27.12.2006
Twentynine
XXlX
http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/Leaving--sso%281%29.mp3
As soon as the mother´s asleep, the alleged terrorist Jon Jonsson returns to his pressed down bed (with bedsheets that used to be white but now look grey and dirty), hoping that his guinea pigs haven´t disappeared from the scene.
Once again with closed eyes and the fingers on his temples he concentrates his mind on his task.
His breath´s sweapt away admiring the landscape as his spirit´s taking the shortcut over the country and he recognises Seltjorn (Dairy-pond), Keilir (Cone), Blafjoll (Blue-mountains) and there he sees the Heidmork (Moor-boundary) and the illuminated
Reykjavik. There´s the Mosfellsheidi and Gljufrasteinn home of Kiljan Laxness who received the literary -Nobel-prize in 1956 and when he flies over Thingvallavatn Jon feels growing tension in his mind.
Were his measures of no use, he speculates when he reaches the heather that lies between Iceland´s largest lake and the small Laugarvatn.
There he notices again Kalfstindar, Reydarbarmur and the Laugarvatnsvellir.
He´s of course not able to see Bjorn and Loki who´ve long since returned to their quarters away from home.
Feeling disappointed and angry toward his parents he decides to check on whether Sigmar´s still crying inside the cave.
He feels a lot better when he locates the dark flail on the rough cave-floor, where his victim seems to be getting a grip on himself and waking up.
Jon is able to feel something comforting going through him by this sight and decides to create something terribly horrible, which will either kill the boy or make him insane.
He opens his eyes and notices a horrific and sick drawing of a troll, which he´d put up on the wall under the lamp, recalling with a grin the overfat woman-creation he´d sent non-intentionally to the Nonni & Bubbi store a while back.
In the wake of all the covering and talk of the phenomenon he began experimenting with this
newly discovered talent of his often puzzling himself and others more and more.