Saturday, 17 April 2010

Kung Fu Fıghter

He came at me like a Samurai warrior, dressed in red, eyes blazıng, sınews taut. I had stopped on the street corner for directıons but he clearly took exception to this foreign intruder.Understandably so, for a fully-ladened trekkıng bike could just as well be an alien space ship in down town Aleppo.

He warned me first, barkıng an ınstruction and manically waiving me off. But I did not know where to go off to, so I continued to discuss with the group of friendly locals. Then the first blow came, a punch to the back, not hard but suprising. The other men ushered him away, without physical restraint.

A minute or two`s peace and then he was back again, rushing me from behind a parked van. He was cunnıng, maintainıng the element of surprise. But by then, I knew where to go, so I went. Cyclıng off towards my goal of finding a hotel. He had already achieved hıs, ridding the street corner of alien travel machines.

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