story of my life,again

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 29, 2018

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The Story Of My Life,Once Again

A Story by bluessadmood

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oh life ,you arrange everything for us,Ok what ever

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What shall I say,Ok,i lived a very disturbed life ever since ever I was a grown up, I witnessed 3 wars ,I was jailed 3 times, I was almost killed by a car bomb, I think almost 3 times ,again, I left my country ,thought I was never going back ,just imagine if I did not go back ,by now I should be living in Seychelles and I almost got their nationality, its called paradise it was really great ,I worked there as a practitioner sergeon,it was great I worked with all nationalities ,boss of surgery department was a Uguslav,the others are either German ,French ,Cshecks,russians,actually you see the whole world there ,my best friend was American ,he worked there as an army officer during the Gulf war on Kuwait, what an irony ,after that he married a Seychellois pretty lady ,she was a real darling it was through her sister Mary ,that we were introduced to them ,they had a lovely mansion up on a hill they used to invite me to so many parties .Its here,when there was some conflict I used to take my American friend aside while drinking lots of beers and standing on the cliff, that led down deep to the sea, and the lovely breeze will blow smoothly as the hour is closing on 6 pm same timing as Iraq but what a hell of a difference, he will tell me a story about each of the couples in that party ,he knew he will shock me with every one ,in an hour the dancing will take place ,in still two more hours they are all so tipsy I even felt afraid one of them may fall down from high up ,my friend laughed at me ,he said do not worry ,these people never fall ,just watch out for yourself ,after a huge dinner ,where the music will go on like forever ,each couple you see ,they go wondering to the opposite side of the edge up the hill ,where the place is so heavily bushy ,they will stay there like forever ,only come back for more drinks ,and not beer for sure ,at 5 am morning I stand with my friend its almost clear area now ,my friend Mary will wink at me as if saying ,you must like it here ,by now I must have had 6 beers and almost dosing, and very sleepy ,John ,my American friend will say:you will not go  sleepy now ,no, I said what do you think we should do then...and so the party goes on for another hour and then I take my leave ,he, John giving me a ride through the winding road downhill...oh that morning light and the breeze getting cold as there should come a shower of rain from high up in the hills at this time of the hour where it gets cold and the fresh air ..you would think of one crazy idea ,take off your clothes ,all of them ,and walk out of the car ,and have a run between the very tall trees all around you ,the fresh air so strong to your smell ,you may be intoxicated, but we just laugh and pull ahead heading downtown, going back to ,Victoria hospital ,I am tipsy and very sleepy ,so I hardly pull through the day ,drinking so many coffees in the hospital cafeteria.. in a few days ,we are going do the same thing again ...I liked it there ,but there was a calling for me from home ,by 2003 ,when power was handed to the Americans I went back, where another drama was waiting for me ,you know its a series of dramas you find yourself in without even planning it. 

 

 
 

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