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Gabriel KÖI
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Dream in Another World. (25/06/2018) Dismantling the computer and waiting for the bus. I feel like I’ve lost a suitcase. I ask the woman at the newsstand if I can leave some things there. She says no and tells me to go fuck myself. I call my dad. I didn’t want to bother him, but he shows up in good spirits and takes us home. Car: Inside the car, I leave all the suitcases. There's a new dog with us, a beagle. On the way back, we drive through an avenue. On this avenue, some boys are trying to rob cars. We keep going, and those boys climb onto the car. They want to steal my suitcases. My dad speeds up and drives in a zigzag, telling me to move to the back seat. I kick and bite the boys to make them leave. The beagle helps a lot too. We manage to get away.
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Gabriel KÖI
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As the sun starts to rise, we arrive home. A very green residential neighborhood, seemingly far from the city center. A positivist neighborhood. We go inside, and I head to my room. The dog was very tired, so I go get water for him. Since it’s dark, I bump my foot and make some noise. My aunt wakes up, and I greet her with some futuristic affectionate salutation. I do the same when I see my grandmother. My dad makes a noise while looking at himself in the mirror with a peculiar new pair of glasses. My aunt asks me if he’s awake. I say yes, and she asks if he can pay a bill this month. I go to my dad and ask: “Don’t you want me to pay it?” He ignores me and keeps making his movements in front of the mirror.
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Gabriel KÖI
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I sleep. Time feels like it passes more than a day. The house workers have already left, my grandmother is smoking a futuristic cigarette and taking care of her advanced life plants. My dad is sleeping after a long night of experimentation and creation. I rush to get in line for the street breakfast. With each step closer, the smell gets better — it’s stew. The line is huge, and I don’t have patience for these situations. Luckily and surprisingly, I find some familiar faces in line, people I always thought were making fun of me, but after getting my stew and everything working out, I realize it was always just my own neurosis — like pretty much everything else. While I’m in line, some wealthy acquaintances arrive and say with a tone of humiliation: “I heard you’re short on cash.” I reply: “I’m accepting anything.” They say: “Stop by the office sometime.”
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