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  • Once upon a morning I found myself standing at a bus stop in the middle of a forest being late for work. The fact is that our neighborhood is surrounded by the forest, so there is nothing weird in that seemingly awkward situation.
    So there I was standing at that bus stop in the forest late for work. All the working people had already left by bus and who had not – they went by car. There was no one at all. I was alone there. The forest was all around and the road was in the middle.
    Within 15 minutes there had not been a single car passing by. Yet I figured a person walking along the road somewhere in the distance. And I could hardly see who it was because it was a pretty long distance between us. All I saw was just a silhouette. It was someone tall and skinny moving unsteadily in a strange way. Actually it was not of my business and I did not mind. As I am a dominant "yang" - I cannot stand still while waiting, so I am always walking here and there at the bus stop or anywhere else.
    The silhouette was still approaching.
    And in a moment I found myself starring at someone getting closer and closer, someone who was unnaturally tall and too thin, in fact it was blue and additionally from another planet. And I stood stock-still starring. I was so freaked out that I could not make a single move.
    IT was coming up to me! IT was looking right at me with its big black shining eyes!
    So IT had come up. Compared with me IT seemed half taller. I was so scared that I could hardly raise my head and I was looking straight in the middle of IT. I had figured a Prince-of-Wales shirt with pale lilac buttons on IT.
    A line of buttons was flowing slowly in front of my eyes. The first one, the second, the third, the collar and I saw a blue terrible face - IT had taken me up by the shoulders. I wanted to scream, but all the words had gone or stuck in my throat, who knows. Then IT brought my face closer to its face, where suddenly appeared a slot-like mouth, but the slot was more similar to something else, and IT kissed me with this ugly slot right in my sweet lady lips. What an outrage! I was about to pass out. All my life had just ran in front of my eyes in a second. I had got so much to give.
    Its tongue or tentacle, or what it was there, was so long that I felt like it was almost in my stomach. Have you ever swallowed a probe? It is not the most pleasant way of spending free time, is it?
    Then when I had already declared my inner "solong" to the world something weird started to happen. My new alien-friend started to tremble and its eyes turned yellow and covered with a blanket (you know, like when you fry eggs, close the pan with a lid, leave for another room and forget all about it). IT had lost the hold and I successfully landed, but still not able to move. Its mouth tasted like licorice, a mixture of licorice with something sour. My new friend was shaking and hissing, IT was proceeding in waves and convulsions. IT formed in two, then in three, rolled pretzels and began to bubble and melt. After some time it was difficult to distinguish and remember its shapes. A steaming heap was lying in front of me. Finally the only thing that had been left was a dark blue pool with pale lilac buttons floating in it. "Oh dear" - I thought, and fainted.
    Later they told me it was all because of a grapefruit I had for breakfast. It was so tasty and sour, that the blue alien essence could not stand it. There always is something that they do not stand.
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