Me and my friends went to see Ostankino, which was somehow standing in Berlin at exact place of city's TV Tower. With us we took a small, insignificant, childish gun, which looked like the one that cannot even shoot.
We arrived to Ostankino and played around there. Suddenly, I see training hall with people working on their fit. I appear somewhere on a height spot above the scene of a theater, next to the ceiling. While standing there, one guy from MTV (Jackass) runs towards me and jumps from that metal scaffold I was standing on. In the air he is slowly floating down the floor of the scene, making circles. Then he falls on the floor.
I leave this place and see my friends with whom I've been playing outside earlier on. We see a lot of people running away from Ostankino (like it is connected with a fact that it was on fire and I had an idea that it will fall one day) and I run away too. I meet them at the exit, we run and see, from about 100 meters away, that Ostankino is collapsing.
Then I say - where is my gun (that kiddy gun)? And guys say that it's been left somewhere in the Cafe, we were leaving from (which looked like McDonalds). They all took their stuff, but my gun was forgotten. (I don't remember shooting from it)
I come back to Ostankino. Looking for my gun. Suddenly, I see lots of biathlonists sitting inside that Cafe. So lots of ski equipment is standing outside. I try to find my gun. And at that moment somehow I feel that when I find it I shouldn't show my gun to the police, as it could be dangerous for me. I feel they are looking for me.
I see my childish gun among piles of skies. I take it and start going away. Nobody from police sees me, so I continue walking and try to find my friends.
I see two police guys. I start to run away on something like roller blades, when suddenly I ram into some kind of flowerbed with a very high fence around it. I was moving on a high speed! I fall inside it, take a deep breath and stand up. I jump from it but Police has already seen me. They quickly move towards me, but somehow without paying attention to me. They pass by and jump into flowerbed. I look at them and see two police guys searching for something in there. I know that they are looking for the gun. I left it there. Just when I thought about that they find the gun. I am standing there, on the fence, looking at them. AND! Trying to say something to them, so they will just leave me alone or forget everything, amazingly radiant flash blinds me.
I am in the prison. I have a nice room (that shows my stereotype that Western jails are nice). I even have nice speakers, internet and computer. I can even go outside of my "cage" anytime - but I don't run away - I stay there and accept my punishment.
I start wandering of the reasons I am there. But I don't remember nothing of what I've done. The only thing I remembered was that the whole story developed from my feeling that Police shouldn't see me. Then I remembered history around that fucking gun...
We arrived to Ostankino and played around there. Suddenly, I see training hall with people working on their fit. I appear somewhere on a height spot above the scene of a theater, next to the ceiling. While standing there, one guy from MTV (Jackass) runs towards me and jumps from that metal scaffold I was standing on. In the air he is slowly floating down the floor of the scene, making circles. Then he falls on the floor.
I leave this place and see my friends with whom I've been playing outside earlier on. We see a lot of people running away from Ostankino (like it is connected with a fact that it was on fire and I had an idea that it will fall one day) and I run away too. I meet them at the exit, we run and see, from about 100 meters away, that Ostankino is collapsing.
Then I say - where is my gun (that kiddy gun)? And guys say that it's been left somewhere in the Cafe, we were leaving from (which looked like McDonalds). They all took their stuff, but my gun was forgotten. (I don't remember shooting from it)
I come back to Ostankino. Looking for my gun. Suddenly, I see lots of biathlonists sitting inside that Cafe. So lots of ski equipment is standing outside. I try to find my gun. And at that moment somehow I feel that when I find it I shouldn't show my gun to the police, as it could be dangerous for me. I feel they are looking for me.
I see my childish gun among piles of skies. I take it and start going away. Nobody from police sees me, so I continue walking and try to find my friends.
I see two police guys. I start to run away on something like roller blades, when suddenly I ram into some kind of flowerbed with a very high fence around it. I was moving on a high speed! I fall inside it, take a deep breath and stand up. I jump from it but Police has already seen me. They quickly move towards me, but somehow without paying attention to me. They pass by and jump into flowerbed. I look at them and see two police guys searching for something in there. I know that they are looking for the gun. I left it there. Just when I thought about that they find the gun. I am standing there, on the fence, looking at them. AND! Trying to say something to them, so they will just leave me alone or forget everything, amazingly radiant flash blinds me.
I am in the prison. I have a nice room (that shows my stereotype that Western jails are nice). I even have nice speakers, internet and computer. I can even go outside of my "cage" anytime - but I don't run away - I stay there and accept my punishment.
I start wandering of the reasons I am there. But I don't remember nothing of what I've done. The only thing I remembered was that the whole story developed from my feeling that Police shouldn't see me. Then I remembered history around that fucking gun...
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