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Chapter 4
Aryan City delights
Although Aryan are not fond of tourists, at night there is paid entry to all museums, art galleries and tourist spots. It is after dark that you see all of the beauty of the towering city. You can marvel at the tallest of buildings, glued to the city's skyline, wander round the worlds first concentration camp, gas chamber and many more. There is even a great chocolate shop on the bridge across Baltic sea. New Aryan city is a never ending expanse of flashing lights and straight motorways.
It is advised that you leave New Aryan city before morning, as the guards can be unfriendly towards foreigners.
The ursine urban travel guide
“We return today to the twenty day stand, the pre-longed riot of racism. I am standing over five hundred ursine citizens, all of which have been camped out for over a week, and have planned to stay here for another twelve days. Some members of this crowd are considered dangerous, especially towards the Aryan community.”
I rolled my eyes at Matt, who was glued to the screen, inching my hand closer to the remote. I flicked the channel back to the melodic hum of racing cars.
“I was watching that.” He attempted, forcefully to steal back the remote.
“Since when were you into the news?” I held the battered remote away from his outstretched arms.
“It's patriotism and all that, you know, standing up for what you believe in. They are fighting against Aryan power and maybe one day I'll join them in that.” My eyebrows furrowed in response. Since when did he know what patriotism meant? Or had any views on world politics?
“So, you would fight against the Aryans? Known as the best fighters this world has ever seen. You would fight and die if your country went to war?” I let it sink in, he would surely change his mind.
“At least I wouldn't join and fight for the other side. You never know, you might be the Aryan that kills me.” He was dancing too close to a very bad subject choice, does he need another punch?
I waited, allowing the whiz of the cars to once again absorb him. My mind was however less easily influenced, the subject I had been avoiding, was again forced to the front of my mind. I needed to leave the house, no more breakdowns. “Bye” I left my flat, abandoning him in his hypnotized state beside the TV screen.
I knew where I was going, for once decisive. I strode quickly through the blinding sunlight, grass brushing my heels. I let myself move so quickly forward, each bump on the field familiar under foot. My eyes adjust to the sunlight that shone unblocked, illuminating every blade of grass.
In front of me stood a low, overhanging oak, the only shape in the otherwise empty field. My eyes traced its stooping branches, its thick, solid trunk; while approaching it's gnarled bark. The area had changed a lot since the last time I had seen it. The great old oak, had once stood proud in a flood of flowers, but winter had been cruel and stolen every last speck of colour from it's vast fields.
She ran towards me, summer daffodils brushing her heels. I watched her hair ruffle behind her, lifted by the cool breeze. She flung her arms around my neck, jumping closer to me, in a dance like movement. My hands tightened on her waist, as I led her into the trees hollowed base. My fingers trailed slowly down her side, relishing every touch of her soft, pale skin. My face met hers in a soft kiss, every minute feeling like a mere, blissful second.
I now curled against that same curved tree, same field, but robbed of flowers, everything darker - black and white without her.
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