affame_le_geant_ich_bin_bereit fyn gula jamjar buzznudder heard boffden say hello on the other end. it was the voice of reason, as if he had a father. one who used to speak to him and tell him what an amazing son he was, made him feel fullfilled, enlarged his poverty to behold the vast richness of his simple existence. made him laugh. made him love his own life. inspired him to love others. he blinked his eyes and the memory was gone. he hurtled back to reality. "die vogel haben schutzende schilder," jamjar said, informing boffden that the portuguese rescue squad had protective shields. "unsere widerhaken sind unbrauchbar." he spoke of the attack's futility. boffden did not seem surprised. maintaining a sense of balance had always been his succcess when dealing with the tenacity and intelligence of proina. "wieviele sind tot?" boffden asked, wondering how many bees had perished. his tone was succint. "alle abor die fuhrung," jamjar answered, informing him all had died but the leadership. "schicken sie ihnen haus," boffden urged. he wanted jamjar to send them back home. he continued to converse with jamjar, speaking seriously and concise concerning step two of the attack that would involve jamjar's solitary action. he told him the time had come for him to carry out the historical task written from the distant ages, fullfill the prophecy as it appeared in the pages of the sacred book of kemuyl. with bated breath, he informed him that the clock's ticking was about to stop in his world and destiny had arrived; his life would be required in exchange for the advancement of fate. tears formed in jamjar's eyes behind his oakley sunglasses and rolled down his cheeks like rain on the window that looks out to the distant dolomites. "ich bin bereit," he said, sniffling and swallowing back his emotion. "ich werde geehrt." he was both ready and honoured. "gehen sie vorwarts," boffden said, touched by his sensitve willingness. he told him to go forward. "ich vergesse sie nie." he would never forget his bravery. "ihr name ist auf den lippens jader schulebierse." and that his name would be on the lips of every school bee. 020713 what's it to you? who go blather from