I look around me. Where am I? How did I arrive here? It looks like a kind of gooey tunnel. The only light is very dim, and it comes from everywhere, like a faint fungal fluorescence. I look at me, and I’m not dressed with my style. What’s this? A simulation? I try to break it by calling the reality with the typical words and gestures, but I’m still here. Nothing changed. Then I remember. The chase. Probably it did this. I swallowed a neuronal virus, and it’s overwriting my sensory input. I’m so stupid. Alright, at least I’m aware of it. At least I’m not drunken here, wherever it is. At least there must be an exit to this game. Therefore I crawl, in a random direction.

I see a bright light, in front of me. Since I can’t believe I need to stay here if the game is called the chase, I move on. Maybe the light is my exit. I’m now very sorry I didn’t ask about the chase before eating it. But what can I say? I’m a particular person, and I know nothing about what needs to be done…

I arrive to a plane. When I look back the entry hole I went out from is in the joint of two hills. It remembers me something, like, sexual. So what now? How do I go out? How do I proceed? I shout my name. No answer, no echoes. I run, trying to make as much distance as possible between me and the hole I left. Suddenly I feel it. Somebody is after me. I feel the goosebumps, I feel it in my spine. Panic. Terror. Coming. Soon. I run. There it is! My salvation is in the shape of a motorbike, laying on the floor. I dedicate a minute to study it. It looks safe enough to be the motorbike of my dreams, and maybe it is. And it looks real enough to be ridden.

I sit and start the engine, and for a while I’m happy. The hole is far away from me now, like 20 virtual kilometers away. A sort of wind blows on my face, not the canned air we get at the customer’s site, nor an artificial one. It feels ancient, like a lost memory. Then I feel it again. There it is, over me, like a falcon. A black shadow, blurry, in camouflage with the sky. I get more speed. The sensation grows. It follows me. It’s over me! Nervous, I jump from the bike, and I see it crashing over a wall.

I feel it again. It didn’t work, my manoeuvre to dodge it. So I continue running, perpendicularly to the trajectory I was having before. Gosh, I would prefer to be drunken than to go through this test before having casual sex! My heart pump, I know it’s an irrational fear, but the other … player… is coming close. I see nothing, and I see a dance of shadows, like phantoms in black, like rags hanging over spiderwebs. I’m soo scared! How long have I been escaping from that shadow? Days? Months? The shadow, blurry and fluctuating like coming from another universe, or another reality,  comes closer. I run, like running for my life, back to the hole I came from, but she gets me in the middle of nowhere. I think I’m going to die of fear when she touches me.

But I don’t. When she touches me, the scenery disappears and I go back to my apartment. She’s in front of me, legs opened. grabbing my hands.

– Good – She says – you’re good also on a chase. I almost lost you! – She smiles – So what do you want to do me now? Or shall I ask?



yum rollback

I always face the same problem, and I always forget what to do. So I write it down, just in case. Scenario is the next: you don’t know if you want to install this program here. Then you try, and it tells you it needs package A. Then package B, and C… and when everything runs, you find out the program is useless. Time to rollback!  Solution found here.

# yum install screen
# yum history
Loaded plugins: product-id, refresh-packagekit, subscription-manager
Updating Red Hat repositories.
ID     | Login user  | Date and time    | Action(s)      | Altered
     8 | root  | 2011-10-03 14:40 | Install        |    1   
# yum history undo 8
Loaded plugins: product-id, refresh-packagekit, subscription-manager

  screen.i686 0:4.0.3-16.el6

The problem is, therefore, reduced to finding out what did you do 😀

My place

– So here’s where you live! – She waved her arms around my living room. We drunk on the way back, and then I remembered I wanted to clean and I didn’t do it. But I thought that that was making the place more natural or more alive. Now I’m not so sure. After a last spin, she jumps into the sofa. – Cozy, and comfortable. – She looks into my eyes – Luxurious but not expensive. And well decorated. Do you have something else to drink around, or shall we go into business directly? – She throws her shoes in the air. I follow their trajectories, wondering if they will end up hitting the ceiling and damaging my illumination system. But they fall without collisions.

– Let me put some music. Let’s talk a little. – She smiles again. Her smile looks genuinely happy. I put The Stokes with a gesture. Not loud, more like white music. Fortunately, they were on the top of my playlist. – What do you do for living?

– Does it matter? – She loses her smile. – Where are those drinks you told me about? – I didn’t tell her about. Of course, I have. I get a couple of glasses, and I fill them with my bourbon, while I wonder if she’s as drunk as she looks like.  And why am I not as drunk as her?

– Not really. – It’s my turn to smile. – I can find out what you do if I want, by myself. – She retracts, with a scared face. Bad move. Then, with a gulp, my bourbon is gone, and she smiles again. – Everybody is online, right? Besides, it’s just an opening line. A bad one. – I move closer to her, and sit on the floor. She looks to my walls, like ignoring my moves. I was not expecting to need an approach, since she proposed it, but that was making the encounter more funny.

– And what do you do, my prince?

– You know, this and that. – I shrug my shoulders the best way I can, and use the opportunity to begin exploring her legs. – I do what I can do. I’m lucky to be born having this already – it’s my turn to wave my arms- and my parents were both wealthy, so I got some savings. – All of that was true. My hand, in the meantime, manages to go under her skirt. It looks like she’s the sex she appears to be. She kindly reacts when I reach it.

– Wait a moment. – She looks into my eyes, smile gone. Suddenly she doesn’t look drunken anymore. – I’d like to have a little bit of more fuel. Will you take it with me?

– Take what?

– A piece of chase, of course. What do you think? – What the hell is that? She searches for something on her bra, and when she finds it, she shows it to me, triumphant. – Here I had it! I was afraid I lost it! – She opens the little flat capsule she just retrieved, not without difficulty. The chase looks like a couple of black disks. She gives me one.  Now I have two choices: I ask or I do the same she does. Since I’m not anymore sharp, I take the easy one.

– Do you want to be chased or to chase me? – I look at her. My hand is still inside her skirt. – Let’s make it fun. I’ll chase you. – She swallow one disk. I do the same. Then the reality blacks out.

GPG key retrieval failure

As you know, I’m not the only root in my place. Somebody else is messing with packages and similar. From time to time (specially on new systems) I get annoying yum errors. For example, like this time, when I try to install epel-release.

root@term05 ~ ## > yum install epel-release
... bla bla bla... 
warning: /var/cache/yum/x86_64/7/
Header V3 RSA/SHA256 Signature, key ID 352c64e5: NOKEY
Public key for epel-release-7-8.noarch.rpm is not installed
epel-release-7-8.noarch.rpm                                                  |  14 kB  00:00:00     
Retrieving key from file:///etc/pki/rpm-gpg/RPM-GPG-KEY-EPEL-7
GPG key retrieval failed: [Errno 14] 
curl#37 - "Couldn't open file /etc/pki/rpm-gpg/RPM-GPG-KEY-EPEL-7"

A simple “ls” reveals that the GPG key is gone:

root@term05 ~ ## > ls /etc/pki/rpm-gpg/
RPM-GPG-KEY-CentOS-7  RPM-GPG-KEY-CentOS-Debug-7  

So we need to get the missing key from somewhere. In my case, the solution is easy: I know that there is another system with yum working fine. I simply rsync the folder from the remote machine:

root@term05 ~ ## > rsync -av root@term03:/etc/pki/rpm-gpg/ 
/etc/pki/rpm-gpg/ --delete-after --progress
...bla bla bla...
        1662 100%    1.59MB/s    0:00:00 (xfer#1, to-check=1/6)
        1722 100%    1.64MB/s    0:00:00 (xfer#2, to-check=0/6)
sent 52 bytes  received 3601 bytes  1461.20 bytes/sec
total size is 7768  speedup is 2.13

If I try now to install epel-release…

root@term05 ~ ## > yum install epel-release
Downloading packages:
warning: /var/cache/yum/x86_64/7/
Header V3 RSA/SHA256 Signature, key ID 352c64e5: NOKEY
Retrieving key from file:///etc/pki/rpm-gpg/RPM-GPG-KEY-EPEL-7
Importing GPG key 0x352C64E5:
 Userid     : "Fedora EPEL (7) <epel@fedoraproject.org>"
 Fingerprint: 91e9 7d7c 4a5e 96f1 7f3e 888f 6a2f aea2 352c 64e5
 From       : /etc/pki/rpm-gpg/RPM-GPG-KEY-EPEL-7
Is this ok [y/N]: y
...bla bla bla..

So it worked! I’m not sure about what to do if I don’t have a “healthy” machine. Also, I’m not sure what produces this error. I’ll keep you posted about these issues.

Coming back

We walk together hand by hand, like ancient lovers. I leave her to ride me to the next tube station. I barely remember the geometry of the Low Lands, since each time I was coming here I was driven by somebody or something else. Suddenly, I get the same feeling. Maybe I got a drink more than needed. No, I didn’t, I still feel my balls.

– You look confused. – She tells me – Are you having second thoughts? – I smile the best way I can – Nice! You know, I think I really like your attitude. – Suddenly I get goosebumps, while I try to remember my school files about men harassment. Anyway, you don’t need to reach the level of harassment, a lot of lonely girls can manipulate men, as men can manipulate women. My police glasses are laying stupidly in my front pocket, otherwise I ask for stats. But I’ll not be so lucky to find that kind of girl. She releases me and run away to some lights in the distance, like 100 meters away. I follow her. She stands in front of a vending machine, close to the the doors of a tube stop. The lights of the stop are flickering, its name dirty. L35? L25? I can’t read it, but I don’t care. Nobody is around. She takes a few cans out of the slot, and put them in her pockets. – Do you want to go to your place or to my place?

– Let’s go to my place – I say. It’s less risky, and after all I know my land.


Somebody said dreaming is what makes us humans. Shakespeare, probably. It’s always him. The Bard. Anyway, I sit on my sofa, sipping my coffee, trying to fix the details of this last one. There was that city on Earth, or I think it’s Earth, with skyscrapers. Or very old big buildings. I don’t know the difference anymore. The streets are empty, and I know that the city itself is mostly deserted. I’m looking for a girl that I know it’s missing. I don’t know why. I don’t remember any search order or something like that. I just know I need to do it. The light of my dream is the one I imagine it comes from a dawn. Then the flood starts to come. First, instead of walking over concrete, or asphalt, or road, whatever that was, I start to splash. Soon the water is reaching my knees, and I look for a higher ground. That I easily find. I climb to a kind of scene on a crossroad, and look to the direction the water is flowing. Then I see her. She lies on the same type of platform that I am, on the opposite corner. She looks dead. I get nervous and jump on the water between us, that is becoming more like a syrup, or mud. I look down. The water has a reddish color, but I ignore the sign. Dreams are like that, looks like I tell to myself. Finally, I climb the stairs to the place she lies, and take her in my arms. She’s wet, partially covered in white rags, but I feel her chest moving with an irregular breath. I try to apply first aids, pressing between her breasts, blowing air into her lungs. After a few coughs, she opens her eyes. They are black. No white. I don’t know where she looks. Is it her? I don’t know either. She needs to be her. She recovers fast, and ignoring me completely, she jumps into the red mud. I see her heading fast far from me, before I react and follow her. I don’t know her name, I know only that I need to save her. Why? Is she the girl on the beach?

Not in the mood

– I’m not sure…I thought you wanted company. – Her smile is insecure, but bright enough, anyway. – I’ve been here for a while. I don’t want to continue wandering.- That was unexpected. So my cover doesn’t want to work as a cover.- You don’t like sex with girls?  – she asks me, suddenly.

– Of course I do – I answer quickly. But I don’t get closer. I have a mission, and she is a part of my plan. – It’s simply that I just arrived, and I heard about that place…- suddenly, she is not anymore smiling. Her lips are of an intense dark red. Like dry blood.

– But you like me, don’t you? – There is only one valid answer to that question. I nod.- OK, then, why should we wander around? Let’s try it! – She jumps over my neck, and try to kiss me. I back off.

– Wait wait wait wait. Are you sober?

– Who cares about those things nowadays ? – I care, specially being a detective, OK, sorry, detective assistant, and knowing that up to now we have only female corpses. – Will you come with me to a more comfortable place?  – She does a sexy move with her shoulders, showing me more of her breasts. I start to hesitate. – It’s so hard, nowadays, to get somebody you can speak with, as I do with you, in a real space… – I finish my drink. She’s really pretty. She really is. And classy. – If you prefer some neutral zone, we can find one around, also…

– Do you like the Stokes? – I ask. She nods.- It’s my favourite band. Maybe we can hear some of their songs at my place or at your place. – She smiles. She has a superb smile. Again she jumps and kiss me. This time, I let it happen, and we join our lips for a few minutes. – Then, it’s agreed. – I say – Let’s go. I’ll get some drinks on the way back, in case we get thirsty. – Her smile shines again. Fuck the Golden Rabbit. It can wait a day more.