My life of continual crime is a bit of a disappointment. Schultz wants me to rob a bank, steal fourteen horses and eliminate an adversary. As second in command it's all up to me. Schulz is on my case and time is an enemy.
I went into hiding and immersed myself in the politics of ancient history, opening up a book of poems from the 14th century. I have trouble sleeping.
It was too hot to sleep so I got up and went out for a walk in the fields. It was less than night and less than day and through the close-gathered mists I spotted Mars glowing deep red in the west. I was coming from eternal darkness, fire and ice. It felt as if I had just left Dante's Inferno and as night gave way to dawn I noticed in the distance a new town rising out of the murky soil. It was as if I saw Montereggioni in a dream, but as I approached the outer walls, I saw the towers moving, almost like trees in a breeze. The heart inside of me almost died when I heard it speak. It wasn't a tower, nor a tree. It was a giant addressing me, speaking in an ancient language. 'I am Og, king of Bashan,' he said or at least that's what I think I heard him say. Another towering giant came forward and I recognised Nimrod, who built Babel's tower and caused there to be more than one language in the world today. An even bigger giant stepped forward and then another and another. One of them bent over to try and pick me up and threatened to take me to the lowest point of evil.
I turned and fled and when I looked back from the edge of the field and saw how the giants, burdened by pain heaped upon pain, went away miserable and demented.