When my dogs were young we often played a game when driving either to Budapest or to Vienna to pick up my friends from university<\/p>\n
The game was simple the first to see a railway viaduct scored a point and the creature with the most points at the end of the journey was the winner<\/p>\n
It was easy even I understood the rules.<\/p>\n
But what I did not allow for was that I would become addicted<\/p>\n
I thought I could control the habit but it spiralled out of control and if I did not see a viaduct for any length of time I began to shake<\/p>\n
I can clearly remember my last sighting on the 12th<\/sup> of September this year or the six viaducts I saw on my birthday a couple of years ago<\/p>\n I am beyond any help and have tried to wean myself off by self-harming but that only brings me to orgasm<\/p>\n But what are viaducts?<\/p>\n Well to put it simply they are structures that span a valley or a gap between two higher points so that trains (mainly trains<\/i>) can cross safely<\/p>\n They can be built from a variety of material such as bricks and wood<\/p>\n Most viaducts are quite beautiful<\/p>\n I envy their beauty<\/p>\n The viaducts in the main are given female names such as Hanna and Izabella<\/p>\n I suggested this to to my reflection that I should contact the authorities so that a viaduct could be named after her<\/p>\n She was not impressed<\/p>\n May I sit here? <\/i><\/p>\n I looked up and saw a rather tall woman standing in front of me<\/p>\n She was dressed in what appeared to be a silver suit<\/p>\n Of course<\/i><\/p>\n The railway station gets so crowded at this time of day <\/i><\/p>\n This station always seems to be grounded<\/i><\/p>\n What are you writing?<\/i><\/p>\n I am writing about viaducts <\/i><\/p>\n Viaducts I have been obsessed with them for years \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n I lost my parents in the Bia -Torbagy disaster in 1932<\/i><\/p>\n I am sorry to hear that<\/i><\/p>\n I have been after the bomber since then <\/i><\/p>\n Not a day passes without me thinking of my parents <\/i><\/p>\n They returning from Vienna and were due to meet me here at this station\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n Are you a writer? <\/i><\/p>\n No I destroy trains\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n I suffer from Symphorophilia<\/em><\/p>\n We are all fetishists under our clothes<\/em><\/p>\n I have no sexual organs<\/em><\/p>\n My name is Eszter what is yours?<\/i><\/p>\n Szilveszter<\/i><\/p>\n Do you have another name? <\/i><\/p>\n Matuska<\/i><\/p>\n I do not have a second name my name is just Eszter <\/i><\/p>\n I looked at the woman\u2019s silver suit which was reflecting the artificial light of the station restaurant<\/p>\n Are you a lesbian?<\/i><\/p>\n Why do you ask? <\/i><\/p>\n Because your suit is very fashionable almost punk in appearance<\/i><\/p>\n Punks do not have sexual organs and are often lesbians<\/em><\/p>\n No I have to wear this suit when I am travelling <\/i><\/p>\n Where are you headed? <\/i><\/p>\n Nowhere in particular<\/i><\/p>\n And you? <\/i><\/p>\n Berlin I am going to photograph a number of German viaducts and then destroy them\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n There is one over there<\/i><\/p>\n I have already photographed it <\/i><\/p>\n It\u2019s strange but I planted explosives under the viaduct over an hour ago but the express passed over the structure safely Your explosives were most probably damp <\/i><\/p>\n The weather is very damp <\/i><\/p>\n Maybe<\/i><\/p>\n I walked across a viaduct recently <\/i><\/p>\n That is against the rules <\/i><\/p>\n Nobody saw me <\/i><\/p>\n What did you think of the viaduct? <\/i><\/p>\n It was an impressive structure <\/i><\/p>\n Have you ever been attacked?<\/i><\/p>\n No why do you ask? <\/i><\/p>\n It is not a good idea to cross viaducts you know <\/i><\/p>\n You are an beautiful woman and viaducts do attract the wrong sort \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n It is one of the two ways I travel <\/i><\/p>\n What is the other? <\/i><\/p>\n In my spaceship <\/i><\/p>\n The woman smiled<\/p>\n I would invite you aboard my ship but you are not a train driver <\/i><\/p>\n Does that matter? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes it does<\/i><\/p>\n So you only invite train drivers aboard your spaceship <\/i><\/p>\n Correct <\/i><\/p>\n Why only train drivers? <\/i><\/p>\n So I can breed with them <\/i><\/p>\n Breed with them? <\/i><\/p>\n Yes to replenish my race which is dying <\/i><\/p>\n Really <\/i><\/p>\n You do not believe me <\/i><\/p>\n Yes I do <\/i><\/p>\n What happens to the train drivers?<\/i><\/p>\n The woman looked at me and laughed<\/p>\n You are kidding me <\/i><\/p>\n No it was a sensible question <\/i><\/p>\n Well I eat them of course<\/i><\/p>\n That is why I need endless cups of coffee <\/i><\/p>\n Is that what happened to the driver of the Berlin train? \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n Yes<\/i><\/p>\n He looked diseased to me or at least distressed <\/i><\/p>\n He had a cold but was medically fit <\/i><\/p>\n So you mated with him <\/i><\/p>\n I mated with him in the rest room on the second platform <\/i><\/p>\n What would of happened if he had been infected?<\/i><\/p>\n I would not have mated with him \u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n The only ones I do not mate with are the infected ones\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n What do you do with them? <\/i><\/p>\n I release them <\/i><\/p>\n But what happens if they come forward and tell the cops\u00a0 <\/i><\/p>\n They will not remember anything as you will not remember this conversation<\/i><\/p>\n I am the bomber who killed your parents <\/i><\/p>\n You have located me <\/i><\/p>\n Are you going to kill me? <\/i><\/p>\n No you will kill yourself one out of shame<\/i><\/p>\n History will not record you <\/i><\/p>\n You will be forgotten <\/i><\/p>\n But what about your parents <\/i><\/p>\n I have created new parents <\/i><\/p>\n They await me in my spaceship \u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n The woman in the silver suit stood up and walked towards the automatic doors<\/p>\n She did not turn<\/p>\n Memo to self<\/em><\/p>\n I have just met a woman from outer space who seduces only train drivers and then eats them <\/i><\/p>\n No this sounds too fantastic <\/i><\/p>\n I have just met the oddest woman who said that she was from outer space and that she seduces and consumes train drivers<\/i><\/p>\n I think that she is a little mad <\/i><\/p>\n But then again she has poisoned my coffee<\/i><\/p>\n In ten hours I will collapse on a train in my own vomit <\/i><\/p>\n I will be robbed and my throat will be cut<\/em><\/p>\n My assassin will not be a Hungarian<\/em><\/p>\n But he will kiss me as I die<\/em><\/p>\n Reminder to self <\/i><\/p>\n This might make a good short story <\/i><\/p>\n It was raining as I crossed the viaduct<\/p>\n As I opened my bag to prime my bomb a wave of nausea swept over me<\/p>\n I fell on to the rails and could not move<\/p>\n I was paralysed<\/p>\n The express was due to cross the viaduct in fifteen minutes and its wheels would decapitate me and a trailing pipe that should have been repaired would disembowel what was left of me<\/p>\n I could not see or hear the train<\/p>\n On wet nights trains could be heard from miles away<\/p>\n It was due to have left for Vienna over two hours ago<\/p>\n I wonder if it has suffered staffing difficulties<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Translated by the author <\/i><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When my dogs were young we often played a game when driving either to Budapest or to Vienna to pick up my friends from university The game was simple the first to see a railway viaduct scored a point and the creature with the most points at the end of the journey was the winner […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2756"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2756"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2756\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2756"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2756"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2756"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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