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Chapter 8 I'm tearing up all the conversation patterns I've prepared for him. Poor guy, I feel sorry for him even a little bit. - In the holy books it is written about how to comprehend God. Read it - he gives me a stack of colored pamphlets. - Already comprehend? You seem to have promised to introduce us to each other - yes, I'm frankly mocking you, but my conscience doesn't bother me for some reason. - God loves you, - says Mormon stubbornly. They are probably taught that every time a door slams on their nose, it values them even more...

Chapter 7. Continuation 4 I definitely said something wrong. I'm so sorry, but I have no idea how to fix it, so I just shut up and wait for Sam's dark thoughts to fade like a tropical storm. But that doesn't happen. - Do you want to go to the salt lakes? Or on the way to the hotel we'll find a normal cafe and get drunk with Chinese noodles and sausages from the belly? - says Ding. I don't think he's planning this, but his tone of voice is pretty pitiful. - By the way, our hotel has a cool pool hall...

Chapter 7. Continuation 3 I hate museums. All this dusty waste paper and angry aunts in the corners that don't let you touch anything. I was once at the Portland History Museum, hiding there from the rain on the day of the free visit. Impressions remained the most unpleasant. But this museum turned out to be different. We entered the first hall, and I almost rushed back from the unexpected, so strange it was in the afternoon sun to be in total darkness. Of course, my eyes gradually got used to...

Chapter 7. Continuation 2 Of course, I am fascinated by the city tour, but the imaginary variety of sights quickly bores me. Almost every corner here belongs to the Mormon sect. Mormon Church, Mormon Park, Mormon Hospital, City Library with the same prefix in the name on the facade. All of this is open to ordinary mortals, but the constant invisible division into two classes is worse than in India with their casts. I wasn't in India, but I considered one Hindu-hustler as my friend for a while. That's what he told me...

Chapter 7. Continuation 1 By the way, I'm not so scared anymore. No, Winchester's still jarring, we get a signal, and the drivers of the neighboring cars are screaming in the lowered windows. But I don't have time to think about a possible death. I sucked a litre of mineral water into my body this morning to get rid of the taste of the pasta in my mouth, so now my thoughts are centered around the beautiful white toilet, which is waiting for me to give me an unearthly pleasure. Of course, I'd be happy to have a brush, too, and I'm very happy to...