‘Essentially we’re being oppressed by NATO fascists. Well, it’s actually more like a Satanic NATO fascist cabal. They control everything, the police, the military, the judiciary, you name it’.
His last words echoed gently then seemed to hang in the mist. But it didn’t feel like mist. It felt on the skin like like a moist bath of pure light. The path was just steep enough to keep you breathing hard. No sun, no landmarks, just the path and the light.
‘Not to mention the media, they’re the worst of the lot. Them and the medical profession, especially psychiatrists. Essentially overpaid torturers. They’ve been torturing me for 11 years.’
Higher up the mist changed colour. A patch of yellow was emerging, the beginnings of a halo, working its way into the light grey of the mist. The cloud was surely about to break. Near the top now and I had to catch up.
‘And who would choose to have monarchy, the worst way to rule anything. Of all the ways human beings could have chosen to organise themselves. Fundamentally It boils down to two things. Two opposing forces. Humanity and inhumanity.’
We reached the top, unbuckled our rucksacks and sat in silence at the foot of the monument. I shared out the sandwiches and poured the tea from the flask. On a better day we would have been able to see the full panorama of the mountains to the south with the golden river snaking through the valley below our feet.