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ÌÉ      DIARY OF A FAMOUS PERSON
ÊË------------------------------------
ÉByÈ Axworthy / Estetic

ÈThis  time  RAW gives you the secret
diary of Gnyuhm Wbgan.  Maybe Gnyuhm
will be famous one day?  Have a look
into his exciting life...

ÊTHE DIARY		

ÉMarch, 3. 1992:
ÈToday I bought you my dear friend..

ÉMarch 4. 1992:
ÈThe  clock  is  now 02:00.  I try to
get  to sleep.  The screendisplay on
my armwrist shows 03:00.  I close my
eyes.

ÉMarch 5. 1992:
ÈPotatoes,   coke,  spaghetti,  mus..
Today  I made a terrible mistake.  I
could  use  a rubber..  Please don't
be angry with me.

ÉMarch 7. 1992:
ÈA  flee  landed  on my table.  It is
approxomately  two centimetres long,
with  four  legs  and  an  arrowlike
tail.  I think it smiles at me!

ÉMarch 9. 1992:
ÈToday   I   had   my   first  sexual
intercourse  - in fact, the flee has
got SIX legs!
ÉMarch 10. 1992:
ÈRosella   got   away  from  me  this
morning.   I  have  never had a flee
with such a personality.

ÉMarch 11. 1992:
ÈAt  9:00  pm  there  was  a terrible
crash,   and  I  suddenly  got  many
friends.  Funny though, every single
one   of   them   claims   to  be  a
meteor-expert..

ÉApril 1. 2098:
ÈBack to the future.

ÉMarch 12. 1992:
ÈI  heard  a rumour that a meteor has
landed nearby.
ÉMarch 13. 1992:
ÈI  just  heard  that it landed in my
garden.

ÉMarch 14. 1992:
ÈI   just  got  an  invitation  to  a
wedding the 19th of March.

ÉMarch 15. 1992:
ÈI don't know..

ÉMarch 16. 1992:
Èwether i want

ÉMarch 17. 1992:
Èto 


ÉMarch 18. 1992:
Èattend

ÉJune 1. 1992:
Èthat wedding.

ÉJune 29. 1992:
ÈI think they're right!

ÉJune 30. 1992:
ÈToday  I  have been to town all day,
so  I  didn't get the chance to make
any  entries here.  What a pity!  It
has been a very exciting day.

ÉJuly 3. 1992:
ÈThe doorbell rang three times. 

ÉJanuary 3. 1939:
ÈThose were the days..

ÉAugust 5. 1992:
ÈThe   telephone   is  ringing  every
minute.   I  heard the rumour that I
have not been out for weeks.

ÉAugust 6. 1992:
ÈToday I'm very busy.  Some raindrops
are  falling  outside.   The  sky is
clody,   and  the  atmosphere  seems
tense.  A lady is passing my window.
She  has  got  a yellow rainsuit and
black  boots.  I think she wears red
garnment  stockings.   I  got a long
nail  on  my left tumb - I will have
to cut it.
ÉAugust 7. 1992:
ÈI  found  a  pair of scissors in the
cupboard.

ÉAugust 8. 1992:
ÈI just cut the nail.

ÉDecember 7.-23. 1992:
ÈNothing happens.

ÉDecember 24. 1992:
ÈIt is Christmas! I need a cake.

Ê---

ÈThis  is the last entry in the diary
of  Gnuyhm Wgban.  Since he became a
president in Albania nobody has ever
heard  of  him.  Rumours say that he
has  changed  identity  and that his
friends call him Castro.
ÿ