It was exactly in June, 29th, 1978 when Miloud first visited the air-port of Oujda city in the north of Morocco. His father was coming back home from Germany; Mimon might came to see his beloved country. After his eldest son had trained Karate with the Spaniards in Melilla, He came along to the Morocan border where he met his younger brother Mohamed holding a decorated blue and red letter in his right hand .His brother did not want to open it because he thought the letter might not have concerned him but his family. So, They read the letter altogether in a Spanish language.
Estoy muy bien por el momento. Todo va bien; espero que voy a venir a mi tierra la semana qui viene. Por aqui no hay mucho trabajo – estoy en Paro. sabes, por eso es una oportunidad para visitar mis hijos.
Adios asta el momento en Oujda
– Is my father coming home?
+ Yes he is.
– Wah! We’re having that delicious chocolate, again!
I wanna see him as soon as possible.
+ Why don`t we have dad with us like all the others! shit!
The brothers went on loitering towards their home overwhelmed with joy and happiness.
They were so eager to see their father. They walked without knowing they
Were walking, then stopped by a Moroccan army soldier:
* You, you guys! What are there in your bags?
-The soldier shouted in a high voice.
+you can see it yourself! It is just the kimono for training. I have nothing to declare. Besides, I am not a smuggler.
WELL! That is another matter! pass.
The two miserable guys went on without discussing the matter any further. They were silent and deep in thoughts. The fresh air blew on their Spanish appled cheeks. It calmed down their nervous state because their insides were burning like a fire. It boiled their blood circulation as it went on zig-zagging up and down.
+We Berbers are not only despised by the Arab soldiers but also by the Spanish Guardia civil as well.
We are not lucky and we will never be!
– Damn them all!
His elder brother expressed his anger and kept silent thinking about Berbers political guidance. Everybody must speak here at least three languages.
Berbers must live here and work there-Melilla.
Miloud hated to cross the frontiers due to a couple of big crowded groups of smugglers and with a few of crooks here and there. He felt deeply sorrow for not having a real identity like spanish ones.
-Mum! Mum! I have just got a letter from Germany.
+Whose letter is it?
-It is my dad. He may come to Oujda next week.
+He has been here only three months. Is he sick?
-No, he is not. He is in the dole!
+Then why is he coming soon? Why is he so fast?
-May be he is boring and eager to see us.
+He is foolish or better crazy!
-I know you don´t love him any more after you had a quarrel with each other.
+damn you and your dad!
-Don´t tell me! I must welcome him at the port! You know he is my dad, isn´t it?
+Do what you want! if he were a nice father he would not tell you “I might come!” he is not sure, isn´t he?
-You know he will not be happy if no-one is there! By the way. You must know that everyone has a relative there, hasn´t he?
The mother was fraught with deep anger and sorrow and her leatherly facial means did not reflect well her psychological ordeal. Her memories went back to her lost days with her misfortune crazy husband.
+you are not going to Oujda port! Besides, your father is not coming at all!
Do you know why?
+Simply he doesn’t mention the specific date of the arrival!
-Let me in peace! you are just loafing about the bushes!
I must go, so I go, with or without your permission!
+No, what I mean is simply NO!
+Then what about the money! the expenses! You must know my beloved child that we don’t have enough to support the family, let alone to give you some to spend over there in Travelling to the airport.
-I have to go to the port now; believe it or not! the shopkeeper will lend me some coins. Besides, I will not sleep in hotel but in the opens; it is summer I needn’t a lot.
+people have nice boys but I have crazy ones.
-And if my father comes he will pay the taxi and I would give you your money back, wouldn’t I?
+Go to Hell! damn you and your money!
-Look! It is very romantic to sleep and lay ones body on the surface of the green shaved grass, and have a look at the beautiful glimmering stars-In short the space is nice.
The mother was instinctively overwhelmed with her boy’s courage and almost submitted to her inherited liver. She had no power for further challenge .She surrendered due to her psychological affection and love. Her mind was no longer up to much and did not want it to get there in either. the guy’s word had got to an internal paternal affection. thus, she lost the real perspective of her children control.
+It is difficult! you never went alone, didn`t you?
-you see, I am no longer a child! A MAN –you know. Are you afraid about your little child!
+Yes why not. You do not have too much experience do you?
-Yes but You must know there are many orphants –younger than me – living and even sleeping outdoors. And what is more ,they sleep out –in the opens-in a very chilly cold nights.
Do you get me mun, don’t you?
+OUT now! Go where and whenever you want! It is none of my business!
The mother should not have interfered between her son and his beloved father. The more she persuaded her guy, the more eager he had to be there at the port.
Miloud left his house at 14:00. He wanted to exchange the climate and the space too. His frontier neighbourhood was no longer impotant to him due to its smugglers noise, filth and dirt.
At the coach station the weather was very hot –sunny as usual-It had affected Miloud well! He had got a sort of migraine headache, so to speak!! He had only been wearing a simple greenish second –hand T-shirt.
His face was as big as bear’s one. His black trousers was a gift from the heir who inherited fat father lived next to his house. His white stockingless sneakers gave him an image that he had come from back of beyonds.
It’s 15.00. the coach is leaving Nador city! come on! hurry up –said the conductor.
-“Is the seat empty? Could I have a seat here!”
+number 12-Yes of course! sit down –said a beautiful blond Berber girl.
-“You see my number is next to you” said Miloud happily
+“Oh! it is very hot!” said she in a restless bored tone.
-where are you from?
+Alhucima but now an emigrant in Cataloña, you see!
-Catalans aren’t so beautiful, aren’t they?
+Right! perhaps of the pork! if not of the wine!
-Do you mean they used to drink and eat pig a lot.
+No -I am only joking! There are some pretty ones in the out-skirt of Barcelona.
-You travel alone to Oujda, don’t you?
+No, don’t you see we are travelling altogether!
-“My name is Miloud and what is your name?” asked he as he laughs.
“Tamanat” she answered him politely.
This beauty was his lottery. It was a nice lucky day for him. He was contemplating where he should take her and seize the opportunity.
-I will take her to the movies — no! there are a lot of tricksters. Woh!
I love her and I want her for me. me alone! I want to enjoy myself with her for a couple of hours!
Or better for ever. This is luck itself! I must find the shelter but where?….. Miloud went on dreaming about till Tamanat interrupted him.
+“BESLAMA! BYE! I have to get down in Berkan . ”She greeted him and gave him a mint gum to chew like a stupid animal.
Miloud was no longer hot but as cold as an old fridge; cold and Sticky sweat sprouted out of his leather skin. he felt that he was not intelligent anymore. He and the donkey were not the same. Surely the latter was much better than him. All he needed was to bray but forever. So, He had a cigarette. He smoked and started to cough.He thought he hadn’t been a professional smoker ;but an amateur in both smoking and flirting! He forgot the purpose of his coming.He neither felt the long distance ,nor had wearsome of that journey.
Now it was six o’clock sharp .the weather was very hot and dry .Miloud felt a bit warmer than usual though he had worn only a T-shirt and a polyster trousers that spoilt the general impression of his new Adidas sneakers.He got out of the CTM coach and trod lightly along the road to the port–station.Its view was not too bad;it had been built by French colonial government ,but restored by the Morocco .It was side by side to the military one.Its squares and spaces were very big .Its area was surrounded by enormous eucalyptus huge trees and current bushes.there was only a high way going down to the airport .It was through the same bushes and trees .In front of the public airport café there were a very nice well organized garden.It was fraught with blossoming and blooming beautiful flowers. In front of some meadows there were stone made chairs for passengers and tourists to take a break .
Miloud sat down in a chair and stretched himself for a second .He might have been tired from the trip and started to sing some famous berber songs:
“Djayi adru a yamma, Djayi adru a yamma,”-Let me cry mom ,let me cry mom.Then suddenly a very strong alstation dog came to him .It belonged to the german race.the dog had a black pricking ears.He came closer to Miloud and puffed and puffed by miloud right thigh then the dog started to play gently with him.Miloud offered him a spanish smuggled sweet biscuit and the dog ate it immediately. The dog nodded his melon like head and rose it up to find out the guy’s real face As soon as the alstation had seen the guy’s face ,the dog’s tail started to slide from one side to another .The dog seemed to be very intelligent.He had surely been trained by a special coach .
Miloud gave a smooth caress to the alstation dog and played with the dog’s yellow furry soft thick hair .the dog stood on its back legs and got up his front legs to Miloud face.
-he wants to kiss me ! I hate his too much saliva that is aound his muzzle,but I like to touch his brisker .
Miloud left the dog as he threw far away another biscuit to the dog to search it .
Miloud entered in a port café .He shared the coffee with
The other people but they told him that the flight from Germany might not be punctual at 22:00.So ,he had not had to depend on the written schedule .
He went outside and sat on a bench in the front of a too many immigrants .Some of them were very very tired while Others exhausted.And their clothes were shabby .
-you are tired ,aren’t you?
-Take it easy ! Be sure,In 10 minutes you would have stamped your pass port,wouldn’t you ?
+WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT !Never could it be!
-why is that impossible?
+the custom officers want money !
-You mean bribery ?
+That’s it!Well! they justify it by poor salary !
– if not a bribery ?
+We would wait for hours and hours and we are used to this situation you know!
Miloud thought deeply and came to the conclusion :
“Wherever a Berber like him Goes,there must be a Frontier!” And most of the immigrants had lost their original identities and had a peculiar behaviour .
“wherever you see them they would spat once or twice for
being unlucky .
Little by little the weather changed.It was a bit colder than ten minutes before.His T-shirt did not fit the climate.He went in airport café again .its goods and drinks were very expensive at least for him to consume.Therefore, Every body had been saisfied with one only coffee or tea.The café was somewhat modern if compared to the European ones .It was full of odour of cigarette smoke ;it was stifling namely to the allergic ones.Miloud had patience and done his best to stay there as long as possible,because there had been nobody outside the building for fear of the chilly breeze weather .
The darker the night became ,the colder it got .The café clock’s pendulum swung to 22:00 and Miloud went out of the café up to the airport’s balcony .
What a panoramic view of the airport!
What a beautiful place!
The word beauty recalled him of the splendour of Tamanant:
-This girl can never be like others! What a good-looking full-size black eyes ! What an art drawn on those eyelids!
I should have brought her here to this wonderful place
And kiss those red rose-like lips!
-Tamanat ? where does this name come from?Mananush!
Yeah! An original berber name !
Miloud stopped thinking while being asked for a fire to light a cigarette by a bystander
Miloud did not listen to the bystander nor paid attention to him because he was analyzing one of the main problem :
-Why are most of immigrant berbers?
– Is it simply because they are courageous and bold;or better ,they want to better their economical situation!
-Why do not they work here?
-because there is no work ;nothing to do!or, the pay is low!
Miloud asked himself and answered himself like a crazy one.Then he compared himself to the well-heeled Tamanant:
-I wish I had married with her and had got the European documents.This means –of course-I might have had a Mercedes car!
If only she had been beside me !or Had I had children with her !
The noise of jet aircraft interrupted Miloud’s dreaming;abrightening star far away in the space distance was moving down to the airport ;the noiser thunder -like sound the jet became ,the more obvious its image appeared clearer to the viewers .Its noise had made harshness and insensitivity in everybody’s ears.
+ “Here is the lighter sir”execused the bystander.
“Whom are you waiting for?
-Dad.He is coming from Bochum.
+The land of Mark coin !I adore Gemany very much!I wish I were there !
-why don’t you work here and get what you want .Little by Little you get everything !
+No! it is impossible here !Life is short –you know !better get one of those corpulent ,gorgeous German girls.
Miloud thoughts took him back to Tamanant .He was haunted by her charm and charisma.Her voice had a special fascination which was cheerful as jolly as a lark
-yeah!the bystander has the right ;no money no love !
Beauty without money is like a hive without honey!
That’s it! Our life needs money so all berbers left for Germany.
-whom are you waiting for? asked Miloud as he gets his lighter back.
+ “my sister,my sister and her husband” said he in a very compassionate voice .
“You are from Nador, aren’t you?
-are you a detective ? I am kidding! We’re all from Beni- Yaznasan and the nearby.
+I am from Berkan and you?
-Beni-sidel side by side with Beni –ensar and Beni-shikar
+Too many “Beni”.Is it a four word or its production?
Miloud thought deeply about the origin of the word and its derivation and answered
-yes !it means sons of ….
+are the places Arabic ones ?
-No !I do not know much about our ancestors and about our history either.
+I think this is something misleading about the names!
-It is none of my business! Anyway ,we are all Muslims.
“Beni”came to Miloud’s mind again and again .He wanted to forgot it but he could not.but his time was much stronger than before and denoted that there had been too many races in the area belonging to different Europian’s origins,and murmured few vague words
+Your lighter !I have just given it back to you,haven’t I ?
-NO !I’ve just whispered that my sister has been married
to a European Christian citizen.
+Do you think that is tolerable and up to the social standard?
-Well! It is like this!That is the way it is !however married women are much better to none married ones.What are their beauty for ? Is it to be buried in the grave-yard?To seed it ?never can it be .
-for what ?
+got a double family.
Miloud left the bystander as soon as he saw his father coming down the stairs of the aeroplane.His father was wearing a Colombo detective white coat .Miloud’s heart beat irregularly and too much.it did again and again to the point that he would dread to drop down.The father waved
For him and kissed his hub palm and so did his son .The father’s greeting brought him pleasure and delight and a sense of bless and contentment.
-"Here he comes again!!!!" said Miloud with thrill.
" I am here father ! look at me ! Don’t you see me!"
Miloud abruptly returned his head back and he found unpredictably out that the Colombo coat-man was not his father ,because the latter was addressing a stunning woman behind him!Miloud peered desperately down to the man .Miloud remained tacky on the roof of the veranda of the airport station.
-“He isn’t my father ,shit!”said Miloud Frustratedly to himself .
-Could you mind giving me a cigarette,please
+ Yes of course ,here is one for you.How long have you been smoking?
-“This is the first time I smoke and may be the last one.”answered Miloud as he coughed loudly and very noisily.
+You seem to be a sport-man ;you shouldn’t do that !…..by the way what is your name? asked James.
-Miloud.you know I smoke to cool down my nerves ;I am really very distressed , upset and bleak.
Miloud felt ashamed as a kid.He stood in a cold ,chilly, freezing darkened corner very depressed .His blood becomes cool and his stir feeling and sensation were not functioning appropriately and well .He had converted to a “thing”,and had no soul and spirit al all.His mind had been incredibly tired out and needed a long relax.His heart was incredibly feeble.
It was a dreadfully frosty midnight and the weather had immediately turned up side down.it was horrible windy weather .No stars at all in the sky but an exceedingly huge blurred black clouds swinging in the space .Each black cloud gave birth to the new-fangled one .
Miloud felt a bit colder and went the port café for shelter.
This time with a broken heart. The café was almost empty because it was late and everybody gone home .
The odour of smoke inside the café stired up Miloud’s allergic reaction.Therefore ,he was not well either inside
Or out side .He had no place here .However ,he tried to
become accustomed to the inside café smell .He took a chair and sat in the middle of a semi-circled cigarettes’ends which had been thrown everywhere in the floor .
-Waiter !something hot to drink?
+It is midnight and it is time we closed ,sir!
-Might I sit for a while here it is very cold outside?
+I am afraid you can`t sir .The café had already been closed .sorry!
Miloud did not know what to do !he went out not wearing enough clothes ;just his sweated wet-T- shirt.
He swiftly saw a taxi .He scampered to it.It was placed in its special taxi station .
The grand-taxi was almost full of passengers.It needed a passenger to go.
+ “Just one and we leave!!!” yelled a taxi-driver standing by the the taxi .
-where is it going to ?asked Miloud.
+To Alhucima city via Nador city
The icon of Tamanant came to him again.Her beauty could not be found anywhere in the globe.he lived for a while in his dream then he unexpectedly been awakened by somebody .
+Are you going to Nador alone ?
-Yes ,of course.
+hurry up !
-please would you mind accepting me to get in with you ?
You know I am a poor student ! and I have just come to
Meet my dad but you see he has not arrived yet!
In the taxi car there were two valiant people and a
Taxi-driver .One of them was from Rif;he spoke berber
While the other spoke Moroccan Arabic.
+ “You are welcome !”said the taxi-man
* “I am afraid ! I can’t travel with you !it is impossible» affirmed the Riffi-one.
*Execuse me !First I do not know you !you must understand my circumstances! I don’t mean to offend you ,did I?
-Okey,please listen carefully !all I want from you is your
permission ,approval and consent ;otherwise I have to pay
for my seat as you have just done for yours in the taxicab.
++ “all right my son .There in nobody to offend you .I have to pay your share myself ,because you are frankly a poor student ,aren’t you?” said the Arabian.
+He has to pay for his seat ;that is satisfactory!
-“why don’t you have a look at my identity card !see my
Profession; I am a student .Had I had enough money I would have got it and paid for the six places.
*“I don’t know you! I am afraid of you! who knows ,you will kill me or steal my luggage.” Said the Riffi in a hesitated coward accent.
* “police!!!!help!!!!!!Police!!!!!!!help!!!!!!!!!!”screamed the Riffi passenger.
The policeman arrived in a blue uniform and his black face was very tired from exertion.
+here I am !what is the matter with you please?
*This passenger want to go with us to Nador city and I am scared of him that he may kill me on the highway.
+ please give me your card !
-here it is.
+Oh!!!!!! don’t you see on his face !he is much more handsome than you! Don’t you see your face! No ,he is just a poor student .You taxi-driver give him a lift to Nador!
+"Aren’t you ashamed of yourself !You’ve confused a pitiable student with a thief!"said the policeman.
*I am afraid !I can’t travel with him!you….
+ “if you utter any word I will get you out off the taxi !look at his face for a second time !are you blind! He is better than you!” said the policeman.
*“All right you want Miloud with us !we need other three passengers to leave the station .I will not pay for other places! Yes I am afraid of Miloud and there is no shame about it.” Said the 4 Riffi in a very hysteric manner .
+you see,this Riffi passenger is a coward! he outcries up for other passengers as the policeman has just left the station!
Miloud went in a taxi closer to the Riffi and then a bit closer .He looked face in face and fixed his eyes on the Riffi.The latter flew into a fit of rageand began to shiver with fear.
– “Look ! If you go shivering next to me all along the way I will get out of the taxicab; that is all I can do” Said Miloud in a very sympathetic ,sensitive understanding way.
Riffi sat in an obscured corner and afraid of his own shade.He was in a complete silence .Dead in his place .A cadaver without a soul with a bit of cold sweat running and sprouting out of his face into the wet place .
-Had he been a babe,He would have done something in the place!
The Riffi passenger took his handkerchief .He cleaned the sweat from his forehead .It was useless for a subtle faint heart .A bird heart hunted in hunter’s hand.
-Had you been home ,wouldn't you mind have told your family that you had met together with a big dangerous crook. Coward!!
An other taxi-driver beckoned Miloud .First to stop his irritation and anger .Second,to get into another taxicab which had already had five passengers.All of them were from Alhucima.
+ “it is needless to add somebody; we ‘re five passengers to share the 'empty' place” Suggested one of the Riffians.
-please let me be among you;I pay my place.
+we are sorry !It is full!
+ + “Let him be among you”Said the taxi-driver.
+“leave us in peace !we want to go home safe and in a good harmony.
We do not need intruders” answered the middle back passenger.
-what a nice image may create you on Moroccans at the overseas!
+We Riffians are cowards !Yeah! we are just leave us in peace ,please!
The last taxi left the port station at a high speed and so did all the other taxis because it was the last flight to the port .Everybody had gone home except Miloud with his wafer-T-shirt .It was hopeless to go any further. Now it was midnight ,it was extremely very cold .It burned
Miloud’s skin .There were no stars at all in the huge dark spacious sky .No taxis! Nobody ! but Miloud in a deep thought .
-1-I shall go to café but it is closed
-2-I shall go somewhere for shelter but where?
-3-I must leave this horrible cold place at once,How?
-4-I am suffocating and very depressed ,how can I get rid of this!
Apart from a wanning candle-like- light post,all the garden port lights went off and Miloud’s fear doubled on and on .He abruptly began to shake and tremble a lot. He shivered once again .It was too much for him to bear. And then he had no control over himself .His body muscles stirred unwell and moved so rapidly and fast .He had been in no command of himself at all. Every part of his body was acting on its own pseudo-accord. His crane cranium became an ice itself. His body started to loose its warmth and soft.there were too much spasm on his cold chest .His chest and shoulders were moving wildly up and down.His jaw fishes up and down in the cold,chilly space!
His heart swayed right and left in an incredible and terrible form like a kicked ball among foolish soccer players.
-what is this ? am I dying? Why every part of my body acting on this ways?
Miloud had no answer to these questions .He had been awfully shocked by the bitter cold nasty weather .Now he no longer thought about the shelter but about himself .He was dying little by little and struggling about life!
-1-I go on running to Oujda city .It is ten miles to go .
I could manage it since I am a sport-karate man.
The worst is I am dying!
As soon as Mioud left the coiled candle like light and entered into another black cloak of bordered darkness, Dogs jumped over him barking at the top of their savagery horrible voices.
-shit! Sons of a bitch, you dogs ,too!
Miloud hit one of the dogs with a strong punch on the dog’s triangular pyramid chest.
+Haw Haww…. Barked the dogs in a painful ,aching and hurted way.
-Again another! Damn you all (dogs)!take this(punch)!
Miloud fought daringly and so he forgot his cold at least for while. Then another huge and strong Germanic dog assaulted Miloud .He beat it and beat it again and again using his hands and legs but in vain.He restarted again and had given a strong Ochiro- magwashi-geri strike on the side of pyramidic dogged chest .The further Miloud got in the border of darkness, The more aggressions and attacks he received by the amazing horrible alstation dogs !
-But why they do not bite me ?Had sixteen alstation –dogs been lions ,they might have put an end to his life!
After Miloud’s attempt to cross the frontier of dogs,he huffed and puffed a lot.Then he determined to give up the idea of running to Oujda city,and came dejectedly to stay for a moment near the candle-like post.
– Whenever I come back to the light-post,the dogs stop barking!
Miloud stayed there hopelessly by the post .He did not know what to do .He had a break for a second .His heart beat faintly again! His blood suffering circulation had just come to stop functioning well .There were no warmth nor coldness in his body but just burned matches in every part of his inside body and a crazy mind to support .No matter how hard the second attempt was ,he renewed his spirit and courage to get a long the way .
-I vow to get it along and cross the road!I would run to Oujda! I'd reach it died or alive! At least better than dying with cold.I'd run to save my breath.It 'd be too hard for me .These dogs spoilt me again .
"There are airport obstacles to get in or out especially after the light goes off .I know this time they are going to be more severe and brutal with me .no matter how many fists they have got in their pyramid-like chest ,they no longer let me cross the road. Well !Are these sons of bitches fierce and wild? never can it be!"he thought deeply."
They did not want to bite Miloud due to their trainning .
If they had wanted to ,they would have torn him into grind meat .They would only jump on his face one after the other as if they had been in a training camp or in an animal club. They had been prepared to act in this way.
-“let me go ! Let me in peace bustards !”cried Miloud in a high pitch and voice.
The dogs produced horrible yaps and cruel barks .their
Inferno fire like eyes glimmered in the dark night .Miloud punched them with his right and left hands using heavy knocks here in their chests and there in their bull-like heads. Neither karate skills nor Judo ones were useful with these bustards!
-I am dying !cold !God condemn this fucking cold !
Enemies! They are in every part;A frontier wherever I go!
He thought a bit about Spanish frontier and wanted to cross the doggy animal frontier ;he was dying little by little of cold!
-Cold is fire ! I will not submit to it .I challenge it.I will confront this cold horrible fire !I will destroy this Arabic, barbaric barks! Shame on me if I did not break the port mosque door !
His forehead was wrinkled in disgust to the furious semi-circled sixteen alstation dogs.Besides, he scared to submit to the bare Oujdy cold.He came back to the same candle-like-spot.Suddenly ,the light beams stopped the wolf-like dogs to intrude any further to circled spacious glowing boundary place. However , he did not feel secure.
He huffed and puffed then he went down with his long uncivilized strides.
-“Tah!Tah!!Tah!!!” who is kicking the door.Then a fat soldier in a brownish second hand uniform came out in a terrified,loutish manner .An ugly Moorish sinister face smiling with a garlic odeur pushed aggressively Miloud away with his archaic ,ineffectual old rifle.
+Go away bustard from here !
-I won’t! Please I am dying of COLD!!!!I want to go to the mosque for shelter please.
+I have told you……….go away from here! I have a mission.I have been charged for the security here!I have something private and discreet in the mosque!GO away Son of a bitch!
-You see I am shivering to death! help me!
+do not tell ! you won’t enter by all means!
The soldier touched the trigger of his old rifle with the intention of killing Miloud.He kicked him once again on his buttocks.He insulted him .
+I mean it !I swear to kill you !
-I have alreadybeen dying!
+go to the port agency windows for shelter. you may find somebody there.
Miloud went on running back to the port windows as an arrow .He kicked the window-shop of the agency brutally then he pushed the door and knocked it once again and repeated again and again ;nevertheless, the glass did not break ,It was another frontier between warmth and death ! and all of a sudden:
+ “come in ,come in;it is very cold outside!” said a nice policeman who is sharing hot coffee with a detective .
He looked at Miloud’s wrinkled face then to his shaking hands.Miloud had got “the great expectation” book in his hand ,but he never felt it .
The police man got him from his arm and pushed him in.
*what is the matter with you?
+“Let him in peace !give him a glass of hot coffee!” answered the detective.
*Take my son .It is a nice Brazilian coffee! Are you a teacher?
*what subject matter you teach?
-I study English .I am a student .
+Why are you here alone in this cold night ?what happen to you?
-I come to meet dad at the port but he isn’t……….
+why did not you get a taxi to Oujda or Nador?
-The Riffians refused me to travel with them !
It was very comfortable inside the agency room.there was life due to an electric heater.Miloud renovated his
Normal bustle and life triggered again in his body .His big cheeks were as red as Spanish apples .His chin was expanded and he did not shiver any longer. He was at ease.
+I like English language very much .Better than French!
-Is it because it is an international language ,or because its people are polite and civilized!
*I like it too ,too!if I had not been a detective I would have been got a nice free job in Great Britain.
+me too, I hate this job!I often work as hard as a trustworthy dog .Often awake at night and at the back of behind ,and getting a misery salary.
-believe it or not ! I have trained karate in Melilla;I had made contact with the Spanish police;they get triple yours!
+you see !I have told you before!They despise us bastards!
*Take it easy !haven’t we have a right to commit a suicide !or better go Hell! or otherwise close ones file!
-Why do not you stop your work as soon as you end the eight years of police service ?you have a contract, haven’t you?
+It is just on papers!
At five a.m the black dark started to vanish away and the damp June warmth gave a rather faded port garden a new funny glow in Miloud’s cheeks. Birds twitters here and sparrows chirps above the sky .the port garden had been mowed and scythed in a very artistic way. Various lawns covers the port region .He enjoyed early in the morning the flattening of the green grass beneath his sneakers. Thus he picked up two multi coloured flowers and smelt the fallen dews on them. He sneezed twice and recalled:
If you stick to the flag of the mother, you won’t ever bother!
He stopped the CTM coach and got in till Beni-Ensar Frontier.
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