18 years old, only 18, I felt the whole world is open to me and spreading it´s opportunities to me, ready for grasp ready to grab ready to do anything I wanted or wished to do.
The first thing I did after I finished the school was taking on a road trip with my guys and friends I got to know from a martial arts gala in Holland, we had two cars filled with drugs food and happy guys who just wanted to have fun, nothing more or less, we started our journey from Netherlands to Belgium, France, Spain and ended it up in Italy and then we headed northbound towards Germany, Denmark and Sweden.
In Sweden we went to Halmstad and we went on camping near the beach of Halmstad, there I had two things that happened to me the first time in my life; one I got poisoned, second I fell in love for the first time in my life.
The poison accident was funny, really, we were out in the city and me and my friends saw a tree with delicious looking juicy bright red berries, we all started eating but I ate the most(almost a kilo of that shit). Then we went to a restaurant and ate pizza, after 5 minutes I went to the toilet and threw up the whole pizza I just ate, I thought at that time, ah maybe it’s just that I have some cold or something, but when the process kept on continuing and everything I put inside goes out within a minute, I knew that something was wrong, I told my friends to go and do their business, I will be waiting for the ambulance on my own, they all agreed only one guy stayed.
By the time the ambulance came I was down on the side walk(it took them fucking 20 minutes), hugging my belly in agony and tremendous pain, and the dumb fuck who came out of the ambulance asks me if I feel ok, I told him yeah sure fuckface I just called the ambulance for fun, it´s actually a hobby of mine to call ambulances, we went to the hospital and in there they had the guts, balls and fucking cojones to show me a book with pictures in it, and they ask me the disoriented poisoned guy to point to them which plant I fucking ate, it was right there and then that I lost all my believe in Swedish fucking medical system.
Anyway they came back with two mugs of mixed coal with water and told me to drink it, I did and it did help directly, after that the next day it was the first day in my life to go to the toilet and poo out a black shit, which was fascinating at that time.
I had many one night stands at that camp; one of them was pretty interesting , she had her pussy half shaved from the upper side and she had a grass cutter machine tattooed on that shaven area, which looked like the grass cutter was shaving her pussy(fucking fascinating),but then I met a local girl(Eva).
Eva was half Swedish mother side and half Finnish father side, about my length, a bit heavy set, green eyes with yellow rings on the inside, full cheeks that give an idea of an overweight girl though she was not, big boobs that you will notice the first time you see her, and all in all I would give her 7 out of ten for looks, I fell in love the first time I saw her, I don’t know why but my heart belonged to her, I saw the world in different colors, smelled the air differently, felt that my life had a purpose and that purpose was Eva.
We met through a grill party, on the beach and she was there with her friends and I was with mine, we mingled and then it happened, we started seeing each other every day, she was as much in love with me as I was with her, and the last day we both kissed goodbye with tears in our eyes, I told her don’t worry I will be back to study in Halmstad and be with you forever.
Yes that serious we were, she was 17 and I was 18, we mailed each other love letters with perfume, sent each other cd´s, and called each other for hours on the phone, I had everything planed and arranged to study in Halmstad and just a week before I move to Sweden, I receive a letter from her saying that she found someone else and we no longer are together, I was devastated, broken, agonized and in hellish state that couldn´t believe what had happened, so I call her demanding answers, she said; well I fell in love with some Iraqi guy his name is Mohammed and I no longer love you, if I say I cried rivers, that would be an understatement, I was really torn, never expected that nor I did thought about it, But I moved on.
One day we were sitting and having fun all my friend and me, we wondered what everybody´s going to do, I wondered between studying further, road trip, travelling or work, then one of my friends said; hey why don´t you go to the army, I know you can´t handle it, I said oh yeah I can, and all my friends laughed at me and started taunting me that I couldn´t handle the army, then I fired back; how about we make a bet guys, let´s say(1000 guilders, 500 euro´s),they all agreed.
I had the odds against me,5 to 1, If am going to win then I would gain 2500 euro´s but if I lose I would have to pay 2500 euro´s to them back, the next day I went to the army office and registered myself, but there was a hook, the officer told me there is no place in normal army forces, we have only open spots in special forces(commando´s, green berets), I told him go for it, not realizing that the next 6 years of my life would be attached to it, and I signed the three years contract with a broad smile on my face, excited by what will comes next and happy that I won the bet, and so it started, the epic journey that I had in special forces that took me to two wars and armed me with intelligence, experience, patience, new languages, and new opportunities that changed my life altogether.