JackieB – Stories and More

SYNOPSIS THE FIVE

I was dangerous. And now I am dead. The lord of the land, that’s what I was. Making millions of dollars every week. Living on the dangerous side of life and loving it. Looking to protect my land and for persons to kill. Whoever came onto my land, disappeared. I had to protect it, so I could make a living. Lying just in between those five hills, it was naturally covered. Invisible to everyone just passing by. Those five hills are symbolic. Used for burial grounds back in the days until now. Graves were dug on the hills, and then they were overgrown with vegetation to cover them up. But underneath the vegetation, there was a landscape of graves. And hiding places. Once in, you’re lost. But I knew every inch of that land. Most of it, I build myself. I set it up myself and I’ve got the map inside my head.

*Music on request*

One day I was busy packing the drugs. You must know, that drugs come in daily and have to be processed the same day. Drugs are made locally and brought to me by the farmers. I did have men working for me but I was used to working with them and so keeping an eye on things and the men. I had this farmhouse on the north side of the land. It looked innocent and it also included a little farm shop. All kinds of people brought their stuff to the shop so no one suspected anything.

That one day I had to prepare a big shipment. That usually was collected from the South side. I had a large storage room over there. So we had to pack it up and take it to the South side on a road that was partly underground and partly through the burial grounds. That was not for everyone. Every once in a while there was someone new working for me who got scared off by the graves. I used to get some boys off the street since this was a poor country. Always lots of working hands available, and I liked them young, so I could influence them. I never told them everything, only what they needed to know.

My name is Enrico Salazar. The land had another purpose to me. It was also a hiding place for another hobby of mine. Hunting and killing. Those boys from the street, no one would miss them. They were often from poor families who couldn’t take care of them anymore. Every once in a while, I would take one for a “nightly adventure”. I lured them in, making a promise of more work. We would then go further into the middle of the land. I released them and told them my true intentions, which often made them run. Then I took my rifle and followed.

I’ve got a lot of stories to tell. One night, I was working in the dungeon I built. It was a hiding place for me where I also kept bodies. The special ones. The ones I tortured. Or the ones that made me run for it. The ones that hid for me. I hung them on a hook on the wall. Sometimes still alive. I had lots of fun in my dungeon. Lots of people on those walls too. So I was working there one night. Things had to be cleaned up, those bodies fell apart after some time and I have to kind of put them together again.

When a country is poor, it opens a lot of possibilities for people like me. Other people are at my disposal and nobody cares. The crimes I commit are not looked into and are not even known. So I could roam free my whole life. And I did!

There were many women in my life. If I wanted one, I just picked them up, promising them work. Usually household work or work in the garden. They saw my car and thought I was rich. I liked them the younger the better. The older I got, the more difficult it was for me to get them to go with me. So I asked my friend Anna to go with me. We have been friends since our childhood, we grew up together. And she learned what we had to do to get somewhere. To get money. To get what we want. When you have a rough childhood, you get kind of numb. You get used to seeing bad things and doing bad things. If money is involved, it’s just you or me. You get kind of twisted when you have a rough childhood. Some people get just evil. And that’s what happened to me.

So from a young age, I was on the prowl. Hunting for money and hunting to get rid of that urge I had. The urge to kill. The urge to kill came from being mistreated and being ignored, so I know now. I could kill someone because of that. Time after time. And I did it till the day I died. I must have killed hundreds of people in my lifetime. I was 68 when I died. I died because I wanted to kill one too many. He was stronger than me so that got me killed. And then he got lost in the dungeon. He couldn’t get out! Around the dungeon is a maze. To make things even harder. No one ever got out. Over the years I had lots of people trying to escape me, but I always got them in the end.

I earned a lot of money but stayed under the radar. I believed that was the safest. Just my little farm shop and my little house behind the shop. Looking innocent. The woods behind the shop were just there. They also belonged to me, only admissible through a small footpath behind my house. There was also a fence around my property, so that kept everyone out. The perfect hiding place.

SYNOPSIS THE ICE OF WINTER

It was cold that morning when I walked up to the barracks. I wondered what people were brought in. And if they were usable for my investigations. I was always working on investigations. As a doctor, there was always something I wanted to know. Here in the barracks, I was living my dream. With lots of Guinee pigs at my disposal, I had only to choose. I usually started questioning the new people who were brought in. All about their medical history throughout their life. All about their family and their medical history. I was looking for all that was strange. All the things that I did not know about. Or twins. Brothers and sisters. People who looked alike. I did tests on those people. All kinds of tests. Mostly without sedation. Nobody cared. They were going to die anyway. Going to the gas chambers. Orders from above. Orders that made all kinds of people rise up for the occasion. People who loved power. People who liked to hurt other people but couldn’t express that kind of behavior in ordinary life. As a doctor, you make a promise to heal people. To make them better to the most of your abilities. With Hitler coming to power, all things good were made wrong. All my abilities were put to work at the dark side, but assumingly to the good side. But I didn’t mind, I did what I was told to do. Investigation of the human body. Investigation on bodies of people who didn’t matter. Who didn’t belong to our strong Arian race. We couldn’t investigate on ourselves? Not the things I planned to do.

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Intro: Black Celebration by Depeche Mode

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I felt proud to be the all-important Arian doctor. I really made it. At 36 years old I made it to this important position as a doctor at camp Bergen-Belsen. Not a doctor in the normal meaning of the word, but a person with medical knowledge to conduct experiments on people in the camp. Especially experiments on how to kill and dispose of people in the fastest way. On an almost industrial level. We didn’t want to spend money on food for them when they had to be killed anyway. And we got thousands and thousands of people coming in at one point in time. So it had to happen fast and without any stagnation or trouble.

Not the kind of thing I thought of first when becoming a doctor. But I had this other side to my character that was not known to people. In ordinary life, I did not show this side. It was too extreme and not tolerated. But the impossible became possible as soon as the war started. The new leader brought new rules and new ideas. Suddenly, the impossible became the way to go.

It was a disorder in my head that made me able to do this kind of work. To be this kind of man. I knew that I was different from my teen years. I was intelligent. I made it through school and University easily. Passing cum laude. I knew it was not normal to enjoy to see people in pain or die. Or wanting to murder people. Common sense kept me from murdering people as I knew I would go to prison when I got caught and I would not take that risk. I wanted to become a doctor when I came to know that I could so work with dead bodies. I became a medical examiner. I could use my knowledge of how people became to die when the war started. I just turned the whole thing around.

When Hitler came in the picture, with all his ideas of keeping our Arian race clean, I offered my ideas and expertise. The idea of murdering great amounts of people was exciting to me. And it was made legal! It was the job of my life! I dived right into it as soon as I got my appointment. I became to work at different camps. I set it all up. My ideas were met with excitement. Wow! So many people, in so little time? Will it work? Let’s try. Let’s build those gas chambers. Let’s build those ovens. And so it happened.

Was it bad, what I was doing? Of course. That was not how I was brought up! My mother always told me to be kind to everyone, and that killing was a sin. You would go to hell! But if I wouldn’t do it, someone else would. Orders from above. It made me feel innocent. Like I was free to do what I wanted. The guilt was not on me and I could do all that I wanted. The Fuhrer was happy with all the progress we made. We made a start and could go now at full throttle.

I didn’t think about the injustice against the Jews, Roma, and Sinti or any person that was killed. My head just wasn’t build that way. The pain these people had to go through, it only made me happy to work this job. With Hitler, the world had a great mastermind of evil, and I was just happy to participate. So choose your leader wisely. It’s not only him who is coming to power but also the ones he is bringing with him.

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Nanette

We were brought into the shower. We had no choice. We were not used to showing our nakedness to other people. But after cutting our hair the feeling dawned that evil had come upon us and that there was no escaping. Lots of people were standing with us in this room. We were waiting for the water to run but suddenly people were falling down. My mother covered me, so no people would fall on me. People started to panic and wanted to get out of the room. People started choking and couldn’t get air. I was feeling sick to my stomach. Still hiding beneath my mom in a corner of the room on the floor I sat quietly. Being so little I didn’t understand what was happening. It went quiet in the room and everybody had laid down on the floor. I wanted to ask my mom what had happened but she was asleep. I could not wake her up, I felt so sad! Suddenly men came in. I was still hiding beneath my mom so they wouldn’t see me. The men started dragging all the people out, by their arms or legs. I still didn’t understand it. Suddenly a man grabbed me and then my mother. I was so scared! He looked at me, he must have seen that I was awake. He grabbed me and took me to a room, it was hot in there…. 

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Haevn – We are

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This screenplay is not entirely finished yet

SYNOPSIS BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN

When I was a little boy, I thought life was good. Then my mom went away, and all fell apart. She left me, and I didn’t understand it. It broke my heart and I never managed to understand it. How can you leave your kids? Just for a guy you never knew before, who isn’t family. And you just went off with him. Like we never existed. We couldn’t make it without her. We were out and about in the streets, trying to get some food. Life was tough.

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The man took me to work on other farms. He hired me out to other farmers. I am sure he made good money out of me. As soon as school was done and in the summer vacation, I had to work hard. After all, he wasn’t that much of the father figure I saw in him at first. It was only for the money. But at least I got a place to stay and I could go to school. I got some friends at school, we were always hanging around. At one moment I left the man, he took too much advantage of me and I had to leave school anyway. I went and stayed with one of my school friends, Peter. Me and him were always walking around town at night, up to no good. Looking for a house to break in.

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Obviously, she didn’t agree, but I didn’t mind that. It made it all just more enjoyable for me. Somehow something went wrong when I was a kid. Love never was important. Love never was a reason to stay. It was just money and sex, that’s what I learned. And that was where I lived by.

(J) Look at that house. The lights are still on. I wonder what’s going on in there (Jim and Peter are again driving through town and are in a neighborhood with big houses) (J) I want to go there and take a look. (P) Are you mad? They will see us! (J) We’ll be careful. Let’s go. (They peep through the window and see a man and a woman arguing) (J) That’s a good looking woman (whispering), I want to have a bit of fun with her (P) Hey man, I don’t want to do this. (Peter is not happy but follows Jim. They sneak through the open backdoor and enter the house) (J) Cover your face! (whispers) (Jim takes a gun out of his pocket and steps into the room. His tall presence is enough to quiet the man and the woman. They look at him in fear. Peter is standing somewhat behind, waiting what Jim will do. (Man) What do you want? (J) Hands up! Both of you! (Jim nods at Peter and says) Take him and let him show you where the money is. (Peter takes away the man so Jim is alone with the woman. She looks at him very scared. (J whispers with ominous voice) Don’t say a word and don’t scream or I’ll hit you. (Jim grabs her and throws her onto the couch, but the woman does not intend to cooperate and tries to run off. Jim grabs her and hits her in the face with a flat hand. He puts his arm around her face, covering her mouth and takes her from behind. Then he leaves the room, leaving the woman crying. He meets Peter, who has a large sum of money. After they threatened the man and the woman, they leave the house). Playing: Midnight Rambler – The Rolling Stones

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One member of the opposite party lost his life. Sometimes I don’t know my strength and this was one of those days. It was also the day I started with a new hobby. Killing. Knowing it was not allowed made me careful. I was not going around all into the open and make my killings visible. I had to be cunning and shrewd. That first killing made me hungry for more. To see the light flow out of his eyes. And see the fear in the eyes of the others. That made me feel even better. It felt good. The best feeling ever. Maybe better than sex.

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Killing was one thing. Getting rid of the bodies another. I didn’t want my “work” visible so I thought about how to get rid of bodies and how not to get caught. Well, practice makes perfect so they say. Till one day.

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So I was asked by The Brotherhood. It was a courtship. They were nice people. Friendly, personable, big and strong. All I wanted to be. They sucked me into this before I knew what it really was. But it was definitely safer than staying alone. Everyone in prison needs somebody to watch his back. Otherwise, you’ll be in danger. I was asked to read things. They gave me books. Also, I was asked to do a test. When I did the test, they would let me in as a team member. I had to “make my bones”. That meant: killing someone, or at least: harm them in a big way. So I did. Nothing new.

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I started reading the books they gave me. Among others, there was a book of Chinese general, military strategist, writer, and philosopher Sun Tzu, The Art of War. I was totally impressed. I read it until I knew it by heart. And we lived by it. The Aryan Brotherhood was not just a prison gang. They worked with military precision when things needed to be done. And they were heavily involved in the prison drugs trade.

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One of the other books I got was a medical dictionary. All about arteries and critical points of the human body. Very interesting. Very useful too, in our line of work. That opened some new possibilities for me. How to kill someone when you are not there, for example.

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One of the songs playing: Seek and destroy by Metallica right from the beginning

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I know I didn’t help too much. I know I made lots of men’s lives miserable. People were often terrified of me. They knew when they didn’t do what I want, I would kill them. And they had seen me do it. I made sure that I was seen. As a warning sign to the others. We wouldn’t take threats from other gangs. We didn’t let them intimidate us. Them being with larger quantities, we were smarter. We would always see a way to get them. And it would hurt. And it would be bloody. The system created us and we were building on it. (Please voice over this chapter when showing the group closing in another gang to fight) Playing: Shock to the System by Billy Idol

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(So Jim writes a coded letter to his Hell’s Angels contact outside and asks him to search for the lost members. When not found, Jim ordered one of the guy’s father to be shot) (The letter arrived at the warehouse where the head of the Hell’s Angels chapter there, opened it) Hey guys, are they found yet? We are ordered to keep searching. When they are not found, we have to get to the father of one of them. We have to solve this. And we need other men to run the drugs. We need to step up here. We can’t let this happen again. Anyone who wants to take this job? (Hell’s Angel) We did a lot of searching already. We’ve been asking around everywhere. In every bar and strip club in town. And we’ve been to their family already. They have no idea where they are and they haven’t been in contact. They totally vanished from the face of the earth. (Hell’s Angel) They must have been caught by the police. (Head of chapter) The Brotherhood wants us to retaliate. If we can’t get them, we have to get a family member. Those are the rules. I want you Gary and you Tom to start running drugs. You are two of our oldest and most reliable members. Don’t disappoint me. We can’t have any more slipups. This is serious business. The Brotherhood is the biggest drug selling group in California. We are proud to be a part of that. Let’s try to be the biggest in the nation.

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One day I was walking in the yard, on my own. I was looking at the plants. One of my jobs was to take care of them. To keep them healthy. I loved those plants. They gave me something to do, to take care of. To be in nature. I wasn’t paying attention for one moment. I know I have to be alert, but the one moment that I wasn’t, I got attacked from behind. I knew that was the moment I feared for, for a long time. They must have planned this thoroughly and watched me closely. I knew there were some new guys around. Mexican Mafia guys who had debriefed and were placed on my yard. I had seen them and studied them too. I knew who they were. But that couldn’t help me now, laying on the ground. There were 2 of them and they kept on slashing me. But the first blow had been deadly already. Right in my neck, in my aorta. I bled profusely. And of course, they were not helping me. They made sure I died. I know one of them had a tattoo of a monkey on his arm. At least, that’s what it looked like. As soon as they saw that I was dead, they ran. I am sure they got the Brotherhood money now. That’s how it goes. Blood in, Blood out.  

11 Parts 17 songs – all matched to the story by their lyrics This story covers several decades so the songs are from the 60s till the present time

Synopsis The Gates of no Return

It was a beautiful day in Kandahar, the day I died. We’ve been on a mission fighting the Taliban. A terrible battle which we only just won. My superior Andy called me and told me we had to do just one thing. A group of men was seen on the mountain and we had to go there to take them out. We were with 4. Andy did not go with us. It was dark when we sneaked out to the mountain. We agreed to go by car the first part of the journey, and then on foot up the mountain to what Andy thought was their hiding place. Just before we wanted to park the car there was one big explosion. It ripped the car open and got me torn into pieces. The other 3 were dead as well. Someone had made sure we were not coming back.

Playing: Shinedown – State of my head

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Many of those villagers depended for their income on the growth of poppies. I got attracted to that right away. Seeing opportunities for providing some extra income for myself. I slowly got my friends into this. Not that enthusiastic in the beginning but seeing the benefits as it went on. We had to be very careful. Meeting our Afghan partners during the day and night. Taking the goods with us. We had to hide the goods in our camp. We buried it deep into the sand until it was time to send it home on one of our planes. I made arrangements to get it picked up from the airport. The advantage of having friends everywhere. Our friend at the airport picked it up, divided it and sent it by mail to our homes, to be sold later.

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(Arriving by car – Walking around the poppy field) (M) Hey man, nice field do you have here. Are you selling? (Afghan field laborer – looking suspicious) You have to talk to my boss. Let me take you to him. (Arriving at a little house near the field) Laborer knocks on the door and goes in. Talks in Afghan to a man in the house. The man comes out of the house and says to M: You are interested in buying poppies? What’s your name? My name is Aswad. (They are shaking hands) (M) Hi, I am Mark (A) Are you from the base close by? (M) Yeah, I drove around to look at the fields and I saw your man working there and I thought: Let’s make a chat. See if I can buy some. (A) Well, you can. I have some in store right now. How much do you want? (M) Do you have an ounce? (A) Sure. Wait here. I will get it. (A goes into the house and comes back 5 min. later) (A) Here it is (M) Thanks. M pays A and leaves.

(Dan) Those are no ordinary men! Those are trained fighters! (A) Let’s take these 4 guys to the camp and question them. Put them in the truck! (Truck has been called) And search the place thoroughly! (They search the place and they find more ammunition and arms plus a few rocket launchers) (A) It’s possible that this place is used as a headquarter. We might have caught a few big shots. (M) Yeah, I hope so! (A) Let’s close this thing up and go to camp. Do you have that book we found? We have to call in a translator. Hear what he has to say about it.

(Translator is called in and starts reading the book) (T) It looks like a diary. I see names, telephone numbers, addresses…. I see orders of weapons, how much they ordered, what they ordered and from who.

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It seemed easy to get away with murder. I got all things covered again. We planned a big shipment of drugs and I wanted it to go smoothly. Missions during daytime and doing business at night. I felt oozing with life. I felt I couldn’t be without the excitement of doing illegal business. In that country, everybody was looking for opportunities. I felt right at home. Being a big guy it was easy to keep people under control. They listened to me and I could easily persuade them.  

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Me being in the drug business, I got to know many people. And they knew a lot of things and a lot of other people. I came across a lot of information like that. I used this to set up people who came to cross me in the drug world. People who tried to damage me or tried to rat on me. With friends working for me in the camp, I usually saw all incoming information first. I had a lot of control out in this world. And I used that to my advantage. My business was booming and we got rid of the Taliban. Great combination!

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So we were sure. And it had to be bombed. We planned that carefully. It became the biggest explosion I had ever seen. The amount of ammunition in there was much more than we thought it was. It was huge! Many casualties. It looked like we had them right at the moment they were together for a meeting or together planning to go somewhere with the bombs. Right on time, we were. It was hard to see those dead bodies, probably burned alive, but I didn’t think about that for too long. We just saved many ordinary civilians on probably the market in the city. I closed myself off for that. Otherwise, I couldn’t do my job. But it ate me from the inside.

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I opened a strip club. Since I couldn’t let Ahmed do that, I hired Martin. Martin already had experience with strip clubs. I knew too much about him, so I knew I could trust him. I used to go to the last strip club he owned. But he got busted and his club was closed. Maybe not that smart to do business with him. But he knew all the tricks of the trade. We set up a good plan and a good deal. Martin was black. And looked just like an old fashioned pimp. That guy was so funny! We could get along very well. We were going to sell drugs there, and it was a good place to launder money.

(M) Hey Martin! How are you? Good to see you! (They are meeting each other in the street) (Martin) Hey Mark! Long time no see! I am good I am good! (M) What happened to your club? (Martin) O well, It got busted! Not too happy about that. You know, cops came in, and I didn’t do anything wrong. Just sitting there, looking at the girls, you know? (acting all innocent) (M) Yeah, I know you (laughing) (Martin) They closed it all up. (M) Looking for a new job? (Martin) Do you have one for me? (M) I might…. Let’s go to this bar. Let’s talk.

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I didn’t want to cut him in too much. That would give him more power over me as he came to know how big the business really was.

But he found out anyway. And we got into a really big argument. He threatened to give me up to the authorities. I threatened to take down the whole camp with me if he tried to give me up. And I could do that. I had drugs stashed everywhere. He had no power over me and he knew it. And that made him very very angry. He knew that he had to be very careful. 

(Andy) How big ís your business Mark? (one day at the office at camp) (M) O well, not that big. Why do you want to know? (A) I like to keep myself informed. I like to know what you are doing. And I have the idea that you are doing a lót more than you tell me. Can you show me how much you have in store at the moment? (M) Ok. No problem. (M takes A to a cleaning closet in the barracks, looks if no one is there and quickly takes out all the stuff and lifts the floorboards) (M) This is it. (there are 4 small packages in there) (A) Is that all you’ve got? (M) I have just sent something home on the last plane. But this is all there is at the moment, yeah. (Andy looks like he doesn’t believe any of it. Mark closes everything up and they go back to the office) (A) Why do I not believe you? (M) This is it. Can’t help it. Next week I have probably more. I will let you know ( tries to walks away) (A) Do you think I am a fool?? Don’t you think I don’t know what you are doing?! (Mark looks disturbed and a little angry) (A) You know your whole business is depending on me don’t you? (angry) You do what I want or I’ll give you up to the authorities! And I want you to tell me exactly what you do, or what you are going to do, and how much drugs you stashed wherever you stashed it, in how many places and how much money you have and you are going to earn!! Right now! (Mark grabs Andy by the throat and brings his face right into Andy’s face) (M) The moment you rat on me to whatever authority I will take you down, and the whole regiment with it! (very threatening) I have been keeping a log on what you did for me and I stashed it away good. The moment you tell someone just a tiny little thing, they will put the whole camp under investigation, and you will never know what comes up! So be careful with what you say and do…. (Andy punches Mark hard in the face and they roll on the floor fighting)

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(Armineh) Oh, it’s so great to see you! (runs towards Mark when he comes in. They kiss and hug) (M) We made it! You are here! I am so glad that it all worked out well! How was your flight? (A) It was strange to travel on my own, but I got used to it fast. It is so different here! I have to get other clothes, can we go shopping? (charming and smiling) (M) I’ve just got in! Let me get some sleep first and then we go shopping. (A) Mmmm, sleep is ok too (looks seductive) (…………………………………………)

I was as happy as can be when I saw her again. I needed a holiday too, after a very busy and stressful time. I wanted to wait with introducing her to my parents, who were living in another state (Ohio) anyway. I didn’t even tell them I was home. Armineh was all I wanted to see. Maybe a little sooner than expected, a baby was on the way. With all the things I could plan and could take care of this one was a surprise. Just out of nowhere. Like it was the first baby ever born. I couldn’t be there when the baby would be born, I had to be back to Afghanistan. I was very sad I had to leave her but I had to be back there. That made me think of quitting the army and settling permanently in The States. Maybe find a decent job here and not working with drugs anymore. Just be a father.

Playing: Armin van Buuren feat. Sam Martin – Wild Wild Son

27 Parts 24 songs – mostly rock and dance and all matched to the story by their lyrics