A new year - A new Glint

A massively destructive storm passed through the People's Republic of Glint, causing major damage throughout the country. This of course did not mean the end of our Glint but the chance for our builders to create a complete new picture. Glint has never been more beautiful than as it is now. There are green valleys and flowers everwhere and the most enchanting buildings. And I have a new home now. A cottage, very open to let in the warm air that sourrounds us. Its very hot. I have not done much apart from setting up my furniture and visiting V in the Bordello. All the people I know well are still here. I haven't seen a lot of newcomers.

Snow Queen

Winter broke into Glint over night. Everything is under a thick blanket of snow. Snowflakes dancing from the sky in an endless row like tiny balletdancers. Its so cold that the shoe law was lifted for a while and it feels strange to walk in boots after such a long time being barefoot.
I like the snow. It soothes my heart to see everything covered up. Everything seems softer, quieter. And the coldness matches my soul well.
It took a while but I must accept the fact now that I will never be able to get over this thing that happend with Defiant. It will never be solved. Its like an open wound that can not heal.
I am the snow queen, there is a splinter of glass in my eye. It distorts my vision and freezes my heart. He won't come and pull it out.

I don't see many people lately but when I do its always the people from the old days. That makes it easier to keep going.
I saw Lacey and Sami and even CE is back.



The most curious event though was the return of Chy. Something has happened to him that made him lose his memory. He can not remember who he is and we are all strangers to him. He thinks he is in a dream and we all are just figments of his imagination. I envy him.
And while we all struggle with our small lives, Glint is shocked by bad news. Cara was kidnapped again. They suspect the UN no less.
Goldfire is on the case and his methods promise success. I think of Cara constantly. I pray she will not be harmed. My own guilt enhances my worries. She forgave me but i still haven't forgiven myself.

Just a nice day amongst friends

It has been a while since I was out and about in town. I had buried myself in the office getting aquainted with my new job but today Dunnagh came home and V invited us over to the Bordello. She has done wonderful things to the place and we admired the new furniture and the dancepoles. I even had a spin on it. Many people came in one by one. Mostly the people who I still know from the old days and that was nice. We talked and then we all watched vb producing the main ingredient for the house special, a popular cocktail served in the Bordello.
Later I slipped back into my offical role and greeted a new visitor. His name is Caz and he sits in a wheelchair. He is a professor. V and Lina were with me and we noticed some posters which state "Stamp out corruption - No pool tables". Now V has just bought some pool tables for the Bordello and we do worry what is in store next...

Howling with the wolves

My new office
A visit from Sir Jarethe


Life is crazy.I had left Glint as a nobody, I came back and now I have been appointed director of tourismn for the PRG. I even got my own office. Right next to Jinn's office who still works as security. Above us is an empty floor and above that comes Defiant's office before you enter the top floor where the office of Presidente Cara is.
My position therefore has changed overnight.
When I moved into my new working place I sat down at my desk and looked behind me out of the window. Below there lies Glint. I can see the walls with the barbwire. A different view. Of the town. Of all the things I have known.
On the wall right from me stands an old file cabinet. In there I have to collect names and dates of offenders. And if there aren't any offenders I have to make them. There are several ways to do that. I have instructions.
And of course, as a director of tourismn I have to greet all visitors, make them comfortable, make them stay. This is not new to me. Its exactly what I had to do when I was still a house slave here. But that was...oh...so long ago.
Sir Jarethe visited me in my office and told me something about an insurance I have to take out as I now work for the government. And because I could not produce that paper right away, he asked me to drop my skirt. Again, nothing new. I had to do that all the time when I was still a house slave. But because I am not a house slave now but a, oh so well respected director of tourismn I refused to follow his order. The result was that he cut it off my body. Ava was there and Alley and Jez, watching it all. So on my first day as a government official I was standing pressed to the wall with my skirt around my ankles and Jarethe's knife digging into my flesh. Welcome to the team, Gera. Congratulations.
I want to make this work though. I will take this chance. I know it means to change completely. But if there ever was the time for a change, it is now. When I had left Glint I was lost and my heart and mind were empty. Now I can start to fill this mind and heart with something new.

Coming home to a different city

I stood at the gate and hesitated before I slowly walked through. High walls surround the city now, with barbwire attached to the top. The sky is dark. The sun has vanished. There has been a terrible attack by the UN , I heard. The whole city was destroyed but they rebuilt it. As I walked in I saw high dark buildings. They almost reach the black skies. Here it is, the new Dark Den.

Like a road movie

When Moose and I left Glint, the sky was grey. The sun hidden by thick heavy clouds. We walked up to the docks, carried our heavy bags over to the hangar. No helicopters that day so we took the waterway. I carry determination in my battered bag. And a craving for peace of mind. When we'll come back I am sure my hair has grown and I can be again the one that I was.

Dead horse

It is over now. Everything said and done. I confessed my crime and was sentenced. La Presidente Cara was kind and understanding and I deeply regret that I had not trusted her before. Maybe none of this would have happened, had I not lost trust in her and in everybody else. I have lived here for a very long time now. I have seen three changes of government, I've seen police chiefs and security chiefs come and go. Glint is a very tough place to live. You have to be very strong and hardened up to survive here. And yet i have managed to survive here for a very long time now. I've always had my own way to cope . I embraced when I was attacked, I loved when there was hate all around me. I stuck flowers into their canons. And for a while this seemed to be working. I firmly believed that is it possible to fight ignorance and hate with love and understanding. Many times was I challenged to give up my so called naive attitude, but I always managed to keep it because I knew that in the end it helps me to survive here.
Of course an attitude like this will cause harsh reactions. Glint has many rules, it's not just about underwear and shoes. The rules are: Be strong, don't show feelings. Don't show your love, your fear, your sadness., your jealousy, your passion. If you do, people will call you a sheep. And they will lash out at you and destroy you. There is a good reason for not showing feeling. Feelings make you vulnerable and allow everybody else to control and use you.
Feelings break your neck,...your heart, ...your soul.
I should have guarded my heart better.
I should write about Alley, Defiant, Jez and Dunnagh. About how I left true love to seek out the one who broke me, how I was hurt so terribly, far worse than any punishment I have ever recieved. But I can't.
This dead horse can't be flogged no more.