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from Paul Sutton

Torbay Covid testing

Testing Facilities in Torbay

There are two testing centres in Torbay for people with COVID-19 symptoms:

Torbay Leisure Centre Car Park, Clennon Valley, Paignton Lymington Road Coach Station, Torquay (mobile testing unit)





from Paul Sutton

Climate change threatens European forests

Interesting article posted to the Fediverse by the Science Daily bot.

So trees are essential for several things including CO2 reduction, so we are chopping down trees and also pumping more CO2 in to the atmosphere, which is causing climate change, which in turn is also causing trees to die.

One way to sow the seeds of our own destruction. Once Humans are gone, I think the Earth will recover, probably quite quickly.

We have seen evidence of how wildlife takes back control, during the first lock down in March –> May 2020, with no cars or people around, villages had animals take over. See BBC news link below.

Well worth reading the article, for a picture of what is happening.

Citation information:

Max-Planck-Gesellschaft. “Climate change threatens European forests: Well over half of Europe's forests are potentially at risk from windthrow, forest fire and insect attacks.” ScienceDaily. ScienceDaily, 1 March 2021. .



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from isvarahparamahkrsnah

A few days ago, one of the brahmacaris called me. This was my contact, the guy that was supposedly my boss. He just wanted to check up on my sadhana.

Then he asked me if I'd told the higher authorities anything about him. I hadn't. And I told him so. I'm not a snitch, okay? I would never rat on anyone who is or was my friend.

I've got to admit, this guy is the only one who hasn't yet given up on me. At least it seems so.

Usually, when someone leaves ISKCON and moves on with their lives, the organization tends to cut all ties with the said person. And that means everyone. It's an unwritten rule. Why? Because anyone who leaves ISKCON is said to have fallen into Maya.

Anyway, we talked for a bit. And he asked how I was doing. And if I was doing my devotional service. And I asked him, did it matter? I wasn't going to any ISKCON temple. I'd left the organization and moved on to do my own thing – which is, not support an organization with scumbag authorities who treat junior devotees like shit.

I remember telling this guy, no matter how long I stayed away from ISKCON, my devotional service would remain unaffected. Like my sadhana would go on. Everything that I was doing before would still happen because my brain has been programmed that way by this point. It's automatic. I wake up early in the morning, and the first thing I do is worship.

It hurts. And I hate that it hurts me so much. I'd invested my entire life in this organization, and this is the way it had to go down... it sucked.

I was adamant and stubborn and couldn't go back to the organization that had crushed all my dreams. The organization was heartless and couldn't admit any wrongdoing on their part. As far as I was concerned, they still have no clue why I left. I must have “fallen down”.

I don't think I'll ever let it go. I was never a forgiving person, especially when supposedly intelligent people did terrible things. If someone was retarded they could spit in my face, and I'd let it slide. But are the authorities in ISKCON retarded?

So I asked this guy how everyone else was doing. Since he'd called to check up on me, I think it was worthwhile checking up on everyone else. His primary service was preaching. But now the authorities have put him on the grind like the rest of the minions. They've assigned one of their own soldiers to do the preaching instead. Will it work? I don't think so. Preaching in ISKCON has turned into a recruiting tactic. They will either stay in touch with you to solicit some donations from you every once in a while. Or they've studied your terrible background and have hopes that you will join their minions force where they can put you in good use.

I think now he'll understand when I said he wasn't of any value to the organization, just like everyone else. The organization would grind him, use him, and spit him out like a case of bad phlegm.

The authorities have apparently banned one guy from entering the temple premises. Why? Because he fell in love with some girl who also went to the temple. Now the girl isn't banned. He is though. They recently got engaged too. But that hasn't changed the authorities' minds. Perhaps they're setting an example for everyone else to see and learn: This is what happens if you fall in love with someone in ISKCON.

It's ridiculous. He's a young man. So he fell in love with some girl. Big deal. At least they're engaged! Hasn't anyone else in the organization fallen in love?

Instead of looking at the big picture, the dim-witted authorities are focused on hardening their gestapo regime. It's okay to fall in love with someone. When you ban people for falling in love, you're clearly going nuts.

Did anyone in the organization think that this young man had a long life ahead of him? Did anyone think that even if he was in a relationship and got married, he'd still be of enormous use to the organization? It was the first time he'd fallen in love. It was bound to happen at some point.

But oh no! Love is forbidden! We can't have a young man and young woman falling in love! But we sure can have a gay pujari in Australia! Oh that's perfectly acceptable! Gay pujaris? No problem! Yoga classes in the temple? No problem! Heterosexual young man falling in love with a heterosexual young lady? Absolutely disgusting! How dare he! Let's ban him from taking darshana!

LOL. Does anyone else see the irony in this?

I don't have anything against gay pujaris or yoga classes. ISKCON has already incorporated them very well. I'm just surprised that they chose to draw the line when it came to normal regular folks falling in love. They can have sannyasis running off with their disciples wives and sannyasis molesting children and build samadhis for them. But two young folks falling in love is where they draw the line.

If you're an unmarried young man and you fall in love with an unmarried young woman in ISKCON, you will be banned.

Every ISKCON temple is run by different standards. Yet they all share the same banner. They're all under the same organization. One temple may build samadhis for pedophiles, another may allow homosexual pujaris, yet another will tolerate extramarital affairs. You just have to find the right address. Are you just a regular Joe in love with a regular Jane? Please do your research and find a temple willing to accommodate you.

This is why when normal regular devotees fall in love within ISKCON, they'll do their best to hide it from everyone else. You can literally commit any absurd crime and get away with it, but don't fall in love. Y'now this reminds me of years ago, when I was a teenager. My friend's sister came to the temple, and she saw me and she said Hare Krsna and we chatted up. One of the gestapo officers saw this and went off to my contact and told him to get me on a leash. Then he approached me and told me he'd report me to the Temple President if he ever saw me talking to that girl again! LOL I think that was one of my most hilarious moments in ISKCON. I just couldn't believe the nerve of this big fat jackass. To tell me to stay away from a girl that I knew. He didn't know what we were talking about. He didn't even know that I was her brother's best friend. He didn't know anything about us. He just saw us talking, assumed we were having some affair and tried to take us down. Oh yeah – he approached that girl too. He told her to stay away from me and that I was a bad influence! And if he saw her talking to me again, she'd be banned from the temple! This jackass threatened her with a ban because he thought that would be the most effective on her. She was new and didn't know anything about ISKCON. And he threatened to report me to the TP, because he knew damn well, that he had absolutely no power to ban me or anyone from the temple. He knew I knew that. He also knew my position in the temple. And shy of talking to the TP directly, there was no way of stopping me. Haha. Good memories.


from Paul Sutton

Introduction to Infection Prevention and Control (IPC)

Just completed the above course with OpenWHO. Very interesting and also interesting to learn how complex infection control can be at a practical level.

WHO IPC Certificate

This is a free course, Very useful for anyone who is looking at moving in to Healthcare or related professions.




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from isvarahparamahkrsnah

A few days ago, one of the brahmacaris called me. This was the guy that I'd been expecting a call from; the one I'd given up on.

When I finally gave up waiting for his call, and I realized that he wasn't a real homie, and I'd accepted the fact and moved on, he called me. And this point, I had nothing to say to him. After all these months of absence, he'd noticed that I was gone. And so he called me, wanting to know why. Now why would I tell him? Why would I share my story with someone who isn't a real friend?

Y'know it's pointless talking to these people. You talk to one guy, waste your time telling him everything, and then you gotta talk to another guy, waste more time telling him everything. So you keep repeating yourself, but no one's doin' anything. There is no coordination when it comes to handling problems. So if you do have a problem, good luck with that – it ain't getting fixed.

It's easy to be fooled into thinking that someone actually cares for you. When in reality, THEY DON'T.

Here's how ISKCON works: There's a group of preachers working for the top management. These are the friendly extroverts who will notice you first, make eye contact and smile, and later, walk up to you and start a conversation. You're talking to the hawks.

What's your name? Where do you live? Do you work? Where do you work? Do you go to school? What are you studying? Are you single? Married? In a relationship? How's that working for ya? And then, why don't you come up for some prasadam?

The hawks are fishing for information. They're building a profile – your profile. They're gathering data, processing it, and analyzing it to make a judgement call – what's your worth? What are you worth to the organization? Are you a musician? Are you an intellectual? Are you a rich bastard? Are you a good worker?

The hawks report to the eagles. The top management, the leaders, the men in power, are the eagles. The eagles are typically found in offices and vyasasanas. Unlike the hawks, they're always accompanied by some servant. These are the men responsible for the direct growth of the organization – procuring big donations, lunch with VIPs, meetings with officials and so on. They could either be introverts/extroverts depending on who you are. They decide if you're fit to be in the organization. The eagle decides whether you're in or out. A collision with an eagle, is a terrible terrible idea.

And then, there's the vultures. I saved the worst for the last. The vultures don't give a damn who you are, what you do, or nothin'. These are the individuals who'll approach you with a bunch of books on the streets. Don't buy 'em. The vultures have only one goal – sell books, make money. They don't care if you're rich or poor or too busy to read the damn book. Unlike the hawks, the vultures don't want to know you. They don't care if you read the books or not. They don't care whether you join the organization or not. That's none of their concerns. If you got hit by a bus, near a vulture, they'd still try to sell you a book, while you were being strapped by the paramedics.

ISKCON's primary concern is this: What can you bring to the table? That's why the hawks spend time doing research on your background. They're looking for your weakness. And if you don't have one, they'll be happy to give you one! That's called preaching. The stupid vultures wouldn't know nothing about that. When they've found your weakness, they'll use it to hook you into the organization. That's the basis of every religion. Got a problem? They've got the solution! Are you sad and depressed? Krsna Consciousness is the answer! Are you single and lonely? Krsna Consciousness is the answer! Is your marriage broken? Spouse problems? Krsna Consciousness is the answer! Health issues? Laying on your death bed? Krsna Consciousness is the answer! Are you broke? Poor? Homeless? Krsna Consciousness is the answer! Are you filthy rich and don't know how to spend your money? Krsna Consciousness is the answer!

You can think of every possible problem in this world – including natural disasters – they've only got one solution for you: Krsna Consciousness! So join ISKCON, chant 16 rounds, follow the 4 regs and be happy!

Once you're hooked into the organization, they'll begin to train you. In order to be one of them, you gotta learn how to be like 'em. At the same time, you'll be introduced to other members in the organization, make new friends and find a new life.

But your new life will be short-lived if you prove to be a useless donkey. You gotta be worth something to them. Are you giving them donations? Are you bringing in new members? Are you doing any services for them? What is your worth to ISKCON?

And the entire time, you'll be trained to be a good dog. You'll sit when they tell you to sit, and stand where they tell you to stand. You gotta be humble. BE HUMBLE! BE HUMBLE! BE HUMBLE! Trnad api sunicena Taror api sahisnuna

You gotta recite those verses every morning buoy! And you have to learn the meaning of those slokas. You have to remember them every single moment of the day, until you're meek and humble. Like a good dog.

A good dog barks at strangers, and protects it's masters. That's exactly what you'll be doing in ISKCON.

And then when you're old, and frail, and useless, with no home, no money, no energy, absolutely nothing, they'll discard you like used toilet paper.

Y'know what the saddest part is? The one where most ISKCON sheep don't realize the truth until it's too damn late. And by then, they can neither save themselves, nor do anything to help themselves. Everyone thinks the stories on the internet are just a bunch of lies coming from evil ex-members filled with hatred. Until it happens to them of course. You can be silent and complacent with the problems in ISKCON right now. But you won't be so when you're the one facing these problems. And then you'll pro'bly end up killing yourself or somethin' because there won't be nowhere else to go; nothing more to live for.


from paigntoncodeclub

February half term Activities

As it is half term this week, I am sending out a few activities. These are from the Computing Unplugged resources. I have also included some links to other activities.

I am undertaking, this as part of the Paignton Library Code Club. Hopefully we can get this going again virtually.

  1. Mind Reading Magic
  2. Binary Challenge
  3. Guess My Number

You will need items such as; Pens, Card, etc to make up the resources. You may need to ask a grown up to help cut card up.



Being safe while online is really important, there is a really good resource here which may help, with activities.


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from isvarahparamahkrsnah

I was thinking about some things in religion this morning, that make absolutely no sense. For example, betel nuts. I never knew what betel nuts really were until I visited India for the first time. I'd read about them, in the Krsna book, when I was a young child. I didn't know what they were. I didn't think that he scriptures would have any controversies that should make people question them, or think them through.

In the 10th Canto of Srimad Bhagavatam, you will come across stories of Krsna being offering betel nuts after his meal. Or Krsna chewin' betel nuts and putting 'em in the gopis' mouths. In the Caitanya Caritamrta, you'll come across passages of Nityananda Prabhu chewing betel nuts.

Betel nuts are a common offering used in demigod worship in India.

So, do some research into betel nuts. What are they? Then come back here.

My question is this: Why is Krsna chewing betel nuts? Has anyone thought about this? Has anyone asked why God is chewing betel nuts while his religion bans the consumption of all intoxicants, INCLUDING BETEL NUTS? What is the explanation behind this? Could some religious conman come up with a logical explanation that doesn't involve “divine lilas” or “He's God. He can do whatever he wants!” or some sort of bullshit?

The first time I ever questioned religion was when an Indian boy in my junior school came up to me and said, “Krsna was shot with an arrow by a hunter and he died.” And I said, that's not true! That can't be true! But he showed me a book, which confirmed that statement. But it wasn't a book from ISKCON, so I was skeptical to believe that. A few years later, when I was finally able to get my hands on Srimad Bhagavatam from the temple, I flipped through the books to find the passage where Krsna is shot by a hunter and dies. And the text there is very vague. It was so vague, that it didn't answer my question, at all.

Why do religious texts have to be so damn vague when it comes to the questionable stuff? Has anyone wondered about this? Why do the scriptures go into the details of so much irrelevant stuff, and completely ignore the things that matter the most, as if they don't matter at all?

The first time that I ever came across incomprehensible nonsense was when I read the Holy Bible. I was a small kid, marvelling at the text from the Books of Wisdom and Proverbs. Then I decided to check out the Book Of Revelation for a quick description of hell. And all I could grasp from it was eternal fire and buring in hell and some vague stuff about horses and all that bullshit. Where is the description of hell? Where is the clear-cut explanation of what happens when a man dies, the protocols used to judge him, and a quick overview of how he is punished? The Srimad Bhagavatam explains that, FYI. But the Bible, was too secretive. All that text and I couldn't figure out what the fuck the author was going on about. I skipped the Book of Revelation. I couldn't read it. Nothing made sense.

And this is the point where religions will jump in and tell you to get a teacher! Or listen to the preacher! Or surrender to some guru who will reveal the secret knowledge to you! I don't want to surrender to nobody to understand things that should be transparently clear fro the very beginning! How 'bout that? I'm not going to worship no guru, I'm not going to be fondled by some preacher and I'm most definitely, not going to wait for several years for that information to be revealed to me. These are the tactics used by religious men when they don't know what the fuck they're talking about. They'll pitch you with some nonsense about the scriptures only being understood by “divine men” and they'll con you and take advantage of you, and waste your time and energy. I don't want no dick up my ass before I can figure out what it was that God really meant. No thank you pastor! I think I'm going to stay away from you for my personal safety!

All I'm saying is, if the scriptures can provide detailed explanations on stuff that we don't care about, then they should provide an explanation on things that we do care about. But there is none given! Absolutely none! It's like the things that matter to us don't matter to the author. And the things that mattered to the author, sounds like a big bunch of bullshit when we read it.

So why does Krsna eat betel nuts, while his devotees don't? Meanwhile, every atheist in India chews the hell out betel nuts and colors the entire nation with it. If you visit India, pay attention to the walls, and the stairways and practically everywhere, even on the streets; you'll notice some Indian creep chewing betel nuts and then spitting the stuff everywhere. This is a typical Indian tradition – and now you know where it comes down from!

Krsna eats betel nuts. But he doesn't eat onions. It's okay to get cancer, but it's not okay to be a lil “passionate” after a meal.

Krsna dances around in the middle of the night with a bunch of married women, kissing them and doing all that stuff, but his religions don't want any of us doing that stuff! Well, at least in theory. The reality is that a lot of gurus are sexual deviants that do a lot of kinky stuff with people's wives. And ISKCON has practically banned all discussion on the rasa lila events. It is not for the mortal man to understand. You need to be “pure” and “advanced” to be able to grasp these things. And if you want to understand these things, you have to read some fictional stuff that some guru wrote hundreds of years ago, explaining away all the “divine pastimes” of the Lord.

I will not apologize for my skepticism at this point. A typical ISKCON prude will read this text and classify it as blasphemy and that I have “fallen down”. Have I really? Or am I asking all the right questions that you have no clear logical answers to?

Religion has no logic. There is absolutely no logic in religious texts whatsoever. That's the fundamental problem. The more you think about it, the more questions arise in your mind. So you're told to stop thinking about these stuff – just surrender to a guru! And he will open your eyes with “divine knowledge”. Will he really? Or is he going to use word-jugglery to dupe me and then close the case?

Most people never really question religion until they've seen some really wierd shit. They keep thinking everything's okay and everything's perfect until one day, an axe of realization drops down on their faith.

ISKCON will tell you very clearly that in order to understand the scriptures, you need a guru, and you should have full faith in the scriptures in order to understand them. How can one have full faith in the scriptures when they're so evasive? Are you asking me to blindly believe everything is true, in order to understand that it's true? Sounds a bit of a paradox, ain't it?


from Oxeriza's DUN

Il-Belen heriotza? 🐺

Arlantasen garraxia entzun zuenean adi jarri zen. Bere gihar guztiak tentsioan, eta lantza gogor hartu zuen. Orkoen gotorlekura iristeko ahalegin handia egin zuen, eta nekatua egon arren, orain basati horiek geldiarazteko bere txanda zen. 👺Demoniyuaren eraztunari so egin zion, eta berezkoa ez zuen dir-dir bat nabaritu zuen. Hala ere ez zuen horretan asko hausnartzeko denborarik izan, orko beltzak bere gain zetozen eta sekulako aizkora handiekin. Lehenengo kolpeak erraz gelditu zituen, baina ez zen gai haien burdin jantzi gogorra zeharkatzeko. Dantzan jarraitu zuen, Errupin eta Einarri denbora emanaz, irtenbidea eta aire frexkoa gertu nabari baitzuen. Errupinek arkua behin eta berriz kargatu eta tiro egiten zuela ikusi zuen, baina bere zentzumen guztiak orko beltzaren aizkoran zituen jarririk. Halako batean eraztunak bere hatzetik ihes egin zion, eta barre algara bat entzun zuen. Orduan jakin zuen bereak egingo zuela... 👺Demoniyuak emandako babesaren ordaina jasotzeko ordua zen. Il-Belek zuen azken magia apurrarerekin bere arima inguruan zituen animali eta landareetara lekualdatu zuen, orkoaren aizkorak bere gorputz mehe kolpatzen zuen momentuan. Ur zikinetako onddo eta karramarro haien laguntzaz aterako beharko zuen handik... ez gorputzean baina bai hainbat maite izan zituen animali eta landareen enbor, sustrai eta oskoletan. Mendekua prestatzeko bazekien nor bilatu. Nola Shevelekin harremanetan jarri, beste kontu bat zen....

Tenplotik ihesi

Arnasestuka atera zen Errupin templutik, gaua argia zen, ilargi betea han-hemenka, ordena handirik gabe zerutik zintzilik zeuden lainoska ahulen atzetik ageri zen. Einarren zain eman zuen denbora luze egin zitzaion. Muinoaren goikaldetik Elfoak bista ederrak zeuzkan, kontinentez inguratutako irla zen hura, iparralderutz itsasoa zabaltzen zelarik. Zerbait mugitu zen urrunean, itsaso zabalean, “ontzi bat sutan?” galdegin zion Errupinek bere buruari.

Einarren zalapartak eten zizkion burutazioak. – Hemendik Einar, bide motzenetik itzuliko gaituk, orko batzuk ikusi ditut bestaldean – bota zion Errupinek – Robert eta Gennaro han geratu dituk, eztuk? Aurrera egitea izan zen Einarren erantzuna. Kostara irtsi eta euren barkua behar bezala lotuta topatu zuten. Berehala ziren berriz uretan. Iaioak ziren biak itsasoan, azken hilabeteetako abenturek hara eta hona eraman zituzten biak eta zegoeneko ondo moldatzen ziren ur gainean. – Jatorra zen Gennaro hori ezta? – galdetu zion Einarrek. Harrituta utzi zuen Elfoa. Il-Bel hil zenetik ez zion hitz zuzenik egin, aldaketa hark poztu egin zuen elfoa. – Bai, familia xelebrea zeukan gainera. Sekulako istorioak kontatzen zitian tabernan. Alkoholak on egiten zion horietakoa huen. Zaila egingo zaiguk bere moduko beste bat topatzea, beti izango diagu gogoan. “Ez zaizu gehiegi kostako” pentsatu zuen Einarrek bere barrenean.

  • Bibalera orduan? Ez zeukeagu dirurik baina, ezer gutxi egingo diagu halako hirian. Ezti ur piskat nahiko diat nik behintzat. Horrenbeste ere irabazi diagula uste diat. Ibaitik iritsiko al gaituk hara?
  • Zeu zara zeu artaburua! Bibalek ez dauka ibairik! Kostan utziko dugu ontzia.
  • Ibairik ez daukala? Horixe badaukala! Itsasgizona izango haiz baina geografia ikasi behar lukek. Señora batek esan zidan moduan... Errupinen hitzak orro handi batean ondoratu ziren, bordatik hogei bat metrora itsas munstro batek olatu handi bat eragin eta itzulipurdika erori ziren bi heroiak. Angila erraldoia urpean sartu eta berehala ontziaren kontra bota zuen gorpuz luze likatsua. Danbatekoak zulo bat egin zion barkuari eta lau hankatan utzi zituen abenturazaleak.
  • Hauxe da behar geniana Einar. Krakena!!! – egin zuen oihu elfoak.
  • Hau ez da Krakena – erantzun zion burumakur Einarrek, baina irrifar arin bat sortu zitzaion ezpainetan – baina berdin-berdin akaba dezakegu...

Lehenengo adore-gema Errupinen eskuetan. Xennaroren adioa

Korrika bizian hasi ziren Einar, Errupin, Gennaro eta Robert Virgil, Tenpluko irteera non zen bazekiten, baina golem erraldoia atzetik zuten segika. Tranpa zikin batzuk saihesten zituzen bitartean golemak Virgil harrapatu eta bertan txikitu zuen kolpe bakarrez. Egoera ikusita Gennarok lagunak salbatzea erabaki zuen. Il-Belek bere garaian bezala aurrera jarraitzeko esan zien Einar eta Errupini, mailu astuna bi eskuez heldu eta golema zizelkatzeko prestatu zen, ez zizkion Virgilek eskainitako erreztasunak emango, Lehen kolpea izugarria izan zen. Tenpluak berak dardar egin zuen eta golemaren burua atzerantz erori zen. Ez zen izaki arraunta baina golem hura. Kolpea hartu eta poliki poliki bere onera itzuli zen harkaitza. Bere txanda zen eta zaplasteko beldurgarri batez enanoa airean bota zuen. Bizarretik odola zeriola Gennarok irrifar maltzur bat bota zion golemari, bere lagunak korridorean barrena desagertuak ziren, bazekien bai Einar eta Errupinek ez zutela hutsik egingo. Mailua berriz buru gainean altxatu eta bularrean jo zuen munstroa. Harri koskorrak nonahi jausi ziren baina zutik mantendu zen golema. Gatussok barre egin eta heriotzari begietara so eginez: – Hau duk ba egun petrala. Arbaso maiteak, banoak zuekin.

Orkoen etxetik, adorearen gemaren bila

Orkoak menderatu eta Il-bel mendekatu ostean zakutxoa diruz gainezka zutela Menon-erantz abiatu ziren gure heroiak. Kontu kontari eta muturra bero zutela iritsi ziren hiriburura. Shevelek, baina, lur jota jarraitzen zuen hartz handi hura galdu zuenetik eta abenturazalak kezkaturik zeuzkan. Errupin puztuta zebilen tabernan eta dadoetan txanpon batzuk irabazi ondoren Einarri trago batzuk erosi eta Shevel animatzeko erosketak egitera konbentzitu zuen. Hala, Shevelen motxilla traste zahar, belar zikin eta topatu zuten guztiarekin bete eta deskantsatzeko aukeratua zuen lurmuturrera eraman zioten. – Begirazan zer ekarri dinagun, denetik daukan hemen! – bota zion Errupinek irrifar zabal batez. Einar, lotsaren lotsaz elfoaren atzean ezkutatu zen, ez zekien nola erantzungo zuen aztiak. – Honek ez ditu hilak bueltan ekarriko – hasi zen goibel Shevel, baina motxilla arakatu ahala alaitzen joan zitzaion ahotsa – oh, sendabelarrak, ez daude gaizki... eta hau? edabe hori bat, ez dut sekula probatu... – Trebezia edabea da, neuk prestatu dinat – moztu zion Errupinek. – Hara, agian baliagarria izango zaigu... zer gehiago? Mandragora, soka, intsektu bat ere, eta... oooh, gakordeak, nire gakorde maiteak – orduan bai argitu zitzaion aurpegia, malko bat ere antzeman zion Errupinek – apartak zarete, artaburuak baina apartak, dirutza gastatukok zenuten hontan... baina tira, ziur nago den-dena baliagarria izango zaigula. Bazirudien Shevel bere onera bueltatzen ari zela eta berriz ere berea zuen jakin-minak bultzatuta magoen dorrera joango zela esan zien Einar eta Errupini, aste pare bat eman nahi zituen han aztikeria berri bat ikasteko. Dimitri Neguhotzof azti famatua Menonen omen zen eta beragandik zerbait ikasteko akera ezinhobea zuen. – Shevel kemena berreskuratzen ari duk, baina Einar gero eta urduriago zebilek... atzo tabernan lau tipo jipoitu eta nire hitz jarioagatik ez balitz han bertan akabatuko zizkian. Zerbait egin behar diagu. – Abenturaren bat? – galdetu zion Gennarok. – Hori dek! Handia haiz txiki!!! Hemengo jefeak ez al zigun esan harri koskorren bat behar zuela ez dakit ze kristotarako? Ez dek ba aitzaki makala. HI EINARRR, dio, zer egin dik ba orko tripontzi horrek, uztak pakean, bazekiat nora jo behar diagun!!!

Menon-era iristeko Einarren etxetik gertu zuten merkatal-ontzia hartua zuten, eta konpondu ostean itxura bikaina zuen Doren-eko portu zaharrean. Brankan kobrezko herensuge bat jartzea ere enkargatua zuen Einarrek, itxura beldurgarriagoa ematen omen zion. Egunsenti hotz eta laiontsua zen Einar, Errupin, Gennaro eta Robert Virgil ontziratu zirenean, dagoeneko zailduak ziren itsasoan eta arazo handirik gabe iritsi ziren Burkaburrera. Irla urrun hartan ostenduta omen zegoen Errupinek nahi zuen “harri koskor” hura. Ontzia amarratu eta irlaren erdian laino artean ezkutatzen zen mendian gora hasi ziren. Orduak eman zituzten aldapa gora, eta azkenean tenplu zahar bat topatu zuten. Errupinen begi zorrotzak izkina guztiak miatu eta azkenean estatuatzar baten bularrean krokatuta topatu zuen harri bitxia. Pentsatua zutena baino errazagoa izan zen eta Errupinek Einarri so egin zion... urduri jarraitzen zuen erdijainkoak, ezpata garbi-garbi zuen eta ez zen hori Errupinek agindu ziona. Bapatean tenpluko lur, pareta eta sapaiak orru egin eta dardara batek ia lurrera bota zituen, paretan kateatutako golema berpiztua zen...