Amir woke up a seemingly ordinary saturday morning. Glad as usual Amir started making coffee. He stood a moment and enjoyed the smell of fresh coffee, the rays of sun coming through his windows, and looked forward to saturday evening where he would be meeting with his book club. It was basically a quite wonderful day.
Amir had thought he was alone in his apart, right up until he heard someone cough in his study.
"Who the hell are you!?" exclaimed Amir after spilling his coffee into the kitchen sink, and barged into the study.
"Ehh... Carver" Asked the man in his study. The man was not that remarkable. Except the fact that he, according to Amir, should not be in this apartment. He was slim, with short black hair, and blue eyes. After a short moment of confused silence, he tried to elaborate.
"I am your research"
Amir look puzzled at the man who claimed to be his research. "No.. No you're not. My research is right there" He said and pointed at several books, papers, postits. pens, and markers. That seemed to be covering 80% of all surfaces in the study.
"Eh well, i am the manifestation of your research." Carver tried to explain.
"Nonsense"
"Well it aint."
“Yes it is”
"Do you know the principle of Murphys law?"
Amir looked puzzled at Carver. He had not planned to deal with physics on his saturday morning. Carver went on.
"Well Murphy's Law dictates that anything that can happen will happen. This is why I, your research, have manifested in the shape and form of a person."
Amir arched his sceptic brow "But words on paper manifesting as a human being, can not happen"
"Sure they can. I am here. Am I not?"
Amir stared at Carver. Dazed and confused. Carver stared at Amir in return. Only he was not dazed. Only slightly confused. This went on for about 2 minutes and 11 seconds before Amir broke the silence.
"Alright. Assuming that it is actually possible. What are you doing here?"
Carver looked thoughtful before he answered. "I dont really know" and then he coughed.
"Eh.. Want some tea for that cough"
Carver shook his head and coughed once more. "No, it is just a typo"
"A typo?"
Carver nodded.
"On page three hundred and fifty two, line six of professor littman's A beginners guide to minimalism in lectures - extended edition."
Amir nodded slowly. Thinking he might need to call the police. His scepticism suddenly took hold of his vocal chords.
"Nice try. But that will not convince me that you are actually a manifestation of my research"
Carver looked thoughtful, once again. "What do you suggest?"
"Well, if you know there is a typo at page three hundred and fifty two, line six. Then you must know what the second line on page two-hundred and seventy-four is"
"I do "
"Tell me"
"-wards the final point of my own personal opinion of the works of Ernest Hemingway. It must be said that.."
Amir looked utterly flabbergasted. He then took action and found A beginners guide to minimalism in lectures - extended edition. It was hidden beneath three empty starbucks paper cups and a paper bag. He then looked up page Two-hundred and seventy-four, and read the second line.
"-wards the final point of my own personal opinion of the works of Ernest Hemingway. It must be said that.."
Amir snapped the book closed and stared at Carver. He was agitated, although he did not know why. Perhaps because his view of reality suddenly felt challenged by this absurd concept. The next 2 hours, 13 minutes and 32 seconds went with chatting back and forth between Carver and Amir. Where Carver calmly tried to explain that he was in fact the manifestation of Amir's research on english literature. And Amir stubbornly tried to find another explanation to why this strange man was in his study. But after the two hours of debating whether or not such things were posibble they decided to let the matter rest and get some coffee.
Two minutes after that, the coffee was again spilt. This time on the floor. Accompanied by three pieces of broken porcelain cup. This had happened because Amir had accidentally dropped it on the floor. After Carver then had cleaned it up, it struck Amir that his watch was missing.
"Fuck!"
"Something wrong?" Asked Carver.
"My watch is gone."
"Have you searched for it?"
"Of course i have! Can you not see the state my bedroom is in!?"
Carver and Amir looked into the bedroom. Which was indeed quite messy after Amir had turned the place upside down in his search for his missing watch.
"Where did you leave it?"
"Well if i knew that, i would not have had to search for it, and my bedroom and study would be in a better state."
Carver peered into the study where the covering of surface had gone from 80 % to 90%.
"Alright. But where do you last remember having it?"
Amir stopped up and thought about it. After having thought about it for about 3 minutes and 33 seconds Amir sighed : "Shit"
"You recalled the location?"
"The gym, last night"
"alright, lets go get them then"
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Ten minutes later Amir and Carver was standing in Tesco, and pondering whether or not they should buy some cola or not.
"Tell me once again why we arent on our way to the gym" Asked Carver.
"Because no-one is going to use the gym on a saturday morning, so we dont have to rush there before everyone else. And i didn't get any caffeine this morning" Answered Amir as he picked up a can of Cola.
"Can i have one too? I quite like Coca Cola" asked Carver.
"Eh sure.. wait how do you what Coca Cola tastes like!?"
"You spilled some on your assignment on modern fiction. I think it was on page fifteen"
Amir gave him a level look. Clearly he was still not quite comfortable with the idea that Carver was his research. Carver, who was quite comfotable with being Amir's research, returned the gaze and asked calmly:
"What kind of name is Amir Bakerton anyway?"
Amir rolled his eyes
"Well my grandmother is from Iraq and my Grandfather is from Spain. On my mother's side that is. On my fathers side i'm all irish. Except from my farther's cousin who is half greek half irish. So my mother and my father had quite the arguement about what i should be named. So they decided to write all their suggestions on notes and put them in two hats. First names and surnames. Then they would pull one out of each. And the name they got was: Thomas Tahir. Which they werent satisfied with. So they tried a number of times until they got to me. Amir Bakerton."
Carver looked at him weirdly. Amir looked back and nodded in tacid agreement. It was a weird tale.
They paid for their two cans of Cola and a bag of peanuts who was on sale near the register, before they went out and startet walking towards the gym.
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