Inside, the hiss of brakes and the chime of departure boards blend into one constant undertone. The high‑speed train to Ankara waits, silver and intent, its nose angled toward the tracks stretching east. Tickets pass through the gate with soft clicks. We find our seats, stowing bags overhead. Outside, the last few passengers hurry along…
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The COMC Files Book V chapter 25
Uruk – A Life Before Time Stone steps led up to a towering ziggurat, bricks still warm from the sun. The plain shimmered below, canals and fields, the lifeblood of a people who bent rivers to their will. The air was heavy with incense and myrrh; doves wheeled above in sunlit spirals. He was broader,…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 24
Back in the Desert The shaman’s chant slowed. The taste of haoma lingered—bitter, sweet, then gone. Tarmo sat under the Iranian sky, tears drying on his cheek; he could not remember shedding them. He understood: the hunger in the warehouse, the ache in the shower, the urgency of seeking Elena was not merely his own,…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 23
Elena lay there, wrapped in a blanket on a makeshift bed in the far corner of a warehouse. Her hair spilt messily over the pillow, her lips parted in the vulnerable slackness of sleep. The only light came from a single streetlamp, its beam cutting through the fractured glass high on the wall. He stepped…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 22
Tehran – Hana Boutique Hotel Real destination next. Mikael’s text is succinct: shaman in Maranjab. Not caravanserai—but past salt lake, dunes eating horizon under star-vault. Tarmo: linen shirt, loose trousers, scarred boots. Downstairs, the Land Cruiser idled, Mikael door-side. Lean man: battered leather jacket, scarf, night-chill doubled. “Reza,” Mikael said. “Ja’far’s pick. Knows desert beyond…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 21
The women arrived just before midnight, delivered without introduction: one in a claret silk slip, the other in a cream dress loose enough to puddle at her ankles when it fell. Their beauty was immediate, smiles deliberate—the kind that promised everything and revealed nothing. Mikael hovered briefly at the door, exchanged standard pleasantries in Farsi,…
“Defusing Fascism”
“Refugees to Rebuilders: Reversing the Rise of Radicalism” After hours of wrestling with Europe’s migration complexities (read rising of fascism), it suddenly hit me – we’re facing an Occam’s Razor moment! You know, that brilliant philosophical principle that the simplest solution is usually the right one. Strip away all the noise, and what emerges is…
Patio and Patria
Dear D As they say above so below or is it underneath…anyway they are referring to mother natures law of micro and macrocosm. Astral planes or plain conspicuous, no matter it functions the same. Also in the human world. So the meddling from our neighbour with the misplaced sense of righteousness is equivalent to and…
The C.O.M.C. Files 