Fabrizio Ulivieri

They are going to shoot him tomorrow. Is it the guy we sheltered some days ago? It is not likely. Thank God.  It will be good to be back home. I sometimes wonder...I cannot die in this place. Of course not. Well, many do. Yes, they do, Yes, I promised them. Yes, it is your promise. Is the beginning of a revolution? Who knows. My head...my poor head. What will you do? I'll take the medicine. It is not good for your stomach. I know but I cannot live like this...Do you think people are not awakening? Not many, Just some. Maybe 3%. Do you think? Yes. But why? People are stupid. The major part of them is born stupid. Look...how many geniuses we have in the world? Few. So... So...it is inherent to the human race to be stupid. Do you mean this?  Yes. I mean that.  We sat in silence for a long while, as the pale morning sun climbed outside and the room got stiflingly cold. Esi susikaupęs? Taip. Kodėl? I was just thinking of that man A queer fellow. I wonder if it's him. But you ...

  There is a creative and loving force inside most of us that guides us through life. These people don’t have this. For them it’s the opposite. (Mel Gibson) In those Days   I had to find a religion to measure my evil against. Evil has already gotten a strong tinge of cruelty. God was dead, Church was dead. The major part of us was so frail in front of such a fraud. I used to write science-fiction novels, but I stopped in those days. Reality was more interesting than science-fiction. I couldn’t write a book anymore. I did not know how to plot a story, any longer. I was quiet, too quiet. I was thrilled, too thrilled. I was in a quagmire. I was dying in it. I was pervasive. I was everywhere. Was I alive? I thought so. I was not dead, ergo I was alive. That was the masterpiece of my life... A masterpiece of resonance. I was going around on a new battlefield. A Purgatory which was worse than the Hell. But it was bliss in the end. It was bliss even though I didn't believe i...

    Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, Which has travelled from regions towards which I am advancing… (Mary Shelley, Frankstein) It was early December. It had snowed between 3:00 and 5:00pm. At 3:30pm it was already dark. I had left the gym, I had taken the bus 41. In front of the gym, there was a stotelė, a bus stop. I got off at Aguonų stotelė and walked along Kauno gatvę until I reached the intersection with Šopeno gatvė. It was snowing so hard that I needed a shelter. I thought of a café not far away from where I was.  I was wrapped in a long coat and scarf because of the temperature and kept alerted my attention on where I had to put the feet along the sidewalk. The ice was insidious. It was easy to slip and end up lying on the ground, with the risk of breaking a leg or an arm. I was so absorbed in this exercise that I didn’t register the sounds of the darkening city around me. The whirring of the electric trolleybus running on th...

I many times denied this. But it came up everytime. It came up under trace. Impossible to detect but it was real and working. I tried to deny, but everytime I met a piece of new evidence, that I wanted to deny and I denied in the end, it surfaced again a few days later from another region.  We are squeezed. We are used, crushed, emptied and thrown away. That is the truth. There was a guy. A strange guy who came from the UK, was Belgian and lived in Vilnius undercover I suppose. He lived in an area where I was told there was the centre of many secret services. Honestly, I don' t remember how I met him. How we became friends. "Friends" is a big word. Maybe, I should say, acquaintances. We used to meet and talk in Vokiečių gatvė, at Sugamour. A bit pretentious bar, slightly kitsch, but if I rethink now of those days I can say that was a perfect place. It was the right bar at the right moment. The right atmosphere for the right situation. We lived in a bogus situation, a bogu...