all over the kitchen. I heard water drops dripping. That made the silence even more unbearable. I expected the guy to continue the subject.Before  I always tried to fire the conversation. For a while we watched the kitchen. I looked at water tab. It was still leaking. He returned his smart phone. I looked at its screen. He was just scrolling down the facebook page. He was bored, I was bored and water was still dripping. Why fucking F. hadn’t arrive yet ? I should escape from this chinese turture. I took a cigarette from my pocket and went outside. But I knew he was in agony as well. He followed me with cigarette package in his hand.

I lighted his cigarette. We weren’t talking again. The turture leaked outside as well. Many subject to speak came up to my mind. But I was waiting the guy to speak. Motherfucker had to open up a subject. I became angry. F. still wasn’t around. He finally spoke:

-          - The weather is getting cold.

He opened up the most fucked up conversation. Yes. It was November. Of course It would get cold.  

-          - Yeah. It is cold man. It will be colder. I warn you.

-          - I guess so.

Silence outside. The turture continued. Additionaly it was fucking cold. I wanted to return to kitchen but I didn’t want to waste my cigarette. The silence.

Right away, I checked the fucking water tab. I couldn’t able to close. The guy came and said he tried before but couldn’t manage to close. We sit in the couch. He started to check his facebook again. I took out my phone again. I tried to call F. but I realized I didn’t have any credit like always. I asked the guy to call F. He said he couldn’t reach him. Everything was going wrong. He looked at me. I looked at him as well. I thought he was going to say something. I waited. He didn’t start to speak. We ,two man,were like two lovers looking into eachother’s eyes. I was afraid a kiss would break the silence ! I realized that why I didn’t have a girlfriend so much. I never stopped talking and let the silence turn into romance. The silence was growing. I opened  my cell phone and started to play snake game. I always hated that game. Water was dripping.  We had to talk otherwise I was going crazy. There was three subject two man always could speak. I did got no clue about cars and I couldn’t speak about blonde swedish girls with this guy. I don’t even like blonde beside I didn’t want to look like a pervert guy. The last one left. Even though I hate to speak on this subject with strangers, I did got no choice: I asked him. Since I didn’t speak for a while, my voice sounded like fart:

-          - Which team do you support man ?

-          - What ?

-          - Which football team do you support in Italy ?

-          - Ha, I never followed football much but I have a sympathy on Juventus.

Fuck ! The guy wasn’t a fun of football. Now, How the fuck could I talk about Zidane, Del piero, Nedved or even Platini !? I felt like I abased myself. I became angry. Angry against this fucking guy. Angry against F. Angry against this fucking water tab ! Angry against this fucking silence ! I had enough this bullshit ! I jumped on this fucking guy and cought from his coller, shaked him:

-          - Why the fuck you don’t speak ?!! why ?!!

-          - What ?!

-          - Why you don’t open a damn subject !!?? don’t you disturb from this fucking silence !

-          - You are crazy !!! you didn’t even stop talking all the time !

-          - You are lying son of a bitch !!! That’s enough I am gonna kick your motherfucking ass !!!

-          - No ! wait ! I... I am... I am your imagination !!!!

I punched the guy in the face, my hand hurt. My head was pulsating. I was about to cry:

-          - What the fuck are you talking about ?!

The guy was trying to cover his face:

-          - You ....! you are always doing this ! when you are alone and get bored, you start to create a conversation with one of your friend about your thoughts, your theories about life or with a girl that you never opened up your feelings. You create some kind of fake reality for yourself ! Of course we don’t speak much. How  can you  know another person’s thoughts ! You even speak with yourself you crazy fuck !!!   

-          - At least, I know those people, they answer me, ask me some interesting questions !

-          - No ! they are the question, you ask yourself all the time. You somehow get relieved..  A brain masturbation !!

-          - Why the hell do I speak with you then ?! I don’t even know you ! it is fucking turture !!

-          - I don’t know ! how the fuck can I know that !!!?  F. didn't even call you. There is no meeting !!    

He started to cry. I left the kitcken and had a smoke outside. Then I returned to my room. F. was there. I talked with him about my new story, he gave me some good perspective. Later I slept after reading a book in my bed . I saw really wierd dream. I didn’t remember in the morning.

                                                                                  

                                                              

                                                              Istanbul, March 2015