Chapter 12: My Very Good Friends
My Very Good Friends are Lena and M. They’re a bit on the secretive side. I don’t mention their names too often because I know they shun publicity and areas outside the VIP zones they’re taken to in sleek, chauffeur-driven cars. At one time Lena was the most famous girl in the world. Now she’s all but forgotten like Katya and Samantha, the little girls who played the role of angels to make peace between Russia and America. And the closer the event, the more distant the memory. People will know more about a skull dug up out of centuries of soil strata from its DNA. Small-scale Rosetta stones bolster human brain power whereas life today comes crashing down like a waterfall. Are you really going to remember something that is swept away by a foaming torrent? O
