..It was sunday afternoon my nan had picked us up from the airport and we were just arriving at her house. The whole way there i was wondering if my c...usin would be there to greet us. As we pulled up i saw a couple of faces in my nans living room, i thought to myself (it must be her). As we pulled into the driveway my little cousin came running out, and then slowly walking behind was my beautiful delicous ssmantha :brown eyes with dark tanned skin she was wearing tight jeans with a nike. Mene unki kuttiya ke pose me bithaya aur choot mein zor zor se dhakke lagane shuru kar diye.Wo wapas cheekhe lagi par meine ab dhyan naa dete hue usko jam kar choda, wo muje gaaliya de rahi thi, kamine aaram se chod marr jaungi aaaahhhhh…. Uuuufffffffff.Uimaaaaaaaaaaa……… Chodo aaajj to muje phad doooooo………. Uimaaaaaaaaaaaaa….. Marrrre gaiiiiii reeeee…… Mein rakhail hun chodoooooo…..Ye sun kar mein bhi start ho gaya chinal kitna sataya hai tune iss lund ko ab dekh sabka hisab lunga saali randi. We also thought it bad PR to kill a woman, especially since we were mostly environmentalists working to preserve life. That was fine with our security guys, as most of them had had their fill of killing in their former jobs in Iraq or Afghanistan. Once you’ve seen civilian casualties, you really did not want to see another dead non-combatant. For the next two weeks our beautiful stranger eluded our every plot. None of her damage was insurmountable, but it was delaying our operation. We had to. So problems as areas of investigation that I choose according to their concentration accuracies: Forest, Morgue hospital, veterinary clinic, the site of waste treatment, and so on. where stir and grow "foudroyants types": the mushroom, Folle Vilaine, the carcass, the Monster, Energumène, Tree, the Beggar,… One area of investigation has its strengths, movements, number of issues. Man-system, that I strive for, entrecroise to remove references cultural and social benchmarks, to see take shape.