William Burroughs III wiped out with a dirty handkerchief, where he barely saw a monogram, a swaddled forehead. It was a terrible day, and there was not even a gust of wind coming from Gibraltar, which was unbearable. The turquoise of the coast was glittering in the distance between the white buildings of Kasbe as a Fata Morgana. He looked at the cracks between the two rocks on the wall on which he learned. Inside, a small lizard was swaying until then, while Burroughs III did not lean, lazily sunbathing in the daylight of the Tangierian sun.

Everything was flickering.

Like his ancestor, Burroughs III has experimented a lot. Using all the techniques of his much more famous namesake, William thought he would succeed in achieving his literary fame for life.

The book „Naked Lunch“, Burroughs for the first time presents an innovative writing technique known as „cut up“ or „cutout“, originally created by Brion Gysin. This method served to dissect the intricate, linear American thinking by writing „oscillatory“ prose and poetry. Using randomly selected text clippings, stereotypical linguistic constructs were broken up and works were created that potentially carry different meanings and which would influence the served and learned thought circuits. The barrow used another technique, less demanding for readers and translators – the so-called. „Fold-in“ or „folding“ technique. This technique consisted of a diagonal, vertical or horizontal folding of the selected text with the aim of establishing new meanings and links between the words. The eccentric and bold subjects of Burroughs’s work (homosexuality, explicit descriptions of sex, flirt with death, drug addiction), as well as the radicalization of linguistic expression, made his ancestors still the most famous of the celebrities.

Burroughs III had a bit of literary success. The small group of poets even had a reading club in his honor, and sometimes he would also publish a story in a local literary magazine that was published four times a year only on the Internet. However, the Internet was not a local place, and he was worried. Already a large world network with all kinds of literary fish.

He settled in Tangier in August 2017, seeking a blessed Said who, along with many rock stars, William Burroughs, smoked his hashish at the height of his fame. They were young, and William and Said then, like Burroughs III now.

Said Basri Barakat was today one of the most famous tangler art sellers in his terribly modern gallery, in a spacious niche on the side, could have been smoking hashish as it used to be. It was a garden in a white Carrara marble with a hedge that mourned its precious walls. Michelangelo’s Pieta was crying in the same stone, we can add.
Said was a rich man. Although he suffered from rheumatism (in Morocco ?!), he was always amused at the advice of a famous Japanese doctor, Sigeaki Hinohara, who had lived for 105 years, to win the pain.

That’s why he was eagerly waiting for his guest, who announced to him early in the year. With nostalgia, he remembered that some fifty years ago, Tanger was a lively city. How it was spent and what kind of crazy fun were. Pink, blue, fun with hats … Eh. Sex and drugs. Music and avantgarde. And tourists were not penguins, as now. He did not pull his hands into his pockets, and he looked up irritably, looking through the impenetrable glass of his gallery to the beautiful central square of Kasbe.

When, finally, Burroughs III received a deep feeling of nausea from the heat (nevertheless, he was not Indiana Jones to tolerate the African climate with ease). Seid was quicker pulling him away, as much as possible, because he was still in a deep age, in the garden which, besides the sheds, cooled the system of artificial rain. The maid brought a bottle of cold water, which Barouz III measured with pleasure after the original gully wash.

He took him to a luxurious ottoman and immediately set fire to the top full of the top Royal Afghans hashish. The best comes from the northern parts, between the Hindu Kush massif and the Russian border (Balkh, Mazar-i-Sharif). Outside the dark brown color, almost black, inside was dark green on the inside. This one was a lot soft and easy to swallow. The smell, as well as the taste, was quite strong, practically spicy, with a fairly sharp smoke on which the coconut oil smelled. The feeling was very body-type, almost narcotic.

Said talked to him about pastimes, laughing underneath his still-flattened mustache, dropping fez tarboosh to the top of his cheek. Burroughs III constantly asked for his namesake, especially for the death of Joan Vollmer, his wife, who killed the lone man, Gogol, although he said in his defense that death was a coincidence. In the original statement, the writer said that he and a woman under the influence of alcohol played the game about William Tell when the writer tried to hit a glass of water on his wife’s head. He shot and killed Joan. However, after consulting with his lawyer, he changed the story and stated that he had cleaned the pistol, which he accidentally fired. He was convicted after a controversial trial lasting a year, which marked bribery of judges by his brother’s brother. However, he spent only two weeks in prison.

Burroughs said years later that the death of his unmarried wife had influenced him to become a great writer.

Said was pulling a particularly long heartbeat of the hash, saying that it was before his time and that he had never met his wife, just a writer.

He asked Burroughs III, finally, when both of them were sitting rather stunned, why he came to him, in Tangier.

Burroughs III was embroiled in a rambling inspiration and pilgrimage.

Said Basri Barakat pulled out another long heart, looked at him with an amber bottle and said calmly: „You should not seek anything, everything will come.“

Behind his back, a rifle fired.