" Watermelons....can sometimes look very fresh but at some other times would give off the vibe that if you put your nose to them they would smell like cheese."
That thought induced by the sight of the watermelon slices on the buffet to our far left was interrupted by Mr. Adham uttering a word that makes my spine tingle. "Blood bath". I almost dropped the drink i held in my hand when i processed what he was talking about.
Here i am Egyptian, 24 years of age sitting in a ranch in Bordeaux sitting down with a group of people discussing the fate of The middle east. It was a very casual conversation just like any conversation you eavesdrop on that turns political in your local 2ahwa, but when it gets a tad bit too serious someone always comments something along the lines of i dont want to get picked up by state security , and the subject is chan
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ged.This conversation was however a little bit different. I mean the content was the same, you had the analysis of the current situation, expressions of discontent with the status quo, and then the radical solutions to attain the conversing groups interests. Then came the doable ideas. The comparison to 2ahawa talk is quite in order.
The only difference is, the people talking...can actually do it.
Welcome to the Woods where the things have no name.
To my utter shock what i thought takes months of studies and expert committees and so forth to come up with a well studied policy just happens very casually. theres a very big difference between "statistics show that the trend of religous extremism in the middle east can cause detrimental harm to the interests of fortune 500 companies investing in the region" and what was actually said by someone who already had one drink too many "They're a bunch of Raghead fundies...burn them to the ground before they cost us money". What shocks me more, is that months later , when i am back home, i read the newspapers and reialize what was ranted in that sit-down is being put into action on the highest official levels?
Does Bordeaux Wine make you tell the future?
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When in Miami i bunk over at an old friend's place. He left Hungary after causing alot of trouble to bigwigs over there. in Miami he is protected by the power of the Dollar, to the Hungarians he is pretty untouchable. he's pretty small time, but locally hes not to be messed with. hes a King in a town where little Kings have a shelf life of 4 years...hes been there for 15.
Welcome to the Woods where the Things have No Name
God Bless Freedom of Speech and Free Enterprise and the Right to Bear Arms.
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A Client of mine created a company out of nothing. This company has 40 branches spanning the globe. He's been on the cover of Time magazine once, Forbes 4 times and hundreds of other periodicals. he can buy my entire neighbourhood and turn it into a parking lot for his servants cars if he wants to but he wont cause he really knows the value of Money. Sadly to say, his Two sons don't...not only do they treat their father like an ATM machine, but they watched too many movies and want to be Gangsta... so they invest in some scheme or network as some people call it, that provides quality Carnal entertainment to the rich at affordable prices from Imported all the way from Eastern Europe to the consumption of Emirs and Expat Executives in the Gulf.
Welcome To the Woods where the Things have No Name
My Client is old, and tired. He doesnt know he spawn two bastards from his loins, to him they are simply his pride and joy, justification for all the sweat he prespired and the red gold he bled throughout the years. He beleives he can trust his blood. thats what he learnt...i guess he learnt wrong.
I wasn t there when he took the decision to serve them his head on a plate. But i was there when he asked us to clean up his mess. It was quite a mess. All the energy he gave throghout the years ended up in a puppet, a facade for the most decadent and dastardly of things a man could do to a woman.
Trust should never Rust...But even what is strong as Iron does, if not fused into an Alloy correctly.
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An old friend of mine, She's real sweet -or so i thought- Does Special Field work for the UN, i was asked by her to tag along once as an attempt to show me what her life is like. Her Job requires her to go to the most remote of places. Where Humans fear to tread, she feels right at home. After embarking on the wierdest of transport accomodations we ended up in the middle of the desert waiting for a banged up 4X4 to pick us up by some Nomad she's never seen before. He was 7 hours late...Welcome to the Woods where the Things have No Name
While i was busy thinking how long would i last in the middle of the Desert and wether would i end up as lunch for vultures or as target practice for a bored Touareg she was dancing all over some deserted highway listening to Nelly Furtado on her i-pod. She Stops...
"Kane..why don't you have a Girlfriend?"
" Dana, is this the best time to talk about my relationship status"
" It's the only free time i've got "
I tried to forget about the fact that she is really UN but not exactly working for the "maintenance of International Peace and Security", that that backpack doesnt really have special equipment but End User Certificates for 20 Czech made Apaches and a dozen Sam sites ready and waiting to be decomissioned at Archangel Militray Facility in the Ukraine. I tried to forget that she is lying through her teeth and that if i show i know she'd probably kill me and i went on with the Conversation.
Why do we base the intentions of people on the colour of their flags? Red white and blue isnt that different from baby blue.
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My Partner might be the only person i can trust...he used to work in Las Vegas Gaming Commission trying to catch Mafia Investors skimming from Casino Safes. the fact he survived that long entails he was smart enough to dodge a few bullets himself. This town was made for people to steal in, and he was the man supposed to fix all that up...not exactly the most loved of guys. He left because it was too much for him, he wanted a decent living free from the uncertainty of losing digits, waking up in a sack of potatos and poisoined martini drinks. All sounds good untill one day my Partner is out on business, a Mr. Montana shows up at my office one day and asks me about my partner,
i tell him to go fly a kite...
He shows me a picture of my Girlfriend....
Welcome to the Woods where the Things have No Name
My Partner is like the Brother i never had, it was a hard decision.
I walk into his office and ask him.."do you have two shovels?"
Blood and Sand have a very good ability of sticking to one another....
In the same time, im supposed to go out for coffee with friends, remember birthdays, get stuck in Traffic, stand in line to buy movie tickets, deal with a mechanic trying to rip me off, stop for a deputy who wants to give me a ticket for not wearing my seat belt, take shit from a bouncer on a club door, answer calls from telemarketers who want to sell me something i dont want, put up with people pissed that i dont call them as often as they'd want me to. put up with fakers who think they are all that cause the work at some bank, comfort my friend for breaking up, attending hundreds of weddings cause that happens to be the only thing people are doing right now, attend wakes and funerals of people i've never met and bear endless conversations about cellphones, gadets, cars, video clips, movies, girls, boys, men, food and TV shows...
And still have time for myself,
i only have one question....
Why me ?
