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A fraction of the long term memory
A fraction of the long term memory
I remember babe, in 1985 or 86, I was in San Diego with my lovely girlfriend Sandra (that sweet Mexican American I told you about in one of my hallucination Sessions, here in this site, don't you remember?)
I was there with her. Yeah, it was September or October. I don't remember exactly, but it was sure before Christmas. But I remember when we came from that tourist tour we promised each other to make it a well-remembered night.
In our lovely 1 (or may be less star) Motel we got almost naked and started the ecstatic scheme by tickling each other and laughing like children when we suddenly heard a big smash. I looked through the window to see someone who broke into my car. So, I got out of the room half naked and shouting with all the ugly words I learned from the movies and streets (in addition to some words I translated from Arabic
Supplemented by some curses I invented in a hurry). I went down pretending that I want to fight the with the guy who got the guts to break into my car although he was actually triple or quadratic my size. Since he felt guilty, he ran away so I felt so relieved that I didn' need to struggle with such a giant person. If I fought with such a guy what would probably happen to me.
While, I was shouting and cursing, my smart lady was calling the police.
Within 20 minutes (or maybe less) there was a police car just in front of our room. They said they have captured someone who may be the suspect so they wanted me to come with them in order to try to identify him. So I went with them (overdressed of course. I didn't want to tease the decent city of San Diego). We got to a gas station were I saw 4 or 5 police cars. Then they showed me a person (an African American with all my respect). Then, they asked me is this the guy? Deep in my mind I said yes. But to them I said I am not really sure. So they took me back to my Motel and they took my address and phone number.
Soon, after I got to Tucson Arizona, I received a call from the Police of San Diego, saying that I must attend a court about the incident that happened to my car and told me that I can receive my prepaid ticket in the airport.
When I got to the court I met my attorney. I tell you the truth I liked this person. He has a sense of humor and broad knowledge about different cultures. I discovered that from the 30 minutes we have been waiting for our turn. I tell you, I think that guy (the attorney) have been to the Middle East because he did Athan (or Aizan in some other accents) perfectly in the waiting Hall (Athan is the loud call for prayers in the Muslim countries).
In the court, The judge asked me few questions. The most important one: can you identify the one who got into car in the audience here. The audience there were 6: the judge, his secretary (the typist), me, my attorney, the suspect and the government attorney.
I looked at the judge and said loudly, I am not sure. The guy with blue shirt has the same figure but I am not sure about the face features (although I recognized him as I recognize the lines in my right hand palm).
And that is that. I lied to them. I know for sure that the guy who got into my car didn't do it because he enjoys doing. I know so much about the unequal opportunity. I know so much about the centuries of slaveries. I know more than enough about the historical injustice (not only in America but everywhere).
The bottom line, I lied to them and went back home, to Tucson Arizona.
In Tucson, Sandra came to receive me and as soon as she saw me she asked: how did the trial go?
I: I set him free.
Then she throw her lovely body onto me to give me that warm hug in that cold winter that I will never everforget no matter how old I get.
And that was that.
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F. A. Fayez.
04:16
Jun 14, 2014
Riyadh
Saudi Arabia
