In 1985, Sudan in serious trouble. Sudan had been in trouble, but this time it was the country almost to its knees. I was invited to visit the family of a dear friend, a Sudanese girl who I shared an apartment with, and I hoped that must be met by her cousin Zuba.
I arrived in Khartoum, at the exact moment of the Sudan to release its current president, Gaafar Muhammad Nimeri decided. From the first moment I arrived, I could feel the tension, there was an almosttangible thing, raw and exciting. I was told until late at night, tiptoed through the bundle of rags sleeping, resting almost no furniture in the building functional unusual for the airport. At least I'm sure it was the arrival hall.
There were Mountains of lost luggage scattered in all directions, locks hanging freely, with, of course, was manipulated by a number of looters. In my innocence and inexperience of life, in Khartoum, I had a rather wornelegant white Dress and jacket for my trip, more like choosing a wedding Dress in a coal mine to explore really, although it was not for my stupidity right now.
I was sitting to the one described only as the final chaos. The plane that had just come down from about two hundred passengers were shocked into a room only sLightly larger and very dusty spit like a scout hut. Floating sand was everywhere, in the air, on the seats, he settled in drifts along the bar andthrough the plexiglass barrier separating the public from immigration officials barely visible. The children were crying, some Arabs were strange hymn horn through a loudspeaker crackles, and beyond, build cars and taxis.
As I sat, fine sand and yellowish-brown to float up to the shoulders and lapels of my crisp white Dress and black leather jacket and purse on my dressing room and if I was afraid of losing sight of my belongings inthis madhouse.
A group of ragged body seemed to be stirring a lot of baggage in front of me. On closer inspection, I could back of the shirt read me closer. "Baggage Handling" he said. The carrier had only worn a pair of Speedo shorts and flip-flop. It was blowing up a foul-smelling clove cigarettes, and he and his friends had already opened a case on the line.
They had also opened a cage for birds for someThe reason, and the occupants, an African parrot, had flown in search of refuge. The parrot was now on the blades slowly rotating ceiling fan great that I had ever seen and it was perched hurling selection of phrases from his repertoire considerably to all tHose who walked beside him. Each set was made in most of the adults and who were a group of fans who accuse him of peanuts to coax him from his perch collected. I gathered from one of his young admirers, that hisName was Maxwell.
The collection of rags was now a scroll of my suitcases, so I decided it is time to make property claims. Just as I got up from his chair, came Zuba. I should explain at this point that Zuba, as we affectionately called, was 36 years old and not yet married. In Sudan, for this very old and not yet engaged or married, was an unforgivable sin. It was not so strange and unattractive Zuba. By this I mean, she was of medium size,huge brown eyes with the edge of the heavy brows, smooth skin of a Coffee complexion, and delicate hands and feet. His voice, however, would cut steel. Most of his comments have been quick to laughter, followed usually mistaken for male origin.
Zuba is clumsy in the extreme, she went as a farmer, if he could carry away from a pigsty, feet, with great strides and swing your arms as she left. Zuba go venerable Bob Marley, Peter Sellers and parties. HadHe entered the army for having left school and had risen through the ranks, training as a medical officer and later as a psychologist in 1985 had reached the rank of colonel.
Where was Zuba, so followed his entourage. There were two private soldiers in uniform told me that was his bodyguard, the building of both significantly lower than they were and afraid of her. Four other soldiers seemed just around the first two tracks and try to look interested in everythingZuba said or done. The seventh member of his small band was his driver, he punched her bag, if they misbehave.
E 'come to me dressed decorate the arrivals hall in Khartoum, in their khaki uniforms, seeds and Adler each shoulder, a gold rope swinging from his left tunic look very official, and the crowd waving their service revolvers all dared get in their way. He threw his arms around me and lifted me up by myFeet and kissed me on both cheeks many times. When he finished, planting kisses all over my face, had to overcome her feelings and she started to cry really. Your driver handed her a handkerchief and blew his nose loudly before shouting to grab one of their troops for my suitcase.
Zuba took us through immigration in a flurry of handshakes and a toothy grin, he introduced me to everyone and explained that I was a VIP from diplomatic circles. I was actually a modestAdministrator Leeds then nothing could be further from the truth and it was very clear none of them believed her, but she did not seem concerned, and we were just outside the doors of the terminal.
Our transport was an open army jeep, complete with flags and noisemakers. We sailed with the hot, dusty roads, one could certainly not call them roads, and after what seemed like hours we arrived at the family home Zuba, a suburb of Omdurman. Tired, encrusted with dirt and dust I came inZuba ruined splendor at home.
E 'was easy to see how the old days was their considerable family wealth and influence. Well, the marble floors beneath my feet, coarse sand, Braun were at the edges where the floor met the walls, bare Light bulbs hanging Lamps, carpets worn over the place. Zuba took two young girls at the front and presented them as servants. "It's OK, Jan, do not kiss them, are very blacks!" theyI! Shocked, I began to speak from the girls in this way, scolded, but she laughed loudly and began to unzip me up.
Zuba, the room has not been established, since she was nine years old and was still pink, painted furniture and posters of pop stars of the sixties to the walls. A young Donny Osmond smiled at me from above a bed, which I assume will Zubas, cotton throws in bright colors were draped on chairs, hide a child DisneySnow-white transfers attached to his back. Zuba said that his bedroom was in that state by his mother as a punishment for married people is not always remained respectable age. I mumbled something cool and continue to show me her private apartments.
It 'been a heavy metal door at one end of the room, which must be the door of the flat roof. I walked into the door and asks to see a roof garden with perhaps a dining area. Instead I was welcomeda collection of discarded cardboard, some of which is compliance with the smell of fruits of the pages. Beyond the box was another door, this time in a bath with a tap up on the wall, the Shower was only half of a Toilet, the smell was beginning to make me gag. Everything was covered in brown dust. The rest of the roof was an open space with a wall.
A clothing line was drunk between the wall of the bathroom and strungHooks on the parapet, and, of course, would be impossible to peg washing out of it at its highest point. At the other end of the roof, a plastic chair and table was a suspicious object, looking for the trailing edge of a Wire through the wall. "Here, Jan, you can call your family and tell them you are in a beautiful home Zuba," he said, pointing to the item I will now be recognized as a phone without a plastic cover.
Zuba withdrew quietly on the ground floor, leavinghome phone. It 'was then that I realized there was no dial tone on both the object was therefore no figures are available. I sat on a plastic chair and laughed.
I stayed with Zuba and her family for six wonderful months. I was 31 and had worked as a secretary in a service branch of engineering companies in the last two years. I was suffering from boredom for so long now I was starting to get used to me eternal boredom set in my routine and I was afraid ofwake up one morning on the wrong side of fifty and was wondering where my life was gone. Sudan was the kind of adventures that I needed and I started in the business of life on the razor's edge with passionate abandon. I got a job as a secretary agreed temporarily to a local oil company and every single feature that I was invited for the next three months to participate.
Khartoum has been by American pilots who were there to overwhelm the local train Air Force. They invited me to hisParties and barbecues and treated me like a king. I joined the Club Sudan, the last vestige of British rule and still one or two live-in residents living in the fifties, when the Sudan streets and sidewalks on the left.
At first I was happy to be with Zuba and Sudanese families who lived on the road. After a few weeks, but I began to underStand that I will be a waste of family resources in a city where food shortages were becoming increasingly concernedevery day.
The bread was put in a queue, sometimes for hours. The two officers were sent to wait for hours in the sun outside the bread shop, the grocery store, and the worst of all, the storage of gas, where gas cylinders have enough money to residents who have had to bribe Officials of the deposit regimes, which they cook and Light their homes. The storage of gas was a long walk, no protection from the sun, when you got there, and go home without any guarantee of gas.
One ofZuba Cousins, Ozzy, was a regular visitor to the house. He entered the late morning and politely greet Zuba, then at the front terrace with his brothers to Smoke and drink 'Sid' - consisted of a mixture of ninety repugnant alcohol test for a cocktail in these difficult times. The whole family was devout Muslim, I must stress, and therefore forbidden to consume alcohol. As in all things, was the consumption of alcohol neglected and considered anecessary evil to overcome the boredom of everyday life in reduced circumstances.
One evening, about a week after my arrival, I was invited Ozzy to visit his mother. I was pleased when Ozzy's mother had invited a reputation for great beauty of his generation and a sophisticated woman. We left just before dinner, and I was amazed at how Ozzy would find its way to the desert sand of Khartoum fascinated. There were no street signs, no signs, no stop sign.The sands of time had covered a city beautiful again. Ozzy has informed me that long ago when the British were in residence, the city had fire hydrants, mailboxes, well-paved sidewalks, shops and taxis, post offices. Now I was just tired, dusty houses facing each other tired, dusty houses, a desert landscape in between. You had to solve a compass.
We stopped suddenly in front of a house with a metal gate locked. It 'was a Mercedes parked outside the home and Ozzydropped out of the car, opened the trunk and pulled out a plastic canister and a Hose. To my horror and disbelief, began the process to siphon gasoline from a Mercedes parked in our car! I turned my energies to this blatant theft but Ozzy smiled, ignored me and continued to its destination.
My visit to Ozzy's mother, Una, was the first in a series of visits, each funnier than the last, and we became good friends. They helped me find an apartment inKhartoum and I did it with furniture donated by a group of friends interested in providing.
I felt more at ease now that I do not exhaust Zuba family of limited stocks and it is now able, with few amenities, like shampoo and toothpaste, which I bought at the American commissioner to work an additional service for an American company to supply oil. Some days were good and some were unspeakably bad.
I woke up one morning to find my apartment flooded. E 'There was no water for three days and I was stupid enough in the position of the taps. The water supply was in the middle of the night has been restored and overflowed everywhere. Upon his arrival in the street I found my driver, Khamis, uses under the hood of the car assigned to me. After setting up the support of a number of passers-by, it was concluded it was out of gas in the car.
It was sweltering in the back seat, and I wanted to know why I opened the window.Khamis told me solemnly that he super glued the windows shut in order to deter thieves. The front window is not locked, I pointed out. No, said he has found, because it was too hot with the parties.
Arriving in my office, he would have normally phones were not working, the Power was cut off, the water was gone, or the goalkeeper was not to open the building, as part of a mass update of Coffee for endless cups of Coffee at lunch. L 'Sudan Club provided food during the day. It would not be too picky, you had to eat what's on the menu for the day. My lunch consisted of a few days a remarkable collection of cucumber and a slice of bread, other times it was a real hard by the arrival of a supply of food, which was then distributed by the enterprising character responsible for the goods imported through its ports.
Zuba was a regular visitor to my apartment and made it his home, the organizationon the couch with his feet on the coffee table and watching my video collection, the library, I borrowed a week after American commissioner shop. He put in a big bowl of cereal, their anger, glue themselves to the TV and refuse to talk until he reached the end of their film.
I was surprised one morning Zuba down from his official car outside my flat, espionage, in full uniform with white Gloves and sunglasses that look like a female versionIdi Amin, their useless drivers to take them home when they entered the window of his Jeep and he tripped in a hole in the road and hit him on the head with her purse and shouted abuse at him until the volume together. She had been to the hairdresser, and shoulder-length hair was braided into hundreds of tiny braids, and fixed at the end of colored beads to wear very attractive to the party, but not easy to accessorize an army uniform. In the previoushis uniform cap had blocked a pair of headphones and went to dance up the stairs of the building for an aMount of Bob Marley.
Zuba casually asked me what I have to work, and when I said I came in, treated paper, coffee, etc., froze in shock. What did "make coffee?" I am doing my I explained that to make coffee in the modern world secretaries for the boss, it was a big problem. The day after she appeared in my office, with aides and servicesRevolver, who greeted my head and felt the dark, do not ask his friend, his coffee again, if he would survive his tour of duty in Sudan. I assured him, after he was gone, that he did not worry, I was very happy to make his coffee. However, he asked me again.
During my time in Khartoum, I researched the seam where the Blue and White Niles meet to be helped in a crocodile hunt, survived the attack of many Haboob (sandstorms)and flew in the desert near El Obeid, courtesy World Bank study on the desert field geologist who live in isolated camps to meet with their families, went two years in the wilderness without any contact with the outside world are very happy to see us.
I experienced the symptoms of tear gas during the coup and had a bottle of soda water in the bath when the water supply completely dried up, and Stand&c=25" title="Buy Miter Saw Stand Low Price">Saw with joy when Nimeri was finally ousted from Power, which combines dance andCelebrations on the streets, which went on for days. I visited the camps in which it was associated with my friend Margarita in the aMount of vaccine treatment of children with so many diseases, famine, and finally quenched Marguerita, died of cholera, while in my small apartment. She was so brave and strong, it seemed unthinkable that it should end their days in such terrible circumstances.
My stay in Sudan ended when I have the opportunity to visit Dubai for over a year later. I found modern desertThe exciting life and a new platform for adventure. Sudan and Dubai are at opposite ends of the spectrum of civilization. While Sudan was poor, disadvantaged and poor health, Dubai was thin, rich and super efficient. I needed a change and went to my new life in the UAE with the modern impetus same enthusiasm I felt when I first had the plane in Khartoum. I will always remember them, the Sudan, Khartoum, Marguerita and Zuba.
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