The Food Federation: extract 1

The Food federation extract 1.

 

I have done it.

I have left The Food Federation.

I clutch my chest, I walk.

I put one foot in front of the other. I see the smallest glimmer of light. I walk toward that light.

I keep walking.

A few seconds later I find myself standing under something that looks like a showerhead, but it’s taller than a shower head. Its gray.  I look up. Directly above me is a broken neon light.

The glass is smashed. There’s lines of these broken lights standing in absolute formation all along the pavement. I am on a pavement. Pavements, I remember pavements.

I see a road; the road has one lone white car on it. The car doesn't look as if it has moved in decades.

I look across the road. I see old thin tenement buildings standing side by side. The tenements look as if they’re ridden with a disease and are about to fall down.

I walk across the street. I start to shiver. The tenements are pink; they are pretty in a putrid kind of way.

I come to a small alley between the pink buildings.

I step into the alley, my feet finds cobbles. I drag my outstretched hands along the sides of the  pink buildings. I can hear my mama’s laughter in my head.

 

I feel like a child.I focus on the light. I focus on the reality. My mama stops laughing. I feel like a rat in a dark drainpipe.

 

I come out my drainpipe.

 

I see bright yellow lights from a square building in front of me. Next to the square building was a wall baring a pencil drawn mural of a young woman with sallow skin and big blue eyes. Her plump lips are pursed. Her oval white face was slightly bowed. She was still looking at me. She looks as delicate as the strokes that make up her portrait.

 

The only place where there is colour is her eyes, they’re sea blue and they see straight through you.

 

Above her head were the words.

 

“Mulberry  Berlin gave birth to the struggle, she gave her life for the struggle.”

 

Below her chin, I saw the words

 

“Strive for her vision, strive for her socialist republic”

 

I looked to my left, I saw the  words. “Be a Berliner, in her name. In her glory. Mulberry Berlin, forever in our hearts, forever in our minds.”

 

 

How could that woman be Mulberry Berlin? Mulberry Berlin was a man.

 

 

I hear children’s laughter. I look in the direction of it. I see children  playing in a semi-destroyed building.

 

I see a shoeless old man walking crookedly across the pavement.

 

 

I walk toward the glowing building. I see writing everywhere I look.

 

“fuk the fed”

“fuck the food fed”

 

 

“up the Berliners”

 

“mone the berlies,”

 

 

“Mulberry forever”

 

 

A old toothless woman is suddenly by my side. She had a cross like Luka’s around her neck. The old woman looks me up and down before she spits loudly in my face.

 

She walks on.

 

I wipe her white foamy phlegm from my face. I walk to the square building of light.

 

I approach the buildings  door.

 

 

I stand inches from the door listening to something that sounded very much like kitchen instruments being clanked together. I read the sign above the door,it reads “Da Vinci’s Shebeen.”

 

The small square building in front of me looked like it was hiccupping to the loud rhythm of the sounds inside.

 

I put my eye to one of the holes in the door. I see bright yellow light and people in bright clothing moving quickly.

 

 

 

Suddenly the door opens and two men come out laughing, they both have 6240’s hairdo.

 

Both men stagger past me. One gives out a loud abrupt shout.

 

 

 

“Mone Da Vinci’s Shebeen”

 

Both men laughed and walked up the street holding one another up. They were both intoxicated.