Black rain

was on a large street in the city, watching the cars passing back and forth and dreaming that I was driving one of them. I used to meditate there every day at six and a half in the evening. And I would see myself, twenty years later, as one of those peopleI am driving my car through the streets of the big city, and the phone rings. I wake up from my daydream and see a number that is not registered with me. I do not answer. I have become accustomed to that. I never answer numbers I do not know, but the number keeps calling again and again, every day at six forty-five minutes for ten days. That day I decided to answer the phone and not blameExcept for myself, I pressed the call button and said "Hello," but no one answered me, but I heard the sound of someone's breathing on the phone. I repeated "Hello, Hello," and no one answered, so I felt like I had made the biggest mistake in my life. I still remember the numbers to this day, but I don't want to go back there. The next morning, my phone rang at one o'clock. Six forty-five in the morning was my friend's numberI breathed a sigh of relief as I felt as if the stranger's number had called me again.She asked that we meet at a restaurant after half an hour and said that the matter was urgent. It was Sunday and I am not used to waking up early on Sundays, but I promised her that I would be there after half an hourIn the restaurant, I looked at my watch, and it was already half past seven, and she had not yet arrived. It seemed somewhat strange, as she had never missed an appointment with me, even if she was not the one who requested the meeting. I felt that the chills that I had experienced the night before had returned. I waited another quarter of an hour, and it was done. She called her phone. The phone rang and I said, "Hello," but no one answered. I repeated "Hello," but no one answered again. I heard the same sound, the sound of someone breathing, without anyone speaking. I knew then that what was going on was much bigger than I imagined. I felt afraid and did not know what to do, but I tried to gather my courage and asked, "Who is there?If you have something against me, then I am the one you should confront, not my friends. That was right when I said it, but as soon as he hung up on me, I knew once again that I had committed the biggest mistake of my life. I quickly returned to my apartment and tried to avoid any contact with anyone. I only went up the stairs and there was the elevator. It was out of order as usual, and I was surprised to find that the door to my apartment was open and I could turn to the right insideAnd to the left, there was someone who was looking for something and perhaps he found it because I found a bedroom as I left it. I tried to find out what was missing, but I did not reach anything.Then I called the police and told them that someone had broken into my apartment, and after a few minutes they were there. They asked me some of the usual questions in situations like this, and after checking, they told me that the entrance to my apartment had a key because there was no way to break into the door. Who else had the key to my apartment? No one would just say it in my pocket. How is that possibleMy mind remained occupied with this story for a long time. I was accustomed to going back to sleep after waking up on Sunday, but it left me today. I found myself busy thinking about everyone who could do your job. Of course, I thought that perhaps it was a prank on the part of my friends to make me crazy. But I gave up on this idea because something is not easy. never .After hours of thinking, I headed to the restaurant where I used to eat lunch. It was another hour in the afternoon. I still remember that car sitting at the corner of the street. It was a blue Camry. It caught my attention because it was the first time I had seen a blue Camry. This was not normal, especially in this city. There are three cars here. Colors only, either white or whiteBlack or grey. I think that people here consider themselves to be luxurious and hold high positions, so they only choose cars that indicate luxury. The blue Camry has a story behind it, but I was not ready to research the matterIn the restaurant, I sat in my usual place and the usual waitress came to serve me and asked me as usual. I told her yes. She came back a few minutes later carrying the usual plate of food. She placed them on the table. She reached into her pocket and took out a paper and said that a man left it for me here shortly. She grabbed the paper and opened it. I could not believe what I read. I hurried to... Going out to know the man who left herBut I did not notice anything strange other than the absence of a blue Camry in the place where it was. I went back to the waitress and asked her about the appearance of a man. She said that he was somewhat tall, with blond hair, and had a tattoo in the shape of a star on his right arm. I did not know who he was at that time, at six and forty-five minutes. I received a call from the same number, and this time I quickly answeredBut no one answered. I heard a voice that seemed far away. It was not the sound of music, an old song, but it was music without words. I did not know what the purpose of my listening to the song was. Things indicated that I was in danger, but the music was a love song. Things seemed as if a mysterious person was trying to play a game with me until I knew where. I feel that he is charting a path for me to know what he wants and who he isThe question now is: Will I continue following him or will I find my way on my own? Follow me in the next haircut??

I haven't heard from my friend for two days. It was a cause for concern, and even the rest of my friends haven't heard from her. I visited her workplace to find out anything and they told me that she had taken a month's vacation and started it two days ago. I went back to thinking about what had happened and what was happening, and I had no evidence to lead me to a step that might reveal to me something new that I had never heard of. No longer interested in my work I became disoriented all the time in my thinkingI'm busy and my designs seem repetitive and uninteresting. That's what my boss said when I handed him the design for the World Bank project. He asked me to return it because it needs to be checked. That blue camo still walks in my dreams every day and the sound of music. Words. I waited for the phone to ring at six forty-five minutes, but it didn't happen. I'm thinking maybe it's lateHours passed and I was waiting and he did not call. I could no longer find any ideas. I was waiting for this call to explain to me, even if just a little, what I would do in the next. I knew that I had to devote myself to this story. I applied for a vacation in my apartment. I brought patience. I got used to laying out the steps of my work and began to decipher the lines of the puzzle of a tall man with a friend. Tattoo star blue car camway music lyrics contactsHe called me at six o'clock and five minutes, and the disappearance of my friend, who turned out to be on vacation. What links these things togetherI don't know a tall man with tattoos or a car, but I know what the song is, and my friends know that she used to spend her vacation in her father's mountain house to write poetry. I need to go there. The sound of rain on the roof of a car and the shape of a road decorated with danger signs at every turn and the sound of thunder at every turn. The completely mountainous house. Since my last visit he has not been thereSomeone was there, I lit a fire, made a cup of coffee, opened the laptop, and started browsing the internet for hours like this. When I heard a knock on the door quietly, I opened the door and found a little girl in a yellow dress. She asked me to come to the hotel because people here were having a winter party. I couldn't refuse. I was just feeling bored and maybe... An opportunity to unwind after a few daysPressure in the hotel: shapes of people taking turns at the drinks table, including foreigners, music and lyrics filling the air. It cannot be a coincidence. I walked up to the drinks table in my black suit and carried a glass of wine. I asked a man about the organizers of the party. He answered me that he did not know and that they had asked for his presence, like most of the people here. The party is organized in a coordinated and distinctive wayA princess party. I wandered among the attendees trying to get to know some of them, but none of them were familiar. I remained still, watching people drinking, laughing, and telling about their lives and stories, before loud music rang out, announcing the arrival of the party host. Everyone fell silent and looked toward a staircase, and so did I, to see the most beautiful thing you could see. My eyes are in a sparkling blue dress and a silver crownFull and beautiful black eyes, I did not know that this winter trip to the mountains would make me fall in love. The beautiful young woman wandered among the attendees as they congratulated her on the beautiful party, and some of them flirted with her beauty. It seemed to me that most of them knew who she was, and I did not want to appear like an ignorant person, so I preferred not to approach her and remained silent, watching everyone. Her steps after a whileGreetings, the beautiful girl asked everyone to return to the celebration. Dancing began. I was not one of the brave ones in such situations, so I chose to draw a cup and watch from afar. I drank a lot. Every time I raised my head, I saw a beautiful young woman dancing, a new young man, so I buried my head again in the drinking table until I heard someone approaching me and I heard Voice: "Can you dance?I raised my head and the beautiful young woman extended her hand towards me. I froze in my place and did not say anything. I started a dance and the beautiful young woman placed her head on my chest and I felt that I was in space and there was no one around me but her. It was an indescribable feeling when the music approached the end. She said that the solution to what was preoccupying me was found in the words of music and that I I will find what I'm looking for soon.She descended from the seventh heaven, her words still ringing in my lowest place, reminding me of what I came here for... Follow u

returned to the mountain house with many questions running through my head and more mysteries. Who is this beautiful young woman? What did she mean by saying that the solution was in the words? How could she know what was troubling me unless she was a party to it? Of course, I do not rule anything out now, just as I am not sure of anything. But I'm still following the breadcrumbs, and it seems that my next meeting with the beautiful young woman is part of the solution to the puzzle. Maybe she knows more than what she told me, and I must meet her again. The weather has improved, something about last night. There was no rain, but clouds fill the skyI went to the hotel to meet the beautiful girl, and at the reception they told me that she was leaving at night. I asked if I could get her name and address, but the receptionist refused and said that this was the privacy of customers and he could not violate the lawI presented him with a $100 bill. He turned right and left, pressed the computer, and wrote my name and address on a small piece of paper similar to the one the owner of the star tattoo left me. The address written on it is familiar to me and I know it because I am the one who designed the building. It will require a trip back to the big city. I stood on the building and remember the first months. Which we spentOn this site, we dream of seeing our beautiful achievement alive. I was not surprised by the name of the street. It became the name of a street named after my singer who sings that music.? But I was surprised by the number of private guards present at the door of the building. They were all of huge build and looked stern and cruel, something that calls for fear. I imagined that I was entering a diplomatic building. They asked for my coffin papers at the entrance and asked me who was here to see him. I told them, and they assured me that no one was there with that name and that there was someone who lived there. This is the addressCome on, daughter of the British ambassador!It was a big surprise. I asked to contact them and they told me that it was only possible through the British embassy. It seemed that reaching it by normal means was not possible. Upon arrival at 6:45 in the evening, the phone rings and the same problem is the sound of someone breathing and music. I spent three days thinking about reaching Abint Safir and finally I found the solution.One of my acquaintances had an apartment on the same street, and I knew that it was an ideal place to monitor the building's exit without arousing the suspicions of security guards. I noticed in the few days that Safir's daughter went out every day at 10 in the morning and returned at 6 in the evening and never went out at all. She was driving a white car without guards, at least not in the same car. I decided to follow her, hoping I might find an opportunity to talk to her in a public place outside the surveillance circle. A car stopped at the tennis club and Safir's daughter entered the club, so I had to enter as wellI pulled out the card of the company I work for and told the guard that I was here to meet a large client, and because our company is large and known for its huge transactions, I entered without penalties. I watched her play tennis for an hour or more, and I sat in front of a table, clapping on a ball that she wonI knew that she noticed my presence when she turned to drink water and raised her beautiful eyes directly to mine. The image of her beautiful at the prom, the blue dress and a silver crown, came back to me. She was extremely beautiful. She stopped playing for a few minutes and climbed the stairs to my table. She said as she pulled out the chair opposite, "You know that being with me in one place means Are you in danger? I said, it is possible!!! But I love danger. I don't remember exactly what was the last thing after that sentence, except that I felt a strange feeling and saw a picture of my father in front of me teaching me how to ride a bicycle when I was young. After that, my face hit the table and I lost consciousness. Follow us