Whales Are Coming

I invite you to support my wonderful project.

The book needs support for editing and publishing. The book is in advanced writing stages and will be ready very soon. In addition, I believe that a good story should be told in as many languages as possible.

about me: I studied film and screenwriting and I write scripts, plays and stories that decorate my drawer in all the colors of the rainbow. The story of "whales are coming" is not suitable for film or stage because it mostly brings the inner world of my special characters. The story comes from dreams I dreamed for years and collected to my drawer, I believe it is time for them to be told.

My first book,

Three young women meet in a mental institution. All three are indeed mentally ill, each of them is a different type of patient. The main character Daniel is sure whales come to the Blue Cliffs, although pepole try to convince her that there are no whales in the sea becouse they only live in the ocean, she is still convinced they will arrive. She convinces Anna and Or to help her escape from their institution. But she must not forget why they are there in the first place, and whether it's not dangerous to trust them. The story comes from dreams I dreamed for years and collected "drawer", I believe it's time to get out. Thanks to everyone who reads these words. You can read the beginning of Chapter 2 as an example:

Chapter 2: Anna

Say you're a sociopath, and you're trying to ignore it and live a normal life and just to contact with the least people as possible. You do not see people at work and you have no friends and you're fine with it, you're just the kind of a loner that does not bother anyone. But then one day an armed burglar burst into your apartment and you catch him at the act, so you tell him to take whatever he wants, just don't touch the cat. He laughs in your face and then kicks the cat. So what are you supposed to do now? You told him not to touch the cat. You look at him indifferently but blink one blink too much. And then it takes over you and in cold blood, you simply knock him a chair in the head. And as he is bleeding on the floor and your cat is limping toward you. So what choice do you have except to give the cat a little caress on the head and then tie the intruder to a chair, not the one you broke on his head, a stronger. Then when the idiot wakes up, you and the cat look at him and without any shame, he laughs at you, that you are "an old Catwoman" and the cat is not even pure-bred and now he limps like a filthy street cat. So you give the burglar a little kick, not because he insulted you because he insulted the cat and you know that the cats also have feelings. The problem is that after you kick him, he laughs even harder. So he laughs at the cat until finally he makes the fatal mistake and on an impulse of prehistoric masculine bursts he spits on the cat. And what are you supposed to do with it now? Because you have no choice but to go to the kitchen, bring a knife and stab him in the heart, because if the cat is insulted then the heart will be stabbed and resulted, it is a known expression. So now you have a body in the living room, and the cat is still limping.

You are at the vet, and he is very old, from the old people who have constipation all day and he must tell you about it and of course tell you that he has finally found a extra strong material that opens all his obstructions in the bathroom, even once a puppy died in a clinic and did not have time to bury it so he just threw it into the toilet and then he had a blockage from the puppy's body so he put the extra strong material down the toilet and everything went down, no problem. So he keeps checking your cat and the only thing you can think of is to take down a body down the toilet. It's just a wonderful idea.

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