N. Took the Dice (N. a pris les dés...)

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Introduction, movie selection and translation MAZDOSHT

an image

I have had an image in my head for some time It goes on and on like this

It has been a long time now

Those two tall and plump girls With short hair

They are like sisters

I think I know one of them

He is a third year student Sometimes I see him in the university

... his name is

I forgot his name

I'm sure I haven't seen that one girl before

And yet That image comes back to my head

The picture of the two girls who are together

With stretched legs

And their short golden hair

About the stories I hear on TV Something that always seems strange

For example In what they call drama

Events from beginning to end It goes logically

regularly continuous

You feel that an effort was made in the studios

to put Every event in its true place

Bound by strict rules of cause and effect

The same things that happen in the beginning Those who follow

Meanwhile

... those two girls cross my mind again for no reason

for no reason

I will try to explain

These are the stories you see on TV

In this logical and continuous way Reassuringly connected

These are designed to put you to sleep

When real things happen around you

You realize that this is the real issue It is completely different

Police stories on TV always include

Every research element in its right place It ends

Never miss a single component No, there is an excessive component

although small

Everything is explained at the end

Everything becomes clear

Everything has been transferred to something polished and closed

circle

Like a kind of egg

Unbreakable and transparent

Like canned and sterilized food which is healthy and tasteless

...French history for school children

Something like death

In real life or in newspapers

When crime stories And true love

You read the daily news It is never like that

There are things that are incomprehensible They remain

Characters that are true to the end They remain a mystery

Samji details that

They do not fit with other details and structures

They destroy the police, lawyers and psychologists

most of the time

We choose the parts that don't fit let's forget

We pretend we didn't see them

Cautiously, we turn back

Except this There will be no story

There will be no truth and justice

In addition, it is possible to be accused It has made the topic confusing on purpose

to prevent conviction

But I do not do this on purpose

Something that makes me irresistible attraction of things

Or the people around me I can't ignore them

That's exactly what I can't understand

Words out of context

Hints hanging in the air

Unexpected transient images

which are related to each other It seems random

Anything that is inexplicable

For example, this story that I want to say

That's what I'm trying to say

let me tell you

The person in the boat It's hard to tell, but it's me

i have a beard And a big hat

I hide the hair as much as possible

Maybe it's because of the summer sun

That boy right now He got off that big yacht

from a root n

I am there Monitoring

Monitoring came and went No detail is missed

And now I am talking here

I don't know exactly what he does

Obviously, he is not one of us

Not from our acquaintances No, he is a university professor

It has been going back and forth for a while

Like the police or a private detective His head can be found everywhere

Or a TV reporter waiting for the filming crew to arrive

Like most cities around here Our city is a divided city

This man is older Always meditate

It's like he's the narrator Not me

Relatively modern western building by the sea

And a sprawling old city

A place where traditional Arabic architecture is preserved

The same contradictions in the way of covering And the way of life

there is

This one is Cortez's brother

It is easily recognizable from the first one Because he has no beard

My name is N.K (N.K.)

But everyone tells me to be short: N

like the first letter of (nemo)

or navigator or porter

or "Napoleon" someone or other. Or Napoleon or anyone like him whose name starts with "N".

The apartment where I live It has a direct view of the sea

And it has a view of the fishing port

There is a good observation tower here

In summer too You can swim all day

But the beach is dangerous

Water, under the smooth and calm surface Unpredictable

And accidents often happen

We became normal for them And we don't attract much attention anymore

However, this is wise Never go too far from the beach

And for wading near shallow waters

From those unexpected drops They empty your seat and all of a sudden

by invisible deep currents They will be pulled down, stay away

Did I say who is this girl?

In any case, his name escapes my mind at the moment

But I know more or less that Cortez's second brother's fiancee

The one without a beard

Sometimes I think to myself that none of these exist I made these myself

that I saw from the window Some of my friends are in the water

They are playing their usual stupid games

Kurtz brothers behave like this They know more than what they do

Boris Gandeh is pretending to be dead

And then this older stranger who has been around recently

He watches the scene from a distance

Or more likely He is watching the beautiful Mobor woman

which sinks his body incessantly in clear water

...I call him "Eu" because I do not remember his real name

It's like he's taking a wonderful life-giving bath It advertises on TV

And now let's imagine

that this is strange Not a policeman... not a reporter

But instead it is for He plans a wicked act

a kidnapping Or something more complicated

And he is young

Now after swimming He wears clothes and walks along the Medina

On his way home

He falls into a trap very soon

When, where and how?

we will see

Heavy locked doors

Very tall windows With strong iron bars

Pictures of another world In these alleys, he meets with imagination

The streets that still have the sighs of white slaves It echoes

that long ago by handsome pirates to be captured

whose colorful ships .still anchoring in the port

Maybe the trap is this small painting

And yet it looks like a prize

An object fell from the sky

And Kurtz lying on the ground what is he doing

He said he was waiting for me

This must be one of the canvases who draws pictures from postcards

I think the body that he had left It was part of the painting

I only took the painted canvas

He didn't move to stop you?

No! He lay down on the ground He was looking at me

He must be jealous of his brother They are very similar

maybe

He scares me

Did you pay attention? Their voices are exactly the same

yes

Not exactly, almost

That's why this painting It is an insult to the rejected brother

To win the love of the chosen brother

But it can be a sign or sign

Not a gift or prize

But on the contrary It is a starting point for a research

or search

A treasure hunter Or a TV competition

Just the first steps It has been revealed before your eyes

He made his way to those streets

He found a board and hung it on the wall of his room

But more and more by the spies who To be greedy for that object, he was besieged

Now he must show alertness and initiative

If he has to continue the game We follow the small page

Dear female viewers

What are you going on vacation? Are you at home?

Maybe there is a problem You didn't think about it

You will definitely understand In the office or liquor store

On the street, around you At home, in yourself

It is as if things disappear by magic

I look, then I steal

For someone who needs to talk Everything is ready to take

to catch And not being taken

If someone sees me I'm done

I steal without being seen

To protect against thieves

This miraculous little thing It guarantees your peace of mind

And that day For the first time

In the university cafe where we know our own territory

And for the elderly It is considered out of bounds

The man I mentioned earlier we saw

The same man for a few days It revolves around us

And the one who looks like a uniformed policeman

From the drug unit

Go see that I am not followed

I remember

It was the same day that we had a kind We used to play blindfolded