Exposed E-Book

Yossef Ohana

• Herausgeber: M B M Yossef Ohana Music Books Movies
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 1090

Beschreibung

About the book Exposed, Written by Anat Cherpak: An emotional journey of an autobiographical young man named Yossef Ohana. Actor and creator Yossef Ohana, who has just released his debut album. Worldwide Success, is launching a new digital book explaining a complex and exciting emotional journey that travels between the religious world and the secular culture, between the mainstream and the closet, the search for roots and the path to self-realization of all dreams. The new gospel in the world of self-development is the new digital book by former creator and journalist Yossef Ohana which exposes and takes us on a complex emotional journey ranging from the spiritual worlds to the routine, between the bad and the good, the transition between studying at the Chabad meeting. To the Sheinkin culture (his place of residence), and the way to find answers in the universe calling to us. The new book is a 5-year work and is written as a series of stories, monologues and, finally, breathtaking confessions that encourage us to follow our dreams, dare, fulfill and connect with the inner self. Yossef Ohana is only 41 years old, but has gained a lot of mileage as an entertainment journalist as a songwriting artist and now as a writer. He was born in Ashdod and studied at a religious school from age 6 to high school in his new book based on real stories he tells about leaving the closet at age 35 about the time in London where he studied acting about the years he worked as a cultural and broadcast correspondent on radio and western, copywriting in advertising offices and of course the work of a pop album with 8 autobiographical songs written and most of them compiled by him who have had unprecedented success in music digital stores with tens of thousands of plays in Europe, India, Japan, USA, North Korea and more. The album called Exposed, just as the book, was launched in English and deals with the inner struggle between lies, sins and the desire to find love and truth within the world of religion. Among the songs that star you will find Lies and Sins opening song and Sins closing song. Today at the age of 40 plus Yossef is approaching religion again, in order to get closer to his roots, to follow his beliefs. Today Yossef works in the Tel Aviv municipality in the special education department, continues to write and compose songs and dreams of financial independence and full time as a theatre actor. In the book Exposed and an album distributed around the world, Yossef invites the reader / listener to embark on an autobiography journey that tells his childhood story, the storms of emotion and the complex search for the connection to self, truth, honesty and relationship. It's a kind of search and self-discovery roadmap that makes the reader better understand themselves and examine life in a new perspective. Yossef's recent major change is attributed to a dangerous car accident that miraculously survived. Yossef: I was 20 and walking around Allenby street, Tel Aviv, on the way to a friend. Suddenly I noticed a bus that stopped and without thinking I jumped in front of him to get on it. It was completely dark and in a second I noticed a flash of car lights and woke up in the middle of the road with only a broken nail. Since that event, I have embarked on a quest for answers and meaning, and this is also the inspiration for the first chapter of the book, Yossef Ohana recalls. Focusing only on his art returned to his parents' home for a good few years.

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Contents 

1. About the book Exposed

2. Exposed

 

1. About the book Exposed

About the book Exposed, Written by Anat Cherpak: An emotional journey of an autobiographical young man named Yossef Ohana. Actor and creator Yossef Ohana, who has just released his debut album. Worldwide Success, is launching a new digital book explaining a complex and exciting emotional journey that travels between the religious world and the secular culture, between the mainstream and the closet, the search for roots and the path to self-realization of all dreams. The new gospel in the world of self-development is the new digital book by former creator and journalist Yossef Ohana which exposes and takes us on a complex emotional journey ranging from the spiritual worlds to the routine, between the bad and the good, the transition between studying at the Chabad meeting. To the Sheinkin culture (his place of residence), and the way to find answers in the universe calling to us. The new book is a 5-year work and is written as a series of stories, monologues and, finally, breathtaking confessions that encourage us to follow our dreams, dare, fulfill and connect with the inner self. Yossef Ohana is only 41 years old, but has gained a lot of mileage as an entertainment journalist as a songwriting artist and now as a writer. He was born in Ashdod and studied at a religious school from age 6 to high school in his new book based on real stories he tells about leaving the closet at age 35 about the time in London where he studied acting about the years he worked as a cultural and broadcast correspondent on radio and western, copywriting in advertising offices and of course the work of a pop album with 8 autobiographical songs written and most of them compiled by him who have had unprecedented success in iTunes and Spotify with tens of thousands of plays in Europe, India, Japan, USA, North Korea and more. The album called EXPOSED, just as the book, was launched in English and deals with the inner struggle between lies, sins and the desire to find love and truth within the world of religion. Among the songs that star you will find "Lies and Sins" opening song and "Sins" closing song. Today at the age of 40 plus Yossef is approaching religion again, in order to get closer to his roots, to follow his beliefs. Today Yossef works in the Tel Aviv municipality in the special education department, continues to write and compose songs and dreams of financial independence and full time as a theatre actor. In the book EXPOSED and an album distributed around the world, Yossef invites the reader / listener to embark on an autobiography journey that tells his childhood story, the storms of emotion and the complex search for the connection to self, truth, honesty and relationship. It's a kind of search and self-discovery roadmap that makes the reader better understand themselves and examine life in a new perspective. Yossef's recent major change is attributed to a dangerous car accident that miraculously survived. "I was 20 and walking around Allenby street, Tel Aviv, on the way to a friend. Suddenly I noticed a bus that stopped and without thinking I jumped in front of him to get on it. It was completely dark and in a second I noticed a flash of car lights and woke up in the middle of the road with only a broken nail. Since that event, I have embarked on a quest for answers and meaning, and this is also the inspiration for the first chapter of the book,” Yossef Ohana recalls. Focusing only on his art returned to his parents' home for a good few years.

2. Exposed

A young man came to the river in the vicinity of his residence to stand on the middle of the bridge outside him. He believed that if he persisted in this every day, luck would come to him and he would notice a new star.He used to sit and watch the reflection of the stars in the clean water as his feet came out of the bridge surface and jerked across the river.Years later, when his fiftieth birthday came, his family and friends made him a special party in which he offered to spend his next few nights at home.He heard their advice and thus found himself giving up the pleasure of sitting on the bridge over the river, as he had hitherto. "After all, what will show up now?" He thought to himself, "That has not appeared for fifty years.I have matured and my life is no longer like yesterday. ’ One night, due to the curiosity that had violated his rest for some time, he decided to visit the river only to feel the pure atmosphere that prevailed in the area during those days when he waited with anticipation for luck which might one day enlighten him with the reflection of the water.Suddenly, in the distance, he noticed a little boy sitting just as he used to sit in his youth. The man was afraid to approach him, lest he violate the young man's composure.However, after a few more steps, he discovered that the boy was not looking at the star reflection in the river. Not even toward the sky that got a special colour that night. My boy's eyes were closed. Beside it was a thick notebook. The man decided to wait and watch the boy's actions until the latter finished his work.The boy got up and moved toward the man."Hello," the boy smiled at him. He was very surprised to find that the boy's gaze looked just as glowing as it was back then, in those days."I noticed you were sitting over the river," the man turned to him, "and not looking at the water.“ "Indeed," the boy nodded."So why are you coming here?" The man was interested."For years my parents have been telling me about a man who comes here every night," said the boy, "and seeks his luck. Many believe in the river's ability to reveal to you the immense power inherent in you by watching the reflection of the stars on the water and waiting for a new star to be born.“ "You haven't answered my question yet," the man insisted."Of course," the boy replied, smiling. "When they told me that one day the man stopped appearing on the bridge, I decided to sit down exactly as he used to and hold on to my faith. But from the moment I closed my eyes I saw a huge, spectacular star.“ The man smiled, moved closer to the river and closed his eyes. A big new star is revealed to him, spectacular in its beauty, one that he never imagined would be there, inside.He thought he saw everything already. Until that morning when everything wasn't so predictable. The edges of a beam of light penetrated through his room shutters and washed away what he could see through his eyelids. Oish, he recalls in despair, again forgot to close the window blinds before falling asleep and now he had to deal with all the rays the sun had offered him in the morning lust.This time it would appear that he would have to get up and wake up at 7:00. He was never able to fall back asleep after waking up. The previous evening he felt tired, fell on the bed, and barely remembered his name. ... Routine organising brought him to the bathroom mirror.A quick look at his unshaven face, a few smiles, water, soap, water again, only then - felt mentally ready to go through the first day of the week.All the rest of the people would come to work tired, and they would always slander anyone who had created this day, lacking in originality and interest. Only he smiled at everyone.

They were already familiar with his broad smile, but during the day he received various and different comments from the other employees in the building."What, you got muscle in the cheeks?" Joked and told him one who happened to be there by accident.The guy didn't respond.With some success, some tried to extract the internal forces with which he came to work in the morning.A white T-shirt walked down the halls and went straight into his office.He sat down on the large executive chair he bought a week ago, sharpened the pencil and turned on the computer. His style of clothing was very much torn from the prestigious and organised landscape of the office. His lifestyle also did not match the nature of his work.While the work was well organised, no one seemed happy to visit his one-room apartment, the last to see her floor was the owner who rented it out about six months ago.In the office, the swivel chair made a small squeak. He liked to play with him and keep track of the less important noises."Who can call me so early," he wondered as a telephone ring violated the silence of his small deeds.

He wasn't used to being in the office during those hours. He picked up the phone.

Even before he could put the earpiece on his right ear, he heard an elderly lady moaning and complaining about the previous episode."How do you and your friends allow yourself to write such a thing?" The elderly scream. "What an insanity! Shame you are getting to work !!“ "Young people like you should send to the mental health department," she added."Mental Health Department?" Ask himself while the old woman still resents herself through the phone into the office space. "It seems to me that this is a nice place," the thought arose, remembering that he had not taken a vacation."Tell me a minute," she interrupted with interest, "do you know a place like this that is really good?" Laughed, "Maybe we'll send some map out there," he said as his tone took on seriousness.For her part, she cut off the line without adding. The mood was no longer routine. The old woman's reaction led to a succession of feelings. Something in her voice was dim.Strange, he told himself, was indeed a strange woman. Hangs up without leaving details. A professional complainer is probably not. Well, she'll learn more ... Probably this is her first time, he thought, intending to return to his business. But even before he could do anything, there was another ringing."I just wanted to ... add," a sly voice on the line, a little familiar, "that I can help a lot," a tone of sudden kindness was heard in the old woman's voice calling again."Mmm ... what is it that helps?" His voice was a little tentative. "Give me a chance and I'll make you popular at a level you didn't know. How old are you, young man?" a question. "Um ... today I'm just twenty," he muttered, not knowing where the answer would be. "Let's meet," the old woman suggested, raising a huge puzzlement on his face."Wait," he recalls cynically, "and what about the mental illness department? Give me at least an address.“ "Leave you all the nonsense that we rattled, come to me and talk.“ Strange, he told himself again, indeed a strange woman. But there was something he caught on the inside. It intrigued him, as always, with this mysterious tone, which characterised the conversation with the strange old woman this time.Usually, he would take small risks in these kinds of situations, even just to understand what it was about. This time he seemed confident. Even so, most of the time he saw everything on his good side and learned from everything he went through. "And ... what kind of meeting would that be?" Tried to be interested. She immediately changed her tone. "Relax there!" Threatened. "I just want to help. I can also be your grandmother if you are very interested ..." Again her mood change was something that attracted him. Connecting a sorcerer straight into his inner rhythm. "What is your name...?" Tried to flow with the call, but the next thing he heard was a line sound, one that you hear after disconnecting.Long seconds left, holding the receiver, trying to figure out the course of his healthy logic while restoring sentence after sentence.Brilliant memory and analysis ability were among its features. He always tried to understand situations and analyse seemingly unimportant little moments, like the conversation he had just had, or idle thoughts that bothered him in the middle of the day. He was also an expert in situation analysis without having a formal degree.He often saw himself as a personal psychologist of those around him. Friends heard the advice he gave them and did not spare him their most personal stories. The conversation with the old woman continued to keep him busy for lunch as well, and the questions did not stop him thinking. After all, he was supposed to stay away from meeting someone he didn't even know. Not her. 'What did she think of when she hung up? And if she so wanted to meet why did she end the conversation like that? Ask himself such and other questions as his gaze sunk into the computer screen as he tried to concentrate on what started again this morning, but in vain. On the screen, signs and letters began to run in an unfamiliar language until the complete collapse of the entire system in the building.‘ Everything is good' smiled and reassured himself, positive thinking was something he liked very much to reflect on. It was quickly concluded that this is probably another of the system's usual voltage drops. It usually stems from the excess work in the area."A little walk down the hall can be helpful," he thought. He organised his belongings, stared at his face, and quietly slid himself down the corridor so that nothing would distract him from understanding the meaning of the old woman's call.As he walked through the seventh-floor office room where he worked, a girl, one of the busiest on the floor, stopped him on her way to the elevator. Very fine, it should be noted. She always made sure to have a very clear equation about her dress: she paid more for less cloth and more looks.

Every morning she decided to highlight another part of her shapely body and expose it to the world air - she argued, but it was clear to everyone that the men of the building were. They were interested. Usually men are the ones who stop her endlessly. But this time she initiated a conversation with him. "You have a message with me in the office," she casually addressed him in a tone of typical condescension. "Someone called and left an address, she said you would already know what to do. She wasn't really clear to me, because she hung up after she finished dictating her address to me without even saying 'bye.'

"Oh well, the old women of the day," she added, "they no longer have the patience they once were. I will never be old," she slid her right palm over her buttocks and continued to claw her heels in the floor, shaking her back and disappearing into the elevator. He got up in the morning, all excited for meeting the unknown woman. Put the note with the address in his pocket and set off.

At dawn he arrived at the station, where public vehicles gathered the passengers in various directions in the city. His nature of rushing without any cause, brought him into line with the other pedestrians. Everyone is in a hurry. He knew that everyone was chasing everything to go without knowing where, to get plenty without knowing what.

"There are lots of things that are still missing from us," he thought. "We don't notice them every day, and not because we don't want to, but because other questions concern us."

He, too, missed a lot of the tremendous way he sees himself every day, the one who can reveal to him the hidden world here, under his nose. He still did not know that a man was in a hurry to do everything, I was less afraid of what the world offered him. The bus driver stopped him not far from where he was standing. Everything happened so fast. He probably won't meet the old woman anymore.

Even today, when telling the story to many people from all over the world, some say he thanks her, to an old man he may never know.

Inside him, he felt a strong sense that this was the way. Put one foot on the road and another before he could pass the other to the big car door, turning his head to the left.

A pair of brightly lit flashlights approached him quickly. It turned out that the distance the large public car stopped could allow a whole lane of cars to continue traveling.

His immediate reaction surprised him, too. He turned his body and turned his back to the bright lights. The white car hit him and knocked him a few feet from the travel lane.

The driver of the white car braked in panic, but could barely make out a guy who disappeared from his field of vision. The wheels creaked and made their voices all over the street. People gathered around trying to locate the guy, but in vain. He found himself lying on the ground in a place he didn't even know.

His body was the only one in sight. He tried to lift his head, but a feeling of exhaustion enveloped him. Something about him told him to get up slowly, without waiting for help. "You'll be fine," an old lady told another woman's child and disappeared from the scene. Others just congregated. Look at the guy who suddenly appeared and tried to get up.

"Are you okay?" A little girl was interested.

He didn't even look at her. Leaning on his palms he helped himself to sit in an eastern sitting, one leg after another, moving them gently.

The sleeve of his right pants had already lost its normal color and was filled with dirt. He swung his hands together, slowly shaking off the dirt caught in his clothes and rising naturally.

The passing of the traffic stop where the white vehicle struck him began to loosen gradually. Young people, adults and car drivers have already lost interest and have ceased their search for the disappeared guy. Slightly exhausted, he slowly realized what had just happened to him. Only after a few moments did the incident return to him in a flash of thought.

Already forgetting about the crowds around him, he clearly wrote the number of the vehicle as he remembered it and went to a more secure place, alongside the public telephone booths.

"Sorry, where is House No. 7? I need to ..." a woman turned to a passerby and before she could explain what she was asking for, without confusing the guy signaled her with complete confidence in his exact location of the home she was looking for. "Thank you," the woman responded, "thank you very much," she smiled at him. He held his head in his sooty hands, not thinking how he'd helped someone she didn't even address, on the street he didn't know at all, stroked himself in a self-soothing motion and sat down on the ground again. He leaned his back on one of the telephone booths.

Suddenly, with exhaustion, he gradually acquired a real feeling he did not know. The feeling became clearer until she grew stronger and left him again.

It was still in the phase of relaxing. The same feeling made him see how everything around became more interesting. The sharpness was different. The sequence of events did not interest him as much as he wanted to know how the trees looked to him suddenly more alive than usual. He was used to looking at the details of nature, and at that moment the leaves, twigs and stem rough seemed to live more than usual and had a special accuracy. The way she looked at him before, the woman made him understand what she wanted even before she said anything.

A dog who crossed the sidewalk with his owner, got his own life and moved in an interesting way. The dog's face seemed to take on a deep character and express its feeling until it looked a bit human.

Slowly and in control he got up, reached for the earpiece of the public telephone he was leaning on, and tapped 100 with his other hand, which was left unoccupied.

"Which street are you on?" The police official asked him and he heard heavy clapping on a computer keyboard.

She listened to the story of the incident, but new questions arose.

"And why aren't you where the injury was?"

He could not reply. He did, but none of those around him at that moment of injury knew where he had gone and why he woke up somewhere else after 15 minutes.

Not a clue either. The silence on the line was broken by the police official. "Do you want to add anything other than the one that hit you in a normal white car when you intended to get on the bus?" The guy was silent.

"All in all, you say everything is good with you," she said. "Yes, but a little exhausted," he added when she didn't seem to really cooperate and sympathize with his feelings.

She was already used to typing cases like this. "What did you want to feel after an accident?" She thought to herself, 'Life is not a cartoon. He'll rest a bit and everything will work out, 'she assumed.

"Wait there," she told him, "soon a car will arrive and pick you up at the police station."

"police?" For what, he wondered.

"We opened a case earlier. I was just told that investigators were still there, where the car hit you. They collect evidence from people around. Your case is a little ..." . They ended the call.

A police van did not arrive. Instead, he picked up an ambulance patrol car, which apparently the officer had ordered. In any case, he didn't feel like being bothered by police questions at the moment.

At the hospital, where he was examined, he was informed that he would receive the test results within a few moments.

"You're very lucky," he paced toward the Chief Doctor, noting, "You look like a guy." He added, "It's time to relax a little," he smiled at him, as if realizing that something was going to change his life.

Although of course the Doctor knew nothing about what was to come. Outside the hospital building, it seemed to be a part of his past.

He took easy steps and moved on to a quieter environment. He was not to be harassed, the doctor recommended. After a few steps, he sat down on a bench near a tree in a flower-filled garden.

From the moment he laid himself on the bench, it occurred to him to ponder for no particular reason. "I haven't done that in a long time," he said to himself, thinking that it wasn't long before he took it. He now realized how expensive life is and nobody knows. At least it seems that no one is aware of it. "People hold their belongings close to their bodies and keep them more than they care about themselves," he mused. More thoughts arose in his mind and without feeling sat there

How many hours. As soon as he intended to move back to the apartment where he lived, a man looked up at him and asked, "Are you interested in singing?"

Then suddenly in mid-life a poet approached him trying to sell his poems to passersby. He stepped in the opposite direction to signal the poet disinterest. but...

"You should use it," the poet again addressed him, "or at least pass it on to another person - who loves," the man added.

"Book of Poetry?" He wondered to himself. This is not something he was used to reading, although he was somehow interested in the subject.

He bought a booklet in one currency and passed the pages on it. The booklet was small and the man was no longer around.

"The computer," printed on the front page, "is an illusion. It creates what we invented."

The remaining pages were blank and the middle page was written in simple pencil:

"The power exists in everyone, if you just know, understand and use it - because yours is more than anyone else, you are no different from the rest of humans."

He knew there was a connection between what he had experienced and words he had just read. His gaze continued to scan the letters and he felt a deep identification with the manuscript. He felt as if the song was written specifically for him. The water in the shower was warm and touched his body, cleaning the soot and other dirt following recent events. He wondered what would have happened if he had met that lady, held his body and cared for himself.

The way you treat yourself, he thought, determines how others value you. Even without being aware of it, you are conveying to others how to act towards you.

The thoughts ran in his head without having any control over them until he came to some conclusions.

One of them was that our environment is actually the appearance of what we feel about ourselves.

Another thing, it's about how we do the little things. "Sometimes, it's more important than the way we do the big things," he realized, shutting down the stream of water that continued to flow for a few more moments after leaving the shower.

He no longer tried to look for what was different in his life, because he did not know anyone else's life and never tried to think about how someone else lived.

The towel was small to wrap around his body. Is there any water that shone his skin with revolutionary power that no one has yet discovered, he smiled and continued to move the objects in his messy room to which he went in with the towel covering what was needed.

He felt someone watching him, though he did not know where that feeling came from. But that's not what bothered him, interested him more than what he would do now, when he understood life differently. He glanced toward the window, the window that was always open. This time, too, he had the same picture, but now he understood it more.

People go in different directions, as if someone or something directs them to stop, look, read and understand. Signs, newspaper headlines. Everything to get a little idea of life, each one's own. Most of all, it was important for him to understand where the secret that brought him was, 15 minutes after the car hit him, somewhere else.

"Is it a miracle to be saved whole, or more frightening to know you were saved," he thought. "How to people like me, who in the middle of life do not ask for too much, everything is possible in the moment."

He received a gift, certainly, and tried to understand his ability to recognize his own power to be greater than he really was. Or rather - to believe in his personal ability and to know that he is greater than he thought. "To be ... or to be better?" Asked himself as he stood with a blue towel around his waist, coincidentally in a pose of a thinker. It was clear to him that one day someone would understand everything he was going through.

Fang was a curious kid. Well, not exactly a kid but still living with his biological mother on the planet "Skim," a star that is 2.5 million light-years from Earth, where the "sea" lived.

The animals on the planet Skim have no names, but numbers. That's why his crystal fish is called 0042. So are the objects. Fang had a very strange fact that the book he found had only one identification number: 7. He opened the book and tried to read, but the language was incomprehensible.

"It's Hebrew," the biological mother told him. "Where did you get this from?" Interested and told him a little about the book and the person who wrote it. "He is a very simple guy, but his book is also called 'the forbidden book’." Fang closed the book, grabbed the 3D cover and stared at it. It was strange for him to see a book with only one digit, 7, unnamed. 'The Forbidden Book?' He thought, 'What do you mean?' Interested and tried to understand the letters in the body of the book.

He sat down to the side and concentrated on the unintelligible letters. Suddenly the first letters of his native language changed. "He thought he saw everything already," he began to read, until the front page was fully understood and so were the other pages that followed.

"Fang! Get 0042 back in the water," he heard a terrifying scream. It was his mother who panicked because their crystal fish managed to slip away from the jar of liquid he was growing. Crystal fish in the planet are known to become the first thing they see when they are out of liquid, if not returned in a minute. "We don't need another organic metal chair in the estate!" She told him.

He was so focused on the book and read until the middle of the second part, so that by the time he paid attention to it 0042 had already changed its shape.

'too late. She'll have to find use for the extra chair she has now, "he thought, telling his mother," When can we go visit the guy and the animals on this ball named ... How did you say?

Land? ”He tried to distract her.

"As soon as they are ready," the mother replied that she had pledged to keep secret the fact that she had taken part in a routine meeting a long time ago. His mother served as chair of the communications committee in front of other stars. Even before he finished reading it, she demanded that he leave the book that had already caused one accident.

"Do you understand why I want you to finish browsing this book already?"

"I don't think it's because you can't put it out of your hand," Fang replied, thinking the incident with the crystal fish was just a random sequence of events. "Nothing like that," his mother said, reading his thoughts.

Fang packed the book and aimed it at him. He minimizes it so he can carry the book with him as he rides his green pony toward the open spaces above the estate where he used to come to be with himself. He left the estate and passed the tunnel leading to the metal garden.

This time he decided to choose a path that goes straight to the Negative River. There he would find a place to sit and continue reading without being bothered.

He was very intrigued by why his mother told him that human beings are so influenced by such a simple human story.

But he was more interested in knowing how the second part ends. "He went out to visit his best friend, who always knew to read his face and understood what was going on at just one glance, without a lot of words."

Fang continued to read the book "7" sitting next to the Negative River, the only river flowing in the opposite direction, upward and not down. It is very logical that this is the case, the effect is due to the opposite forest, very close to the river water. The forest where the laws of attraction did not apply.

His green pony, 0040, sat down and rested next to him. He was the newest model. He had three ears, and in the middle ear he heard that would happen 15 seconds later. That way he could let him know if anyone was approaching.

The guy boarded the first train to the village where his girlfriend lived. "I love you and very much want to see you again," he recalled in the letters he read from the e-mail she sent him about a week ago. The first few words told him everything. They came up

In it, he re-felt what he had felt for her in the past.

A lot has been going on since they last met. She was more than a soulmate to him who could talk to her about anything he wanted.

This time he hesitated to tell her. He wanted to seize this opportunity to stay away from what he clearly needed to take a few days, if not weeks, to overcome the case he had experienced or solve the mystery that had occurred to him. The number seven trailer was almost completely vacant. He was sitting out of the window looking at his reflection. The scenery was moving and past his town houses.

A few months before, his girlfriend had left the house where he lived, not far from him, and moved to a quiet cabin away from the busy town.

Now the horizon is split in two. From the back end of the train, the crowded town was overlooked with its undecided people who were busy with their actions and perpetual lack of time. Up front was the open space laden with experiences that could be smelled even from the plain air. He closed the window, replacing the outside air with the train's internal air conditioning.

Almost a year they hadn't met and she didn't know about the meeting that was going to happen soon.

The passengers' gaze on the train was turned in every direction, trying not to meet one another's gaze. Only a little girl's face wanted to get everyone's attention, and he smiled at her. He knew she knew. How everyone is cut off from everyone. Something's going on, he thought, looking at her. It is impossible to ignore the fact that humans have become so closed.

The girl reached out to him and he didn't respond. His station was close. From the window he noticed the path leading to the cabin.

... She opened the door to him after knocking seven times, amazed, unable to believe that he was the one standing in front of her door. She was amazed, and not because she hadn't seen him in a long time. She handed him the morning paper. He opened a page that marked and discovered a large, black mourner announcing his death the previous morning. His face turned pale.

"Something happened, I'm sure," was the first sentence she put out of her mouth when she brought him into her house. She didn't really know how to respond or what someone close to you met after reading in the paper that he was ... dead.

For his part, he did not know where to start. Now he's the one who doesn't understand what's going on. After all, yesterday morning he spoke to the police clerk a few moments after the accident. "With the police clerk a few moments after the accident" - Fang held the cover and he didn't understand what was going on. Time passed quickly and without notice he had already read the third part.

A noise that probably came 15 seconds from the future caused the 0040 to move uncomfortably. Before he could approach him and ask what had happened, thirty military men surrounded him and aimed their menacing infrared laser weapons at him. 0040's skills were of no use this time as the commander demanded that he tell him what he was doing in this area of the Negative River.

When he found out about the book in his possession, Fang was taken to the nearest disappearance container station, where he had to say goodbye to the only copy he never knew why he was called the "Forbidden Book," and maybe it was. who knows?

The guy reviewed the grief ad more than once and looked his girlfriend in the eye, she was more beautiful than ever.

"Something you want to ... tell me?" She asked him in her usual and peculiar tone.

The way she said the words soothed him. But this time it was important for him to tell her something else about how throughout his life he felt that whole books of psychological information were opening his mind. He actually understood things that others did not go down to research.

He always knew how to analyze situations, but the situation he was in at that moment did not seem to him that there even existed a person who can analyze. Now he wanted to tell her what had happened before they knew each other.

He told her how in childhood he had received the other children as a friend but always compromised his self-confidence when they were called him by all sorts of derogatory names. It made him feel sad and yet also had an unusual feeling,

"And not positively," he made clear to her. Deep down, he seemed to be no different from everyone, but they made him feel like he was.

He was always separate from the other teams and tried to analyze why this was happening to him. There were other people who connected with him, but they were only with him when they couldn't be with the other children.

So many times he saw everything without beauty. In many situations the magic of life has waned.

Over time, he got used to the situation in which he was differentiated. He always tried to understand humans as one who learned them from the side. He came to the conclusion that he did not feel the need to share it with others.

But today everything is different. Over time, he became more open-minded and society became more advanced. Ever since then, he has had a mental expense for him. He always felt guilty about all the evil that was happening around him and always tried to understand what they were doing in each unpleasant situation.

Besides, he lived in a constant feeling that he was missing something. What an inside thing and not material. He lived in a constant feeling of deprivation until he decided to embark on the journey - the road to his inner life and improvement. "It wasn't easy," he told her.

His father always gave him the feeling he was doing well, but never told him anything. The words he received from him were, "I want you to be successful, and whatever looks good to you - good for me too." Although he did not always agree with him.

He never told him what he thought of his innate talent and personal ability. He always felt like a kid that needed to prove himself. Nor did he dare ask his father questions or talk to him, and in fact the conversations between them were few.

His mother, on the other hand, always tried to control his every action and not always in pleasant ways. She hit him several times and often criticized him for squeezing the fun out of him.

Thus, unlike any other average person who goes through what you experience, you have to set an example for yourself to learn life alone.

He himself had to find the benefits hidden there. He had very sharp intuition. His imagination, for example, was also very developed. His inner vision was visual. In his mind, he could see things to the point. So, without having controlled the matter, he saw how everything could be more advanced. Way of life and humanity in general.

He always wanted people to be better, now more than ever, better for themselves and their environment. One day he even stopped trying to change anyone he thought was wrong.

He assumed that if everyone woke up in the morning, at least one day a week, to do better for themselves, things would look different. The world was better and humanity was one step further to world peace. He knew for sure that at least some of the things could have been different now, had that been the case. Today he already realizes that some have even forgotten how to use their simple facial muscle to express a smile.

As a kid he was always calculated, but spontaneous. He is a man full of opposites who balance one another. When he was a child he was a considerate and mature child, but that is the nature of the younger generation.

Be a little older and more advanced than the generation that preceded it. He always knew how to get out of negative situations because he liked to risk it. There is no doubt that this feature has been kept constantly. True, he is less of a risk today, but much of what he had as a child remains.

He believes the sky is no limit. As time goes on, he is more aware of it than ever. He also knew that ability was beyond time.

"None of those who were part of his time and definition development," he thought, "asked us to hurry because of him." In his conversation, he surfaced with other philosophical issues. "So did the one who invented the dials that replaced the hourglass and the solar clock. But that is a fact. Everything is getting faster and we are becoming slaves to time.”

Many times, he is "accused" of overeating. People told him that he was overly philosophical because he always analyzed what was going on around him philosophically. He never hid what he thought. For many, it was a special way to see life, and over time people found the benefit of his interesting vision of life.

"Then came the stage where I felt I had crossed the 'stormy river'. I took everything I needed and set off. True, it was that morning, the sun was still shining as well, but something in the air gave me the taste that was missing. God.” Now he feels it more than ever. Powerful. But now everything came to him with one big jumble that infiltrated him. It seemed to him that he had so far lived to dream and now existed to live everything he had dreamed of in recent years. He realized, while talking to her, that moving away from the familiar and the well-known brings us to make good decisions.

If there is a formula that will make us understand what we should do and where we should turn - it is that we are free from any external influence. The heart is the one that will advance the moves already.

Suddenly, insight became clear to him. People he met helped him indirectly understand what he needed to understand and so he knew what to do.

Sometimes the way they "helped" those people he knew was unpleasant and sometimes understood things as if some lesson had passed. "This is the principle of helping from the environment," he thought. "She'll do anything to make you feel good and to have your heart's wishes, if you wish.

'Even if you fall - don't forget that there is someone who will always strengthen you. If you follow your true talent it will always and truly happen. So, not only will everyone want to help you, they will do so with great love.

"In any case, moving away from the known makes us understand life more clearly."

She knew the sea would only do him good if he went there. Maybe he could explain to himself, and then to her, what happened. "The one who stood there every day to collect the coins from the passers-by, because he had nowhere to go, continued to stand there as I continued to walk. I gathered the smiles around at a glance that continued down the avenue." I could hurry at the same time, I wanted to enjoy every moment. “ When he found himself at the beach, he realized that only a few dared to reach the beach in the fall. A calm breeze got him into a more spontaneous mood. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, sat down and stared at the waves chasing each other.

"They have a purpose in life," he mused, "to bring the foam to the beach and remove it without knowing how. A magical process, 'he thought. "It's a shame you can't just go and dive into the clear water,"

He said to himself, looking at the flashes of sun that hit the sea. He tracked the movement of the water and discovered a piece of dark water a few meters away, in the sea.

"We'll look after you," said a woman, who sat next to another man, as if reading his thoughts. The two were older, their accent foreign and their skin dark. Each one's smile highlighted the young soul behind him and the expression of generosity reflected on them. He knew that when he was growing up and mature he wanted to be like them, like the two he had just met, smiled and young at heart.

A little confused by this one-sided conversation left them guarding what little he was carrying and dipping his feet in the water. A slight chill passed through his body as the cold water touched him.

The cold was able to penetrate him to his most hidden districts deep within his body and the chill conveyed to him the latest events that brought him up to that moment and where he found little quiet in the water.

Pictures from the days when he thought about the job constantly went through his head. An inward voice led him forward, inward toward the dark piece of sea he saw offshore.

"I'll get to her and come back," he told himself when he still didn't know how safe it was to persevere and reach the dark water.

The truth left him naked. He knew that no one in the world did not really know himself at least once.

In the room of Chief David David, the television lit the room. It did not tolerate daylight, so the office window and shutter were closed for all hours of the day and the television set was the only means of lighting.

The channel was aimed at the split screen showing the global news releases and several other local and international leisure channels.

The bag load on his desk was high enough to hide it for at least half a week, so that every time someone entered the room, he had to pick up a few more steps in his office chair to know who it was.

This is how the situation was repeated every week even though it was very effective in his work, but this kind of case had no end. In addition, he noticed that the number of files on his desk increased from year to year, and was complete with the fact that he took on the handling of unusual cases.

Among the station's walls, they used to call them the "Di" files, an abbreviation for "Disappearance" ("disappearing" in foreign translation) - files that deal with people who have inexplicably disappeared.

He swam like a baby who had just discovered what man's power is against nature. His movements of water in his hands became lighter as he thought that, for a moment he was touching intangibly what he thought

As far away as one dark blue spot in the sea. But suddenly the dark stain actually touched and he immediately realized that it was a huge rock, the top of which tangent to the water. Without hesitation, he climbed the rock and breathed a sigh of relief. He stabilized his weight on the rock. "There's everything here," he thought. It was empty all around. Only water, air and sky. He stood at the surface of the water, watching the lonely people watching from afar.

One step forward created the illusion that he was walking right across the water, and in the meantime he had not noticed the large gathering on the beach. Another step brought more and more people to watch, with the third step already losing its balance and plunging to a depth of a few clear meters.

Those moments brought him to life again. The few he saw were water penetrating everywhere in his body as he tried to hold on to the waves. They seemed less quiet for a few moments and within seconds he decided to let his body drift in the sea flow towards the shore.

He figured that what got him there would also get him out, put his head back, and sailed forward across the sea, letting the waves carry him back to shore, at the rate of the waves.

His innocent face was hard to miss through the flashes of the press cameras. Bright light shone in every direction and cameras of all kinds made him embarrassed.

Reporters from all over the world were called to the scene in light of the miracle. Adam walked on the water.

The microphones were repulsed by themselves, the journalists were polite to him because he couldn't. A local journalist who asked the bystanders if they had wondered, was left with no broadcast material and had to give his own interpretation. More and more journalists and reporters arrived after he was already on the beach.

Stories whispered behind his back. He gave an embarrassed smile to the couple who handed him his few belongings back. The two were excited to look at the newborn hero, but he didn't feel special and looked at a white car waiting for him. He knew she was waiting for him when he saw a hand wave at him and entered the vehicle.

"Dina, open that guy's bag again," David told the police official, "the one that disappeared from a car accident. We're going to stir up the D-file department a bit."

Dina immediately understood who it was. "What, isn't he dead?" Everyone already knew she used to say things out of place,

But this time she woke her up. "How can you say such a thing?" Touch her.

"Hey! Turn on the TV, it's on all channels!" One of the police officers was taken aback.

"At what station exactly?" Dina continued. "It doesn't matter," they answered, "the main thing is to light it. Repeat this section over and over several times at the main stations." "Where does this happen?" Chief Inspector David was interested.

"On the central seaside," he was told, and a moment later asked someone who was available to accompany him there.

"I'm not going anywhere," Dinah announced, though it wasn't her job to reach the area anyway.

Everyone seemed to have already received a formal certificate sometime about her negative approach to things.

"It's too late, Dave," one of the police officers updated him. "He had already been photographed driving a white car..."

"He must be in his apartment," David guessed and immediately asked Medina to call the guy into the apartment. Everyone tried to be gentle with her. Especially David.

Dina held the earpiece after dialing the number in the guy's apartment. While waiting for a response, another policeman who read the case twice told him, "Don't try to get him in the apartment. With him you can't know ..." And there was no answer beyond the line. ...

On the way back home, sitting in the big white car that came to pick it up, he noticed on the back a note that read "What will be with you? I was watching the news. At least you will have how to get home. Love ..."

"She's such a worry," he thought of his good friend who sent him a cab to take him home. But something else caught his attention was he saw a large advertising sign that made him continue to reflect on this advertisement that had passed him a moment before. For some reason, it seemed to him that the big letters were specially aimed at him. "Giant dream, wake up big," it says. Pictures of people trying to impress others passed by. When he thought of his friends the concept lost meaning. Everyone depends on everyone. Want what they don't have without knowing they have everything.

One look at three people made him wonder. One is sad, compared to the other who smiles, while the third is watching them both. They had just lost their friend.

He tried to come close to them, to reach out and encourage the person who was smiling. "After all, crying will eventually stop crying when he realizes how likely this will happen," he thought.

Suddenly one of them slowly looked straight at his expression.

Without thinking, he told him: "Even when sad - happy." And continued to look at three.

He carefully examined the way they sat and seemed to have lost part of themselves, with the mere thought that something was missing made them feel this way.

To him, the three reactions to the situation together constituted strength. One expressed what the other wanted to be.

The sad one wanted to rejoice, the smiling one wanted to cry but could not cry and the third wanted to feel something if only a little of what one of the two felt because he felt nothing.

"Some say ..." a little girl whispered to him from the other side, "the place where the neighbor lives always looks better."

"Wait, shouldn't it be 'The neighbor's lawn is always greener?' What do you mean? " He replied.

"The lawn, too," she said, "but if we talk about his lawn, then have you ever seen your neighbor's water bill? If the lawn is greener then the bill must be bigger too!" She added.

The girl was strikingly similar to the one he met on the train. "If there is no more dependence on the world," she told him, "people will have more freedom."

"Today's children," he thought, "are more cleverly equipped than the previous generation." Not that he was an adult.

"It's always true," she told him. "What do you mean 'this' is always true?" Confused for a moment.

"What you thought," she replied. "It's the thing that kids are smarter than the generation that preceded them. Each generation is more advanced than the generation that preceded it."

"How exactly ... do you know what I was thinking?" He asked in amazement. "I read thoughts. Wake up, we're in your dream. Here anything can happen." "In reality, anything can happen," he replied.

"Yes, but there are things that are blocked because of the limits of physics. But that's another story. How did we get to that?" a question.

"You said that if the dependency ran out there would be more freedom," he reminded her.

"True, even though freedom makes us us. To be who we really are. Some are afraid to be who they really are.

Sometimes your true self is very special, which some of us perceive as 'different.' "He felt a deep identification with the girl's words, and she continued," Our society wants you to be unique. It must be understandable and explain every act or being to you. This is how she keeps you from being yourself, and so people want to be what they are. They move away from themselves and become what they are not. "" People depend very much on the environment, "you drift away in conversation," until eventually they no longer trust themselves. " Ram the smart girl. "Do you really think you can go back to the first day of human life and associate it with today?" He asked.

"It's not impossible to understand that we're on the verge of a revolution," said the girl. A moment after she finished the sentence, smoke dissipated in the air. Suddenly the guy felt an itch in the right pocket of his pants. He put his hand in and found a note there. Glowing words adorned the inside of the note. He read the note twice: "A boy dreams of peace ... between mother and son. Brother and sister. Father hugged his daughter who loved herself and him." He put his hand back in his pocket and felt another hand touching his shoulder. He turned his head and faced a white woman whose expression was emotionless. A door opened in front of them and the woman signaled for him to enter.

Inside the room the light was a little dim. The guy noticed humans getting closer and closer. They were divided into groups and were of both sexes.

"An important touch to our personal healing," a woman said quietly, "is that you know there is a lot to touch. Even petting has a special power that still motivates many to persevere and use it as an expression of their feelings for the other."

He understood everything, but noticed there was something in the woman's words that got a deeper explanation. "They hug themselves without being aware of it," he told her.

"True. When they touch someone else, they actually touch themselves through others. They hug their bodies as they lovingly wrap someone else. So our basic need to touch is born. It's a pity that it has disappeared over time because of our priorities that are slowly becoming cold and alienating."

"What's gone - our love for our bodies or our need for contact?" He asked, and the woman, as soon as he finished his words, smiled, shook his hand and motioned for him to continue on his way to another doorway.

Behind the doorway stood a single tree that grew as more questions were asked. At least that was the sign that was written in language errors and placed at his feet.

"Everyone should try and ask one question every tree." Add the fine print at the bottom of the sign.

His gaze, which surveyed the environment, revealed that it was a lone breed. There were no more trees in the place and the guy began to feel a bit alone.

"What are you waiting for?" Asked the woman who reappeared, with the same expression and whispering tone.

"Let it go," suggested the commotion from the tree trunk. "Well, what to know?" Ask, using his only opportunity to answer one question from the one tree.

"I don't know what brought you here, but I have been here for many years and this is the most interesting question I have been asked so far," murmured the tree. His voice was deep and pleasant.

"Along the way, I saw people touching each other, experiencing three people who had lost their friends and had an interesting conversation with a little girl I thought I knew. I understood one thing," the guy said, but the tree didn't wait for the explanation and immediately handed it to him. The answer to his question.

"No matter where you come from and where you are going. The main thing is that you are here now ... if you could take one insight and market it to a million people, I'm sure you were the first to do it. I have no doubt that you are a smart boy. Now, put your heart to the answer. To hear from others what we think inside us, everything that tells you will be nothing but what you actually think yourself, deep down.

"I am the tool of the universe for your understanding of yourself and my advice is one: go with what is convenient for you and after your own happiness. This is how you progress and achieve your best. Just don't forget, my friend, that the choice between good and evil is up to you. But even if you choose the best, there is risk and sacrifice. " ...

"There is no need to thank the tree for its wisdom." Said another sign noticed by the guy at the very moment the tree finished humming his words.

The fog became thinner as he moved toward the fence separating the tree's location from the area that followed.

The things that the tree buzz left a deep impression on. "As we move forward in our lives, the more complex the possibilities become," he thought to himself. "If you do what is convenient and go after your happiness," he assumed, "you can face the endless possibilities that the world offers."

He has never been concerned about what is really comfortable or what really makes him happy. He did not think of what he had just done out of old habit.

He had no habits and he figured it was time to change some of them. "As soon as everyone gives attention to himself," he thought, "everything will look different and our lives will be better."