It past many years since I have stopped to count my work experience in heaven. I can't even remember why I became an Angel. I did something extremly good and ... Hm, I guess it's something like that. Anyway, this story shouldn't be about me, it should be about him. However, some facts are inevitable to mention. I have never learned to enjoy in my work, no matter how important that work was. 

That's how it is this time. I thought just another indispensable boring intervention which is nothing else but a slaping shortsighted solve, which are from the beggining flying in front of their nose. So after that I have read some pieces of information about his life somehow everything changed. Something was telling me to take over that case. Something was telling me it had to be me. I had other obligations up there, in the Heaven, but he, my case, gave no peace. For nights I didn't sleep, trying to resolve my opsession. 

I was getting more and more closer, wanted to get more further... But I couldn't teoritate to neverending end. The old director became impatience and ordered me to do the inevitable and take off the Unsophisticated nr.57004 (that's how Tim called my case) of the already full list of "The one who Got Lost" sometimes we do things we have to do, but that's not so awful if we believe in things we are doing. And me, I don't know if I have ever believed enough. 

And that was "eating" me just like a flot of piranhas. The world of my conscious I haven't constructed on the solid ground and that's why they, the one I have been working with, called me "The confused Angel". They haven't accepted me as one of the selected ones. But, what could they possibly do against me, the favourite angel of "That One Who can Do Anything" I'm still trying to realize why he gives me such freedom, forgives the unforgiven, permits me to follow the intuition of hazarder which I smuggled to Heaven, when I showed my human beings defectand worthness, my weekness and braveness.

***

And here am I again. On a mission. Now I know what I was missing. I layed an ambush in a swan, unlighted street. Trough this street every night his shadow is walking. I have been watching him for ten days already and he seems to be here very weak. His brain is at this time very active, which means that his conscous will do the halfth of my work.

Here he comes, ....

This streached shadow is him. I hear him thinking, thinking about coming to his wretched room as soon as possible, rented, just his world, where he receives the untruthful peace...
You came back again from a half way, just because you felt the unreadyness of your being. He got afraid by seing my shadow in the corner of the demolished house. All around me was a shiny light, which meant that "the Director" was watching. Both of us?
- We know eachoter, don't we?
- Nno - he said without taking a breath. I enjoyed to listen the wild beats of his frightened heart. I miss that sound of beating. The street was now shining, and the silence left her territory.
Just he and me were watching each other, ready to combine the Pate.
We have talked before, haven't we?
Where? When? Who are you?
By night, when the body sleeps, souls are going for conversations. You self know how "ungood" you are. Her face is no excuse..
Maybe I exaggerated when I looked him so critical, but when I feel fear around myself, adrenoline gets me... and I get filled with enthusiasm. I know, I know, I'm here to help, but they are here to be not stupid. But, it's better I tell him all this.
-She is just your...
-Enough!!! I told you not to mention her he shouted in my direction.
-When ? if I remember well, few moments ago you gave a statement about not remembering me ..What you will. Your stuff. You are on a good way to end up awful.
Then I saw his eyes. Realy, have we met before? I remember this kind of conversation, but not the person. And that his "Her" without end keeps rotating in my head ... within me ... around me ... And this light which is surrounding me is becoming unberable. Uhh, I must keep talking to him ... must ...
When our meeting becomes an end there still will be two beginnings. It's on you to chose. 

All this is temptation which God prepared to be sure who is going where.
While I was telling this I felt strange, if I were listening, if someone else was telling this to me. They set me up a dirty game. Again Jelouse corrupt persons.
- God? - the Jerk said through his theeth - is it really true He can do anything?
- Don't dare to ask - I shouted, not wanting to reply on that and I expected him to continue our conversation.
- You tell all this is a temptation He prepared. It reminds me on a fucking video game.. for insame!

While the light was shining, now just a little bit, I realized that he is telling about things I shouldn't even think. But I have Think He is Me. Me is We.
We..
We are the video game. Sad. Cruel and Cruel.
Cruel. I feel confused, unconscious and words are dancing around Me. I'm loosing myself and I'm loosing Him. Cruel. I have to finish the assigment. He... Me. - I have to go back because I don't want any more..
D A R K N E S S..pain is he, he is me, Me is we, we are pain... pain...

***

How long am I walking? I have never been here, but I know where I'm going. I instantly feel that way. This is the Bloo Cafe. Where do I know for Bloo Cafe from? It doesn't matter anymore. That table in dark is waiting for me. And two of them.
But ... that's my Jerk. I'm in front of him, but he doesn't see me. I'm sitting down on the chear he was sitting on, but we don't mind it. It didn't disturb us. Not me, not him. I feel so good in his body. I feel so good while I'm watching him, watching, although I know that my Director is watching us carefully.
I feel soo good.

 MEHMED BEGIĆ (Translator MARSELA ROGA)  25/11/1999