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triumphal.
    “University.” Homer nodded his head.”When the war began and the atomic bombs were dropped on the earth, the wizards retreated into the castle and laid a spell on the
entrance so that the bad humans, who had started the war wouldn’t be able to reach them. And then they lived …”
    Homer cleared his throat and stopped.
    Yelena was leaning at the doorway, she had listened.
    He hadn’t seen her when she stepped onto the hallway.
    “I’ll pack your things.” She said huskily. Homer walked over to her and took her hand. She clumsily laid his arms around him, it was embarrassing for her in front of the children and asked silently: “You’ll come back soon?
    Nothing is going to happen to you, right?”
    For the thousandth time in his long life he realized how much women longed for promises – it didn’t matter if he could fulfill them or not. “Everything is going to be alright”
    “You are so old and you still kiss like you two just married.” Said the girl, made a grimace and the boy yelled after them cocky: “Daddy says that nothing about the story is true. That there is no emerald city”
    “Maybe.” Homer shrugged his shoulders. “It is a fairy tale. What would we do without fairy tales?”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The connection was truly bad. A vaguely familiar voice fought against the terrible static: It seemed it was one of the recon team that they had sent to the Serpuchov skay a on the railcar.
    “At the Tulskay a … We can … Tulskay a . ” He tried to give their position.
    “Understood, you are at the Tulskay a ”, Istomin yelled into the receiver. “What happened? Why haven’t you returned?”
    “ Tulskay a … Here … You can’t … Everything but …”
    Again and again parts of his sentence were swallowed by the static.
    “What can’t we do? Repeat, what can’t we do?”
    “Don’t storm the station! Everything but storming the station!” It sounded out of the telephone clearly for once.
    “Why?” Asked Istomin “What by the devil is going on?”
    But the voice was no longer to be heard. The static became louder and louder, than the line went dead. Istomin didn’t want to believe it at first and kept the telephone in his hand.
    “What is going on there?” He whispered.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Afterlife (Chapter 3)
     
    That look that the guards on the northern post gave him, Homer would never forget it, as long as he lived. A look filled with admiration and melancholy, like for a fallen hero.
    He could hear the salute shots of the honor regiment in the background. Like a farewell forever.
    The living didn’t get those looks. Homer felt like he climbed the shaky ladder of a small cabin of a plane, unable to land, which the Japanese engineers had upgraded to a machine from hell. The emperor’s flag with the red stripes flattered in the salty wind, on the summery airfield mechanics ran around, motors roared and a thick general with wet eyes, filled with the envy of the samurai raised his hand in a military salute …
    “Why are you so excited?” Asked Achmed the dreaming elderly grimly. He on the other hand wasn’t in a rush to find out what had happened at the Sev astopolskay a .
    His wife was standing near the train track, his oldest son on one hand, a screaming bundle in the other, holding it carefully.
    “It is like a sudden banzai attack: You stand up and run directly at the machine guns.” Homer tried to explain.
    “Courage out of distress. In front of us lies a deadly fire …”
    “No wonder why you call it a suicide-attack.” Growled Achmed and looked back to the tiny bright light at the end of the tunnel. “The right thing for somebody as crazy as you. A normal human doesn’t run straight into a machinegun. Those heroics don’t bring anyone very far”
    The old one didn’t answer immediately. “Well, that’s the thing. When you feel that your time is over you are starting to