CruiseLand hideout

Hello out there,

I am terribly sorry for the long silence, but my situation has become increasingly alarming. My collaborator and I thought it best to isolate ourselves out in the boonies. Finding a sufficiently remote spot took some time, and we are completely cut off from the outside world now. We have been working at full throttle for a couple of days and, if all goes well, we shall see the end of the book by the end of the month. I must take leave of you though and get back to work: time may not really exist, but the human clock is ticking!

Time for a quicky

Hi

Is there anybody out there?

It has become much too dangerous for me here. I came back in order to claim what was mine, for I wanted to transform something that was all wrong and make some good of it, 'inch Allah!' I am not certain I will get that chance anymore. If I can at least finish the book first, before Bubba finds me, I will have that satisfaction.

We are being watched at all times: I can't even go to the window. My collaborator has even been bullied around a couple of times and had his flat turned upside-down. They are now threatening to do some vile things to some of his girlfriends. Why does he stay? That's something he must figure out for himself.

How should I interpret the outcome of my return to the occidental world? Is there no place for the man I've become? Or is it I who has failed to make myself undersood? Did I, or do I want to? My values have strayed so far from the capitalistic way. Am I percieved as one who's come to rock the boat?

I'm afraid that's all I have time for. Besides, I don't even know if anyone is reading this and if I should continue.