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עמיר רימר
/ The 8 Row

Chapter 1

Mr. Henry James and Mr. Thomas Laurence have finished their
chess game quite early this evening, and decided to call it
for the day. They have started putting the chess pieces one
by one inside the chess box, when suddenly the phone rang.
Mr. Henry picked up the phone and began talking to the
person on the other side of the line, a few seconds later
the two gentlemen's where already on their way to Saint York
hospital due to an emergency.

In the meantime, on the chessboard, something completely
strange and unnatural had began to take place, a white pawn
with a red spot on his head, that was located in square E2
has turned around and noticed that his king was lacking, in
fact, after looking around a bit, he noticed that the king's
entire entourage was mysteriously wiped out from the
chessboard. This occurrence had startled the elder pawn, but
nevertheless, this was, after all, the moment he had long
been waiting for. Without spending much valuable time, the
elder pawn had rushed to square E4. When he arrived there he
turned around and started talking to the 7 remaining pawns
that were left occupying the second row of the white side:

''Warriors of the white realm and defenders of the white
crown, I greet you all good evening. We are all good friends
and battle companions, and we all know each other for quite
a long time now; we have first met each other in the wood
factory where we were created, then in the chess box, and
eventually fighting side by side as brothers on the
battlefield. I must admit that I have long been waiting for
this kind of opportunity, where our sirs are not present, to
address you all and pour my heart so to speak. It seems to
me, I don't want to say that all of us, but some of us at
least, are living in a perpetual coma. Yes, it is a kind of
a blunt statement to throw all of a sudden, but I see its
validity. Some of us has so got use to the hell, we call
living, that we are not even aware that we are living at
hell at all''.

''For crying out loud Jim, said the pawn from square H2 all
of a sudden, what are you talking about?? What hell??''

''Wait Scott, don't get angry with me, I haven't yet
finished, I will now explain what I mean. We call ourselves
the warriors of the white realm, the defenders of the white
crown, and some of us even go so far, as calling us the
keepers of the pure light, but are we really??

We consider ourselves very noble, peaceful warriors, but are
we so noble and peaceful? And last but not least, we say
that our fight against the black warriors is a fight for
definite salvation, a fight not for power or position or
pure greed, but a fight for freedom. And my question is, is
it really?''

John, the pawn from square A2, couldn't keep quiet any
longer and interrupted Jim's speech: ''You are completely
mad Jim, what are you talking about, of course we fight for
definite and complete salvation of our kind, and of course
we fight for keeping and maintaining our freedom, it is
rather silly for you to suggest otherwise.

''Friends, I am not raising a theory that you should accept
or reject, the only thing I am suggesting is for you to
become conscious, become aware of what is happening around
you, and for you to cast doubt on everything that you have
accepted as valid and true.

''For years we have been fighting the black warriors, can
anyone raise is hand, and honestly tell me he knows why?
(There was silence coming back from the pawns), moreover
(Jim continued) did you ever noticed that we never die, we
win or we lose, but we never die, we just return back to our
camp in the end of the battle. And finally, if I may, I want
to talk about the glorious 8 line...''
Mary, the pawn from square D2 who was able to keep quiet
until now has finally lost her temper: ''Are you going to
protest about this marvelous opportunity as well? Can you
not leave alone this one gift that the king has generously
gave us soldiers, without questioning it also to death?''

'' I surely can not, I am afraid to say, that the so called
marvelous opportunity that the king has given us, is really
a rattler in disguise''

''NO!!!''  a scream was heard from one of the pawns

''I am afraid so, my love ones, and I am sorry for waking
you up from your sleep. I am afraid that the so called
''royal ones'' has given us this so called ''sweet'' in
order to blunt our senses and in order to deaden our misery.
They always told us that although it is true that we are
miserable now, if we will reach the 8 line everything will
be different. We will experience a quickening of joy, a
nirvana, a freedom beyond words, lucidity, a timeless
happiness or what you will. And I say to you now, and I hope
you will remember my words, and that these words will echo
in our heads as long as we live, what the royal ones tell us
is completely and totally illusory, it will never ever
happen, not even in a million years''.

''Wait a second, said the pawn from square G2, some of us
warriors did reach the 8 line, and did report about some
magnificent phenomena's which happened, how do you explain
that?''

''I will not Paul, but rather you will answer it for
yourself, is life a continues monotonous dreadful battle
with only tiny almost unseen patches of ecstasy, or can it
be a continues joy dependent of outside circumstances?''

''I don't know'', murmured Paul.

''You say you don't know, and If it was true that would have
been bliss, because you would have start to investigate it
for yourself not relaying on any ''royal ones'', but quite
sadly it seems the you do know, because you have accepted
the authority of the royal ones, and you have accepted this
unfortunate way of living''.

Chapter 2

Molly the cat has just finished eating her dinner, she
licked her red bowl, took a few sips of water from her green
bowl, and went to sleep near the fireplace. She was so eager
to reach the blazing fire that sprang from the fireplace
that she didn't even notice that she had hit Mr. Henry's
favorite mahogany table. Moreover she didn't even take
notice of a white wooden pawn with a red spot on his head,
flying just above her head into the fireplace.

''It is a paradox really'', said Paul, ''Jim gave us a long
and exhausting speech, and in it he said, that we never
really die, but only return to our camp, and now he himself
has not returned home.

''What are we going to do now Paul?'' Cried Mary

''We are not going to do anything!'' said John all of a
sudden, ''when the royal ones return eventually to our
kingdom, we will act as usual, we will act as nothing as
happened''.

A young quiet immature voice was heard from square C2, ''But
something did happened, and we can not ignore it!''

''Who is this!'' said Paul.

''This is Oliver'', said the pawn from square F2, he is a
new pawn on the chessboard, he is replacing ''Jill'', who
like you all remember, was took by Mr. Henry's grandchild.

''A new pawn, or not a new pawn'' said Paul ''we must not be
tempt to any diversions, and stick with our daily familiar
routine, obeying to the masters.

Just before Oliver had a chance to speak, a rattle of keys
was heard from behind the front door.
Chapter 3

''I hope we will not be called again this night for another
emergency operation, I am absolutely devastated''.

''Yes Thomas, I think we all need a good night sleep after
this complicated and exhausting operation''.

''Quite right Henry, let's just play another chess game, and
go to sleep''

The two gentlemen have arranged all the chess pieces in
their place, and was ready to begin playing.

''To tell you the truth Henry, I am too exhausted to play
another game, let's just leave the pieces on the blackboard,
and continue tomorrow''

''By all means Thomas, let's continue tomorrow''.







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בבמה מאז 8/11/07 13:34
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