When you are travelling on the road, does the thought cross your mind about the people who are going in the opposite direction, like why are they going there? What is their business there? Does your thought inquire about the strangers who you are travelling with, where are they going? What are their motives to go the same exact direction as yours?
Sometimes I sit and observe the people around me, trying to figure out why are they behaving the way they conduct themselves, sometimes I even try to read their minds, although I know am not a psychic but I really do try to do it every now and then, just to get a glimpse, a spark, a twitching movement in their heads and minds to satisfy my hunger, my need and my desire for more knowledge.
We meet new people on everyday basis, especially if you live in a big city or town, but if you live in a village where the population doesn’t exceed a couple of hundreds, then of course that chance is out of question, but, try this, say hello and get to know a new person everyday in your life, by the end of the year you would have known 365 people, add one third of that to the mix, cause in the course of the year you will know their friends too, plus add a quarter of that to the mix cause you will get in touch with them on cyber networking like (FB, My space, msn, yahoo etc),then by the end of the year you would have known at least 577 persons if not even more actually, now if you think about it, it sound a bit farfetched, but is it really that implausible, I think not, and remember one of those people could be your worst enemy you have come across in your life and maybe one of them is the love of your life and maybe one of them is the best friend ever you would find in your whole life, life is easy people, it is us who make it fucking complicated, really give it a try and have fun in your life add a bit of fucking excitement instead of your monotonic sad ass life , make friends, I did it once so why not you too!!!
LIVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE TO THE MAX
I made a camp close to the city and went on foot to city, by walking a distance of 7 kilometers on flip flops, in normal circumstances I would have done the distance in less than an hour by using the SAS method of fast walking with less energy usage (by pushing your shoulders with every step to your opposite foot), but not now, am just a Bedouin who is going his way to the city in the most simplistic way, which it took me a bit more than two hours, I could have used the public transport but I wanted to avoid further interactions with the Iraqi authorities.
I left all my weapons buried near my camp and took only my bayonet which was strapped under my left arm pit, and a one charge of semtex strapped to my upper right thigh just underneath my balls.
The city was crowded, it was like a bee nest was hibernating all winter and just came out awake spreading their workers to the wide world to collect nectar to their nest, busy streets with cars, the fruit and vegetables market was open and every seller was shouting and calling people to their shops to show them how cheap and good quality their veggies were, I noticed a couple of armed soldiers were patrolling the streets, but no sign of any republican guards whatsoever.
I moved along to the veggie stand to buy some fruits and some fresh vegetables, they guy looked at me and asked where I was from, I told him I was a Bedouin, and he was really surprised and said he hasn´t seen any Bedouin in a long time, I asked in a indirect manner about why there were soldiers around, he said well the bitches brothers the Americans are fighting with us and we have to protect ourselves somehow plus there is the energy plant near here and they are guarding it cause the bitches brothers always target the energy plants and leave us without any electricity.
So my or our suspicions were confirmed that the soldier and the army were here strictly for the power plant which leads that they must have something there they are trying to protect, I paid the guy and thanked him and went back to the city main streets and found a traditional cafeteria, went in there and ordered some Arabic traditional coffee and listened to the main chatter that was going around, nothing special that I could consider a lucrative information, then a couple of people were playing domino´s shouting all together with some people gathering around to watch so I stood up and joined the group and watched with them as the game developed and went up tempo when every stone was played in a mocking way with a hard smack on the table to taunt the other players, in the end the losing team bought the winners drinks and food on their costs, I got acquainted with one of the guys who was watching the game, his name was Tariq, a young guy about my age at that time.
Tariq was an engineer student at Baghdad University; he was thin and lanky, a bit tall, dark skinned almost like an Indian with thick eye brows and thick black hair and couple of puppy like dark brown eyes, his nose had a hard ridge at the top of it which gave him the look of an old boxers nose who’s been broken for a long time, he lived with his mom and two younger sisters, his father died in the Iraq Iran war.
When he first saw me standing and watching the game he approached me and told me in a funny joking way, so shaikhna will you enlighten me with your expertise?
I was a bit caught off guard not realizing how intense I was concentrating on the game and didn´t get what he meant until I realized that I was wearing the traditional sheikh clothes the way the head of families wear their clothes in Iraq, but mine were worn out and out of color!!
Tariq a young man who proved his use to me and his good heart and good will what brought him down!!!!!