Rimanoa

Navigating the metropolis

August 20, 21:23

"We've made it, Joe," — came from somewhere in front, and suddenly the stench began to subside, the flow of the river and the breaking of its waves near the shore could be heard.

I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and I was probably even happier than I had been when I was pulled out of Interpol's clutches. My legs, without a command from my brain, sped up the frequency of movement so that my body was now running. Eleven seconds later, the sewer ended.

The collective farmer stood by the shore and, stretching his arms, repeated, "Air… Air…"

"Yeah, air, for fuck's sake. — 'twisted' my bass at the conductor. — Tell me, when you were thinking about your fucking plan, did you even think a little bit?"

"Why?"

"No, it's nothing, it's just that I almost died out there, and dying in pieces of shit was never my dream."

"Well, who knew…"

"If I had a gun in my hand, I'd shoot you to hell for plans like that." "Good thing you don't have one…"

"Very well… Well, anyway, anyway, thank you for everything… — I held out my hand to Farmer, he shook it with great surprise. — Now, you know what? Get back to your working world, and don't let me see you again!"

"But can we catch our breath?"

"You can't. Get in quickly, or I have to swim." "But I'm not bothering you…"

"You're in the way. Get in the pipe quick said!"

"Well, okay…" — Paul sighed and strode towards the pipe, I didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for him. He came to the start, took a deep breath and burst into the slop, while I watched the figure of the unconventional worker disappear into the utilities for good, and climbed into the water.