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Saturday, 6 September 2008

MULTIPLY Creative Challenge #18: Cool Breeze

This story is based on a visit I once made with my husband to Marrakesh, Morocco. The photos are all from this visit. I just let my imagination run wild and this is the result.

Market Place Jemaa-El-Fna

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She sat in her room looking over the noisy market place and longing for a cool breeze to take the tension out of the air. Every nerve in her body was tingling with impatience. If it was only finished, if only the moment had passed and everything was settled. She did not choose to live in this place but she had no choice. Women in her country had no choice. “Sold to the highest bidder” she thought with resentment. Her choice was Ali, and she was his. They grew up together, played together. When they were younger she never felt the climate as being stifling, without air. She could breathe and with her Ali breathed. They were one heart and one soul until that fateful day when she became a woman.

Her father and mother were pleased to have another daughter off their hands. She was hoping that she would be promised to Ali, but no. Her parents found the son of a shop owner in the local bazaar was not good enough and they sold meat.

Market scene in the souks

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People that sold meat were not worthy of their daughter. She was promised to a carpet dealer. She begged, she cried, Ali asked for the hand of their daughter, but to no avail. The marriage promise had been made and she was to marry Ahmed. He was rich, had already a wife and three sons, but it was time to take a younger wife who might even bear him more sons. Her parents were happy to have made such a good match for her daughter and Ahmad did not ask for very much. Just two camels and some gold, which was the price she was worth. Ali would not have asked for so much. His parents were happy when their son was happy.

And here she was at the window counting the minutes. An hour had passed, she could go. She bundled her few possessions up in a cloth and walked carefully down the stairs until she reached the living quarters. Ahmad was silent on some carpets on the floor. She stepped over him being careful not to touch him and slipped out of the door. The noise from the market got louder and she thought “does this town never sleep”. A continuous music rhythm threaded through the walls of the tourist restaurants accompanied by the beat of the drum to which the dancing girls were moving.

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The call of the market criers was to be heard on every corner. She walked past the water sellers, the dentists operating on the street, onwards through the narrow alleys paved with wood, the smell of sweat, meat and peppermint in the air from the leather workers. They needed the peppermint to neutralise the smell of tanning the leather. She thought that her own fate was mild in comparison to the children that were forced to work on the leather, tanning hides and laying them out to dry in the sun to keep the Europeans content to wear their cheap leather garments.

Menara Gardens


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Slowly the noise from the souks disappeared in the distance; she was now on the open road passing the water reservoir supplying the water for the town. Her steps hastened, she no longer had very far to go. Just another five minutes and she would be there. A cool breeze now cut through the still air, at last she could relax. As she turned the corner she saw him. Ali was waiting as promised with his bicycle. She sat behind him and they rode away into the distance to the village where Ali and his family lived, where they would stay for the night.


Photo taken early in the morning



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She had no fear that she was being followed. The drug she had slipped into her husband’s tea at the evening meal was something for ever. He would no longer awake and would only be discovered the next day when she and Ali were on a ship moving towards the European coast


Outside Marrakesh


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Creative Challenge #18

Friday, 5 September 2008

A Trip to the vets and other things by Fluffy

As I said yesterday I would be back today with part two of my adventures. „ I had quite an adventure this week. There I was dreaming of the next open tin of tuna fish and Mrs. Human picked me up. I dislike being touched like that, especially by humans. Before I could meow I was in the cage with the lid down, although she had a bit of a bother putting my fluffy tail in. Eventually she picked the cage up and took me to the big monster with four wheels, I think they call it a car.


Fluffy visiting the vet


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Here you can see me parked on the pavement next to the car while Mrs. Human took the photo. The vets is opposite on the other side of the road with those blue things in the garden. Not that I mind a visit but the first thing I saw while I was waiting was an enormous big black dog, Mrs. Human called it a King Poodle and was talking to its human. I did not feel very safe in my little cage, but afterwards a lady arrived with two cats so I knew everything would be ok.


King Poodle

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The vet soon called us and he gave me another one of those needle things, but I didn’t say anything. Mrs. Human said I was very brave. I wish she hadn’t said that as the vet gave me another needle afterwards, something to do with infusion. That vet is so quick, you just do not have time to get nervous. We were soon on the way home that because that second needle was just liquid, I had to “pass water” in my cage, but as I was sitting on newspaper, Mrs. Human just disposed of it when we got home. I was glad to be back in my own four walls again and so I went back to my favourite sleeping place where I was before.

Today was my birthday as you may know. I am now five years old and still don’t have any grey hairs. I notice Mr. and Mrs. Human are always getting more and more grey hairs. Nera hissed at me for my birthday and Tabby pushed me out of the way. It is nice to have friends that take notice of you. Mr. Human took me for a nice walk and Nera and Tabby came as well. Mrs. Human gave me a big hug when she got home from work. There was no tuna fish, but that doesn’t matter as I will get my portion on Sunday and Wednesday. At the moment I am sitting with Mr. Human while he is watching the television. I would especially like to thank all those nice Multiply people that have sent best wishes for my birthday. You know I feel really at home on this blogging thing. If only my paws were a bit smaller, I could type much quicker.


Fluffy

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Thursday, 4 September 2008

My Sleeping Places by Fluffy the Cat

Mrs. Human said as it is my birthday tomorrow I can do a blog all on my own, so I thought I would tell you about life at home.


Fluffy in the drums


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“At last a nice comfortable warm place for a sleep. Since Mr. Human has got himself an electronic drum set for practicing life is much more comfortable. I like sleeping in places that are a little bit off limits. I used to make myself comfortable on the armchair in the living room, but that got a bit noisy with time and Mr. and Mrs. Human were always walking past and disturbing my dreams. Then I found sleeping behind the books in the bookshelf was quite handy. Mr. and Mrs. Human even had to look for me as I was so nicely hidden. Even the other two cats, Tabby and Nera, didn’t know I was there, although Nera said if she bothered to have a sniff around she would have found me, but she spends most of the time outside since the summer days arrived.


Fluffy peeping from behind the books


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Tabby leaves me in peace. She is more at home in Mrs. Human’s office on her chair, although Mrs. Human doesn’t like that very much because she then has to sit on an uncomfortable stool. Tabby told me she really only sleeps there to show who has the claws on in the house. Her favourite place for sleeping is on top of the wardrobe where she can observe everything that happens in our home. That can sometimes be a problem as Nera also likes to sleep up there and that is often the cause of a slight misunderstanding. There is usually a hiss and a paw fight but my two cat colleagues usually find a solution.



Nera behind the TV

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Either Nera comes down from the cupboard and cools down behind the television or Tabby just closes her eyes and sleeps and pretends that Nera is not there. Then usually both cats sleep on the wardrobe. I am not allowed to climb up there. I could if I wanted too, but Mrs. Human gets worried as I don’t see anything and she thinks I might fall down from the wardrobe instead of jumping down. I think she has a point there, so I just don’t bother.




Tabby


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So now that Mr. Human is practicing drums and has his electronic drum set in the living room it is idea. It seems that you have to put it on something stable and he found a nice little carpet which he finds ideal. I find it the best solution as it makes a wonderful comfortable sleeping place. When he is practicing I usually make myself comfortable in the corner. It can sometimes get noisy, but it is always noisy at the human’s home. If it is not the dust eating monster they use, it is their radio or television, so what difference does it make that we now have a set of practice drums. During the night when the humans sleep I can curl up on the carpet and sleep the hours away. Strange animals humans, they walk on two legs, they don’t purr or meow and always sleep at night. Any self-respecting cat is then on its way enjoying outdoor life.


Fluffy sleeping amongst the electric drums

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Me, being blind, they don’t let me out any more at night. I did escape once and quite enjoyed it, but I realized that I did not know where I was. I suddenly heard the voice of Mr. Human calling me and then he found me. He picked me up and carried me home and I was glad, although I naturally fought a bit in his arms. After all we cats don’t have to tell the humans what our real feelings are. We have to make sure that we have success with our training programme.

So that is enough for today. I can see Mrs. Human on her way to the computer and I will disappear to my favourite sleeping place. Will be back tomorrow with another exciting story about my life with the humans.


Fluffy

Tuesday, 2 September 2008

MULTIPLY Pictures to Words: Movement Week 5: The Top of the World


“Hello mum, hello dad, I’m here for the school holidays“ and Klonk arrived, glad to be able to spend the next couple of months with his parents. Klonk’s mother and father both worked away from their planet Ying doing observational research on planet Earth. Klonk loved to join them as it was fun on planet earth and he had made a few friends there on his visits. His parents were also glad to have their son back again and they were both astonished how he had grown.

Father Bong put his arms around his son.
“How you have grown, at least a head and shoulders taller than the last time.”
“If he carries on growing so fast he will soon be ready for his metamorphosis” joined in mother Groga.
“No not yet” answered Klonk, “I want to spend this holiday with my friends and not start working. My teacher in the school said I am very good at chemistry and physics and all going well with the metamorphosis I can also go to one of our outposts for some research work. Perhaps on earth in the Arctic, but I have to pass my exams first of all.”
“Did you arrive with the supply ship, son” asked Bong “food is getting low and as you know earth has nothing that we can absorb.”

“No problem dad, the crew have already put the food into storage and said they will be back in a couple of earth weeks with more supplies. Mum they have also brought a new television with satellite to enable us to watch the new programmes that the earth people are looking at. Can I go out and play now, I saw some of the village boys just on the lower slopes as we landed.”
“OK, Klonk, but be back in an icicle melt, for your evening meal.”
“Will do mum” and Klonk was gone.

First of all he had to climb up the stairs to the entrance. Living inside an earth mountain was fun, but they had to remain hidden from most of the earthlings so the entrance to their home was well camouflaged. He opened the door and was confronted with the white world he was used to. Ice and snow everywhere, although this for Klonk was home territory. It resembled very much his original planet which was covered in ice and snow. For this reason he was covered from head to foot with white short fur, thick and impenetrable for the cold winds and ice. He only really felt uncomfortable when the sun poked through, although at the height of approximately five thousand meters above sea level he still felt comfortable. He did not like to go any lower as it could get so warm that he would dry out, so he had to rely on the children from the village to come to see him. He made a welcome scream and soon heard the answer from the village children and made his way downwards on the path.

The village children came towards him and there was a big reunion. They came from the country of Nepal, although belonged to the outer villages somewhat higher in the Himalaya mountains. Although Klonk did not understand everything they said, they were friendly children and Klonk being so tall would carry them on his shoulders, running with them and jumping and everyone had fun. He showed the children how to dig holes in the ice layers making a house for them and would chase them over the ice fields, pretending they were too fast, although Klonk had such big feet, he never had a problem to catch up with them if he wanted to. Suddenly the father of one of the village children appeared and signalled to Klonk he must go. Klonk knew what this meant, the other earthlings were near, the ones who were not allowed to know that he and his family even existed. The children of the village hurridly covered his footprints with snow to leave no trace and went back to their villages. Klonk made his way back to the mountain where he lived.

“Dad” he asked his father “why can I play with some of the earthlings, but not all. The Sherpa children are so friendly, but one of their fathers came and said I should disappear as the other earthlings were near bye.”
“Son, there are some earthlings that do not mean it well with us. The people in the country of Nepal live high up on the mountains where it is cold and inhospitable, but these people, known as the sherpas, are something like us. They enjoy the cold and the heights. This is one of the few places on earth that resemble our homeland. However, there are earthlings that want to prove they can also live in these places, and they are the earthlings we must avoid. A few of our ancestors were careless. Those that also lived in this research station some years ago. They would take a walk outside without being careful and were seen by these other earthlings. They left their footprints in the snow and our feet compared to those of an earthling are at least four times as large. Our bodies are also covered in fur, darker than yours and in the fur change season, some of us left traces. The earthlings that found our footprints and fur decided that this mountain was inhabited by monsters and begun to hunt us. For this reason it is better when we stay in our home inside this mountain they call Everest and only venture out when it is safe.”

“But dad, why cannot all the earthlings be as nice as the Sherpas in Nepal?”
“I wish they were son, but Earth has become an uncomfortable colony. We used to have a research post near a country called Tibet, but this got very dangerous. Our people were wiped out by bombs that were thrown into this country. Although we lived on the upper slopes the vibrations were felt and our homes were covered in so much ice and snow our people could no longer free themselves.”

“Bong what are you telling our son” said his wife Groga. “It is just better if you stay with us inside the mountain and do not venture away. Now come and eat, the ship brought some ice bird from our home planet and I am looking forward to the meal. Our last supply came to an end last week and as you know that is a delicacy on Ying.”
Klonk decided to forget the subject of humans and was glad that the Sherpas kept the secret of their existence for themselves. He decided to stay away from the lower slopes of the Mountain Everest for the time being. If only he had his metamorphosis. Then he would be big and strong like his mother and father and squash those evil earthlings that were destroying the living quarters of the friendly people in the mountains.

After the meal father Bong fitted up the satellite television the supply ship had bought and they could see what was happening all over the world. Klonk found it sad, he saw only war and destruction on this television and told his father to find another channel. He then switched to one of the other snowy countries in the world and Klonk was happy.”
“Look dad, there are children like the Sherpa children. The same size although their faces are different. And they are sailing over the ice on something flat. That really looks like fun. Look dad there are some big humans as well, the ones that have metamorphosed. They have things strapped to their feet and are also running on the ice. I want one of those things as well” and Klonk found that must be fun.
“Klonk you don’t need things like that to help sail over the ice, you can use your feet.”
“No, mum, it is not the same. I want one of those things to sail over the ice.”
“Listen to you mother Klonk. Our people do not need such constructions. Our bodies are built for the ice. “ but Klonk was not happy.

The next day he called to the boys in the village but they did not come. Instead he saw from the distance another sort of earthling, dressed in white clothes. The Sherpas were always dressed in colourful dresses. There were sherpas with them but they were carrying large bundles on their shoulders and the white earthlings were walking ahead. He went back to his parents and told them what he had seen.

His father and mother were not happy and told Klonk he must now remain indoors. The humans were again planning to climb this Mountain Everest and if they saw their footprints there would again be people coming to the mountain to look for them.

“But mum they were walking on those things we saw on the television yesterday.”
“They are not for us” said Groga “and let that be an end to it.”

Klonk could be as disobedient as any other child at that age, so he waited until his mother and father slept and went out on the mountainside down to the camp of the earthlings. He saw they had parked these walking instruments outside their tents so he took two of them back home.

The next morning the mountain climbers saw that two of the skis they had brought with them had gone. They wanted to blame the theft on the Sherpas, but then when they looked down onto the snow they saw enormous footprints.

“The Yeti, the Yeti” they screamed out and decided to follow the prints.

When Klonk’s mother awoke in the morning she went to Klonk’s room to wake him. Imagine her surprise when she saw the skis laying next to his bed.
“Klonk wake up and tell me what those wooden planks are doing next to your bed. Where did you get them: from the Earthlings”.
“What is all the noise about” Klonk’s father said.
“Klonk have you stolen those objects from the earthlings. I hope you covered your footprints afterwards.”
“Well it was dark dad, and I heard the earthlings moving so I ran has fast as I could back home.”
“meaning your footprints are still to be seen” said Bong.

Bong then went to the entrance to their home and saw the large footprints from Klonk leading to their home. He managed to brush over them with his long tail and hide them so that it looked like the footprints had stopped half way up the mountain. He then rejoined his family.
“I have covered the footprints as well as I could and I hope they do not suspect our presence.”
“Bonk come here”
“I can’t dad”
“Why not Bonk?”
“I think I am metamorphosing” was the answer and sure enough Bonk’s white stubby fur was falling out of his skin, being pushed out by a much thicker and longer dark fur. The skin on his feet was peeling and a pair of feet twice the size were growing onto his legs. He had also grown a long tail like his father.

His parents knew they would have to leave their son on his own to go through this phase in his life. A Yeti always braved their metamorphosis alone. After half an hour earth time Bonk appeared from his room, but now looked almost the same as his father. At least for an earthling, only a Yeti could tell the difference.

“Son I am proud of you, you are now a full grown Yeti.”
“Yes dad, and now I will go out and frighten these Earthlings away.”

Before Groga and Bong could stop him he took the skis in his hands and went out in the open and walked towards the earthling’s camp. The earthlings saw him but were so frightened of his size and shape that they just could not move. He took the skis and slid down to their camp on his feet with no problem and put them back in the snow before the tents. He then turned and moved as fast as possible back to his home. The Earthlings were frozen to the spot (and not only from the cold temeperature) and Klonk found that his big(ger) feet could move faster than any pair of skis on the ice.

He used his tail to swish away the marks in the snow and returned home to his parents, telling them what had happened.

And so life went on in the cave under Mount Everest. Klonk was now a full grown Yeti. How the Sherpa children enjoyed riding down the slopes of their mountain on his shoulders. The big feet were better than any skis the Earthlings had, or even the sleigh that Klonk had seen on the television.

When the earthling mountaineers returned after climbing the Mount Everest and told people that they had seen the Yeti, or abominable snowman as it was also known, no-one really believed them and put it down to hallucinations due to the thin air on the summit of the mountain, but we know better.

Monday, 1 September 2008

MULTIPLY: Writer's Block Challenge #45: The Operation

She was returning to the world slowly but surely. When she awoke she heard machines. One was peeping like a bird, but it reminded her of something. Then she saw the screen, it was measuring her heart beat, peep-peep, peep-peep and she knew that everything had been mastered, she had come through the operation. She had a clip on her finger to measure her pulse, and there were various attachments, blood transfusions , infusions with liquid and medicines. She heard voices in the background, familiar and saw the outline of her husband asking questions, but she was unable to answer. She had so many questions herself. And then she slipped back into darkness and slept. After some time she awoke feeling better and more in reality. The nurse told her she would be moved back to the ward.

She slept again and awoke to a blade of light cutting into the room from the window. There were no more machines, just infusions and a nurse explaining what the various liquids were for. A cocktail of pain killers, liquid to prevent dehydration: and she rested again.

After three days between sleep and awake she was allowed to leave the bed. The first thing she did was to clean her teeth and on this occasion she saw her reflection in the mirror. The reflection she saw, could this be me or someone resembling me, it was strange. She put her fingers out to touch the glass and a hand came towards her, but it just did not seem it was her hand. She noticed a slight time lapse in the meeting of the two hands. Something was wrong somewhere. She tried again, but could not, the reflection was not hers. She felt weak and the nurse was there to support her and helped her back to the bed.

“You have to be careful the first steps you take” the nurse said “moving too quickly will make you dizzy. Just take things easy.”
“Easier said than done” she thought, but was helped back to her bed.
“The doctor will come and see you this afternoon and will explain how the operation developed.”

In the afternoon the Doctor Smith came to her bed.
“How are you feeling? The operation took longer than we thought.”
“How long, doctor?” she asked
“Seven hours, we only programmed three hours, but we found something we were not expecting. We knew that there was something growing in the lower part of your back and had to enter through the stomach. This was no problem, but what we found was not what we were expecting. It seems that you should have been a twin.”
“Sorry, I don’t understand: a twin?” And she felt very strange.
“It was born with you, but had no chance to develop; just one of those whims of nature. It just remained in your back. Such occurrences happen from time to time.”
“Can you perhaps explain further. What did you actually find?”
“It was just a collection of cells pointing to the existence of a twin. It was perhaps better that it did not develop, it may have become a Siamese twin and then you would have had problems at your birth.”
“What type of cells?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary, they were just various skin cells and organic material. The main thing is that the operation was a success, we removed the growth and now you are on the way to recovery. I wish you a restful day. If you continue to recover so well I am sure you can leave us during the coming week.”

She had the feeling that Doctor Smith was not saying all. That evening her husband visited her with her twin boys.
“Twins seem to run in the family” she thought.
“How are you feeling” asked a concerned husband. “What did the doctor say?”

“He said everything was going according to plan and if I continue to feel as well as I am I can be at home next week.”
“Fine” he answered “We are all missing you. Your sister called to say she will stay a few days when you are home again to help with the family and daily work. I will also be at home as I will take a few days holiday and you really do not have to overdo it. You will need a few days to get back to your old self again.”

Her husband left and she decided to settle in for the night. Hospital beds were comfortable but it was not the same as being at home. She decided to freshen up before sleeping and as she was now able to walk around quite independently she made here way over to the hospital bathroom on her own. She stood again in front of the mirror and looked again. Everything was normal, it was just the strange feeling she had looking at her reflection. She felt it was not hers, but that of another although it was exactly herself. The reflection smiled and she was startled. She had not smiled. She touched the mirror with her hand, and the other hand in the mirror reached out and touched her, but there was a few seconds delay until the two hands united and she felt an impulse go through her hand. The face in the mirror smiled again and disappeared, and then she saw it was her own reflection.

She had a troubled sleep that night, wondering what was wrong. The next morning she knew she had to wash but the walk to the mirror was worrying her. She took her courage in her hands and went to the bathroom. This time it was her own reflection quite clear and strong, although she thought she was seeing double when a second reflection seemed to impose itself on her own.
“Who are you?” she asked not really expecting an answer. The window in the bathroom was open and a faint breeze wafted in. The second reflection moved and it opened its mouth, but no words came, and she thought she could see tears on its face. The nurse walked into the room and the second reflection disappeared.

When she returned to her room in the hospital she demanded to see Doctor Smith.
“I don’t know if he is in here at the moment” the nurse answered.
“Then please tell me where I can find him in this hospital, I want to see him at once.”
The nurse looked startled and told her she would see what she could do and then left the ward.

She knew something was strange somewhere and in the afternoon she decided to take a walk around the hospital with the idea of finding the doctor’s room. The nurses had told her it would be of advantage to take a walk. She had already spent a pleasant morning sitting in the gardens of the hospital watching the ducks swimming on the pond. She had taken her mobile with her and had phoned her husband who was pleased to see that she could now move around independently and was no longer tied to her hospital bed. She still had the infusion apparatus with her, but as that was on wheels it was no problem to take with her.

She knew that most of the doctors had their private surgeries on the ground floor so she took the lift in that direction. A hospital is a maze of corridors and places to get lost, but there were always people she could ask. A man in a white coat walked passed, perhaps a doctor or a male nurse, you could never find the difference, but she decided to ask him.
“Can you tell me where I can find Dr. Smith’s surgery” she asked
“No problem” the young man answered. “Just turn to the right at the bottom of the corridor and it is the first door on the right.”
So she made her way. She found the door, knocked and walked in. Dr. Smith was sitting at his desk reading through some documents.
“Can I help, you seem to have lost your way in the hospital.” His seemed to be slightly nervous.
“I have not lost my way, but have now found it. I think we have something to discuss.” She was annoyed at his comment. It was not likely that she would lose her way when she by chance would walk into her doctor’s surgery.
“And that would be?” he asked
“I want to know the truth about my operation. What did you find. Something is not correct, I am having strange dreams. What was it you removed from my back. It is my body and I have a right to know.”
She was annoyed and angry and would not take any excuses from the doctor.
“Please sit down and I will explain. First of all you may look at these X-ray photos. Do you see the shadow in the middle? This was what we removed.”

She studied the negatives, although she was not medically trained there was no mistaking the back bone and the grey shadow surrounding it.
“We removed a collection of cells as I said, and it seems that you were to be a twin. However, there was something strange in what we removed. It was not all dead tissue.”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t understand” she said
“The cells were dividing”
“You mean it was g-g-g-growing” She was feeling very unsure.
“We put the growth onto a culture to see what would happen.”
“You mean you have been experimenting with my twin sister.”
Dr. Smith went red in the face. “I would not call it an experiment, but it was something we had never found before when operating.”
“And so you wanted to find out what would happen. Very nice, and where is it now? I demand that you show me otherwise there might be a few hospital directors that would be interested in the experiments you are performing. I also demand that you remove it from this “culture” immediately.”
“Please come with me” and Dr. Smith walked to the laboratory and she followed him. There in a plastic dish was a mass of cells and they were moving as if a pulse was keeping them alive.
She felt somewhat dizzy, but turned to the doctor. “Remove them at once from this culture and destroy them, this is not in keeping with the ethics of your occupation.”
The doctor was somewhat surprised “We are doing this in the name of medical science” he said.
“Forget your medical science, I have a strong feeling you want to become famous in the medical world at my cost.”
She was so annoyed that she took the culture herself and ran out of the laboratory. Her next step was the toilet where she knew she would not be followed. She looked into the mirror seeing her double once again, but this time clear and strong. The face looked at her, they both touched the mirror with their fingers and the reflection said “Please go ahead, you know what to do, I want to find my peace at last.”
She went to the toilet, threw the culture down and pulled the lever. The culture was washed away breaking into pieces and there was nothing left. She glanced into the mirror as she left and she was sure her reflection said “Thank you.”

She returned home, fully recovered from the operation. Her sister was a great help with the household and with the twins and her husband was glad to have his wife at home again. Within a month she was back to normal and everything felt fine. She was no longer frightened to look into the mirror as since that day in the hospital, she was only looking at her own reflection.


Writer's Block: Challenge #45

Sunday, 31 August 2008

The Spies from Heidi Land

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A photo showing Switzerland from one of its most beautiful aspects.

Today I read an article in the Sunday newspaper which showed that there is always something to spoil a nice picture. Unbelievable but true. I translated it from the German, so I hope it makes sense and my english grammar is ok.

"Beginning 2006, Atom plant Natans, 130 miles south of the Iranian capital city of Tehran. A laboratory technician dressed in white is in the control room and switches on the power. It whirrs and then an explosion. Fifty centrifuges that can transform Uranium into bomb worthy material explode.

A few thousand miles away in Langley, the CIA headquarters, US agents patting each other on the shoulders. One of their spy satellites shows the battered plant in Natans. Their targeted sabotage act worked – and the spies are in agreement: the Iranian Atom weapon plant is paralyzed for a few months.

Back to Natan, Iranian technicians are examining the melted cable. It is soon obvious. The generators of the centrifuge were deliberately sabotaged. Only later did they find out from whom – from three sly Swiss double agents from the Rhine valley near St. Gall.

Friedrich Tinner and his sons Urs and Marco were paid for many years by Pakistani smuggler Abdul Kader Kahn, who helped vassal states to build their atom bombs. They were given ten million dollars to reveal Kahn’s network and to deliver his customers faulty goods, although the Tinner’s lawyers say it was never so much money, but who knows?. The money was delivered nicely packed in suitcases – at least according to the New York Times. Tinner’s lawyers contested this point. The spy story still remains breathtaking.

Since the mid seventies Friedrich Senior worked for Khan. The Swiss engineer’s expertise helped Pakistan to build their own nuclear weapons. Khan and Tinner both dealt with parts for accumulation plants. With those parts the Libyan dictator Mad Gaddafi started his secretive nuclear programme.

At the end of the nineties the Tinner’s cash flow ceased somewhat. Then a lucrative offer arrived from the CIA. For some months the CIA had observed the people from St. Gall. At the beginning of 2000 they contacted first of all Urs, the oldest son. He also accommodated father Friedrich and brother Marco by the CIA – as moles with roguish enjoyment on brain teasing machines loved by despots. The trio carried on with deliveries to Khan and told the CIA about it. To cause a disturbance in the Iranian and Libyan programmes, the Swiss sabotaged many of the delicate machines.

Even the sleazeball mad Gaddafi was not spared. The Americans desperately wanted to stop the atomic longings of the unpredictable Libyan. For this reason they sent two of their CIA agents to the Kanton of Grison in the village of Jenins, in the middle of Heidi land where the Tinner family lived. They offered Marco Tinner a million dollars for a risky short assignment.

Four months later the Americans impounded many cases with parts for centrifuges that were meant for Libya. The Tinners had told on the sellers. Soon afterwards Gaddafi stopped his atomic weapon programme. The vacuum pump, that he owned, had jammed “thanks to the Tinners” the US authorities say today.

The Swiss government have another view on the occurrence. After the Khan network was exposed in 2004, the St. Gall spies were arrested with suspicion of breach of the war material and commodity inspection laws. Thousands of Tinner documents fell into Swiss hands – to the annoyance of the CIA who were afraid that the documents would come to the public eye if the Tinners were brought to court. It would then have been known how the Americans involved themselves in a lively way in the nuclear smuggle.


Thus the US Justice minister Alberto Gonzales requested that his partner in Switzerland Christoph Blocher should fly to Washington. Blocher flew end July 2007 to the States to talk about “terrorism”. A wilful deception. It was about the Tinners. The American requested that the documents be handed over at once. According to a close friend of Blocher a compromise was reached. The Swiss would not hand over the documents, but destroy them.

As soon as Blocher returned to Switzerland the specialists in Bern began to destroy the explosive material. In May 2008 Swiss President Couchpin confirmed the hurried ordered activity. The documents were a strong security risk for Switzerland and the union of states. As Blocher swindled, so did Couchpin. The shredding machines in Bern were running on American orders."

The Tinner brothers are at the moment under solitary arrest and this since three years. They have no contact to the outside world and only one house per day a walk around the courtyard. Personally I think they should have been rewarded for what they did. In a way we have them to thank that mad Gaddafi and the Iranian criminal band have made no current progress with their atom programme. But Switzerland is a neutral country and handle in a neutral way, with a couple of Ministerial exceptions in the government.