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MiloudBy Mr Miloud Benhakia


I

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.

12/6/1978

Querido Hijo,

                       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

                                              Tu padre

– 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?

-no

+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!

-YES!

+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!

 II

                                                         

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.

III

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 .

IV

   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?

+very much

-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 .

    1. What a panoramic view of the airport!

  1. 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

+thanks!

   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

                                       V

+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 .

+Congratulation !

-for what ?

+got a double family.

Thanks!

   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.

VI

   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.

VII

  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!

-thanks

+”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!

VIII

   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.

     but-if not!!!

    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.

IX

   – 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?

-yes!

*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!

X

  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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