Tuesday, August 12th 2008:
After I woke up, I asked the people here at SGS, whether they could put up a good word for me to SGS in Europe, as they are after all the ones who recognized my need for adventure. They agreed, so I could leave them without further ado.
Okay, that's not entirely accurate. That one girl in their group appeared so excited over my presence (as though she never met with a westerner before), she even tried to talk to me about some J-pop artists she likes listening to. I needed the other ones to translate what she was saying to me. I remember her talking about somebody called Minako (I think it was) and a Nanami (which I actually do remember). Never heard of either of them, and I still don't have any immediate intention to get to know them. At the time I said that, there was this guy cleaning the windows, who overheard me talking. The guy in question wore something around his wrist that for some reason got me to think of ninjas, don't know why. What was weirder, is that he got infuriated by me mentioning that I don't want to know this Nanami girl. This was one hard-core fan.
It's beginning to become a bit of a habit of mine to get arrested at all the inconvenient times. Given this governments hatred against the West, I shouldn't be surprised this would happen. But then, even if I were Asian, they still would have arrested me. I mean, a guy who just enters Japan, without any means of transport, without a stamp on his passport and all things related... they wanted to know how I got here. I couldn't give them any answer, which didn't put the odds in my favor. It wasn't long before people from SPD came to investigate the matter further. They claimed to have a much more open mind than the regular police forces, as they deal with special cases every day. Hence even the name Special Police Detectives (SPD for short). Unfortunately, even then, I couldn't tell them much. But as it turns out, their boss (who looked like a blue, human-sized dog) seemed to recognize my cell-phone (the one that Magiel gave me) so he decided that I should be let go. But while he was at it, he thought of adding my number into their systems, and allow me access to their archives. When I asked him why, he said that he got a call from someone, who explained to him what I've gone through, how I dealt with it, and just how valuable I can be when it comes right to it. If ever I should say I have a guardian angel, it would be Hana, who again helped me out of this situation.
Should you wonder, she called me shortly after I left SPD's building, or Dekabase as they call it. I asked her why she keeps helping me. She told me she felt she should have been more honest with me from the beginning, and felt that she used me,... among other things. She believed she owed me something, as she felt that after what she and her friends have done, she wasn't that much different from those she tries to fight. If you ask me, I hope she'll stop doing me any more favors. I mean, it's a little scary to be helped by somebody whom I've never met.
Now that I was using the phone anyway, I wondered if there was any way I could use it to check my mails. I can, but I didn't use it just yet. I thought I should find a place to sit down for a moment. Not only to write all this down, but also just to rest.
As it seems, Erica has returned to her New England home, having won the chess-tournament finales, again. She wishes to know when I'll be back home, and where I live, so she could visit me. I told her that I don't know, but I'll let her know when she can visit me as soon as I return home. She'll probably be the first to hear all my stories, before I decide to put this journal on the net, for all of you to read.
Wednesday, August 13th 2008:
Remember that place that those Italian brothers were about to send me to? Well, I ended up taking that route. Why, you wonder?
I was sitting down, minding my own business, when suddenly a firetruck was driving through, chasing some kind of dragon, of which the back of it's tail was burning. As soon as the truck realized it couldn't catch it (I'm not kidding) it transformed into a robot and tried to catch it as thus. On top of that, since we were close to the woods, there were some animals that weren't so pleased with the noise that that truck-robot kept making. First I heard a roar, then I saw who, or what caused it. There was a guy wearing a black leather suit, accompanied by a girl with her hair in spiral pig-tails, both of whom changed their appearance into... well, the guy's suit resembled a lion, and the girl's resembled a chameleon's. I didn't know what all this was about, but I didn't stick around to find out either. I ran away, only to fall into a hole. Better down there than up there, I thought to myself, so I proceeded.
It wasn't until I met with sewer turtles, crabs and huge flies (I'm dead serious) that I remembered what the Italian told me. I almost wished I had taken that bag they gave me. I don't know what to do with it's contents, but now that I don't have it I'll never find out either.
The further I went down, the weirder things started to look. A moment came in which I saw blocks hanging in the air, branded with question marks, where I couldn't turn my back away or I'd have a ghost following me, and from every other pipe a flesh-eating plant would emerge. And believe it or not, but a little guy with a mushroom-head was the one that helped me out. He didn't know any language I understood, but he got me to blow this whistle, which instantly transported me out of here and... well, I have no idea where I am now.
Oh well, wherever I ended up, I looked for a cozy place to sleep, and stayed there the rest of the night. Now that it's morning, I'll hopefully get any wiser.