My Dream to Be Free

by Juergen Stollin

  I made a deal with one person, who had a small bottle with a screw cap filled with his yellow piss. In addition, I got a clean opened up sardine can without sardines but filled with Egyptian shit.

  I brought this fine stuff to the medical assistant and placed it on the table in front of him.

  This was accepted and he told me I could go. The findings were sent directly to my hotel. I was not only shocked I was horrified and told my hotel director of my adventures. I had to convince him that I had not lied and so we drove together to the Health Department.

  He was just as appalled as I was. Since he had a lot of influence, I was sure that they would change something there. I never found out whether my shit-seller had a disease or only gonorrhea. Also I never ever had to go for such a checkup.

  I spent many Sundays with my friend Rolf and I had breakfast at my place and by making advances on women tourists. So slowly we got the hang of how we could satiate our sex hunger.

  The women tourists were glad to get to know the country through specialists like us. And we were pleased when they left.

  This was because then fresh meat came.

  But it was not good for our reputation. We were already known as womanizers.

  I did not hear from Brenda any more, I also heard not heard of any plane crash. She had probably found a new stallion and forgotten about me.

  I also had to make a pass at girls for the friends of my boss and then send them to the locals.

  There were very many women, who liked to be together with a local man. The guys were all very generous with gifts and had enough money to show and also spend. I had noticed that precisely the slightly plump women, who did not have much success back at home, were very much in demand here. They also did not have to be particularly pretty but had to be willing.

  Sometimes I had to wonder what kind of taste these Jordanian men had. Or was it just that you were allowed only to shag a European woman?

  I could understand some of the women because they did not catch the fancy of anyone in Germany but they were sought after here. Rolf was replaced by an Austrian, whose name was Herbert and Rolf did not have a job now.

  But he found a job in a company that was building a power plant. Since Rolf had inducted the employee who replaced him into the secrets of having breakfast with me, we were entitled to continue with our breakfast as usual.

  A flipped out girl from Vienna

  Already on the second Sunday Herbert brought a Viennese woman, who was probably the most flipped-out of them all.

  Her name was Manuela, but she told us to call her "Mimi".

  Here my pig-dog came out again, whom I had almost forgotten. I assumed that he had left me forever No way! On the very first day, this crazy girl claimed that she had fallen in love with me and that I would never get rid of her. She was just 24 years old but I was already over 40. Herbert, her tour guide, had been assigned to sub-let her room in the hotel that she had, since she would sleep at my place and also live with me. Since she had booked only a bed-and-breakfast, it was not of much loss, Mimi said, without even asking me.

  I was so surprised by so much of self-esteem that I resigned myself to my fate. Now I had a lodger, which I did not find as inconvenient because I did not have a steady girlfriend at that time and there was the possibility that Mimi could become one. I still did not know what I had done to myself.

  From breakfast to evening Rolf, Herbert, I and three girls chattered, cooked, ate and ate a lot. But now was closing time and I threw everyone out except Mimi. She stuck to the threat she had made and ensured that I would not get rid of her.

  So I took her first to my guest room. Only I did not expect it so soon. But obviously young girls don't have any time at all. They think they would miss something, along the lines of: I have to nail him, or he is gone! But after a few weeks of exuberance even Mimi became a little quieter and I had the feeling that she became an adult. But I was certainly wrong. It was the last day of Ramadan and we celebrated it with friends who stayed at the hotel. Since there was no alcohol publicly in the whole of Aqaba and since it was allowed in the rooms, we drank with our friends. Also Homy, my director, drank with us; because he was such a public figure, he didn’t have the courage to drink in the bar.

  It was meantime, it was two in the morning and we were all in a very good mood. Mimi and I wanted to walk, since it was not far to our apartment. But Mimi, always full of stupid ideas, climbed the flagpole, which was in front of the hotel, which had different flags blowing in the wind. She went all the way up.

  Now she saw Homy who had come in front of the door and she wanted to come down to us quickly.

  She let herself glide down simply on the pole and forgot that she was easy to slide down on the bar and forgot that she had seen the hooks to which the cord was fastened for pulling up the flag.

  And precisely on these hooks she remained hanging and her lower abdomen was completely slit. She lay in front of the flagpole and held onto her stomach, out of which a lot of blood was gushing.

  Homy and I did not know at the moment what had happened but because there was so much of blood, we had to do something.

  I lifted up Mimi’s dress and saw the bleeding wound.

  It looked as if the vagina had been torn, but then I saw that it was “just” the belly flap above the valuable body part. Homy had already driven his American car with white leather seats to the spot; we bundled Mimi into it and drove to the only hospital in Aqaba.

  It was a military hospital and was staffed only by men.

  That alone was embarrassing but added to that, it was also Ramadan.

  Subsequently the doctors realized that we had been drinking.

  Mimi was dead drunk and so she could not be anesthetized.

  That meant that she would be sutured in fully conscious state. But first, the drama was another one: when the doctor lifted Mimi's dress, he turned aside and asked me in English what I saw and that I should tell him. I fetched Homy and explained to him that the doctor should look into it himself, after all he was the specialist! We persuaded the doctor to look at Mimi's pussy himself. The doctor instructed me to shave the whole part, which I did. It was very funny how Mimi lay on the bed and I shaved her pussy.

  If it had not been such a serious matter, we would have all just laughed but we didn't feel like laughing - except Mimi, who sang nursery rhymes!

  Now and then she asked if her pussy could still be saved.

  I reassured her and told her that only the lower abdomen was slashed.

  After shaving, it was sutured and stapled. The doctor was just sweating. Was it the sight of the opening that he should not sew? Or was it the heat and the work on which he had to concentrate? I don’t know! But it was probably Mimi’s pussy to be blamed for his sweating.

  He definitely did such a work for the first time. And that too in the holy month in which he was not even allowed to think of what he saw!

  After a three-hour hospital stay, we were allowed to take Mimi with us. She had fallen asleep and had to be woken up.

  The pain now came in full force and she tried to be brave. But tears were rolling down her face.

  Now she saw that there was a lot of dried blood on the white seats of Homy’s car. That could be put in order once again - but hopefully Mimi as well! It took a long time till the wound had healed. During this time we could not fuck. She had been lucky because if the hook had penetrated just even three centimeters deeper, it would have caught her pussy.

  After nearly two months, we were able to test whether the mechanism was still functional. After we had practiced the whole night, we came to the conclusion that everything was in order.

  The fact that we lived together of course had the disadvantage that the income was very one-sided.

  But there was no employment for Mimi. The only thing she could and did well was totally crazy things.

  I was instructed to bake a fancy cake for King Hussein's birthday and to deliver it at the palace.

  O
n the next day, we sat with some friends in the neighboring hotel at the pool bar, which also had a jetty for water sports.

  King Hussein was an avid water-ski fan and also mastered this sport very well.

  He was also often seen riding his Harley Davidson through Aqaba without his bodyguards.

  That particular day, the King had his water ski day and came back from his yacht. He walked directly past our table. Holding his little daughter by the hand, he lingered at our table, greeted us and inquired about our nationalities. Of course, we addressed the king with "Your Excellence", only Mimi didn't- she spoke the king with "Mister, how are you?" And she continued with "Mister, happy birthday, how was the cake?" We were shocked, but the king laughed and replied that the cake was delicious.

  He wanted to know whether she had baked the cake and Mimi pointed to me and said that I was the one. That brought me a hearty handshake from His Majesty.

  We also had very important guests in Hotel frequently. This included the Sultan Qaboos from Oman as well as the Sultan of Brunei.

  There were princes with their entourage as guests from the Saudi royal family.

  There was probably a dispute that had broken out among the brothers in the Saudi royal family. The Sultan of Brunei had to play the conciliator. Even King Hussein was the popular diplomat, who was then asked for advice. However, these were gentlemen who brought their own chefs along with their kitchen utensils.

  But there was always excitement in the hotel!

  The staff also had to prepare meals, which was our thing. Twenty Kilos of shrimps or even a lamb had to be prepared for breakfast alone.

  The staff, bodyguards, secretaries, drivers and of course the bank employees, that is the paymasters, and all who were Bedouins did not want cereal for breakfast.

  Almost all the local Muslim hotel staff got Swiss watches with the portrait of the head of state but I did not because I was not a believer.

  But there was and an envelope with dollars for the kitchen boss from Germany, which was all right with me.

  Once I was out fishing with my friend Jannis, the Greek captain of the little yacht of the king. King Hussein with his family and two of his bodyguards were aboard. I was there as a friend of Jannis, who guaranteed for me.

  As the only foreigner on board, I had to clean and take apart the fish that were caught.

  My experience, however, was something else since an Israeli who was traveling in the Gulf in his yacht, called out to the king that he invited him most cordially for a cup of coffee to Eilat.

  King Hussein thanked him and answered when God willed it, he could definitely have this opportunity to do so.

  This was mentioned in the press in Israel, as if the king would come to Eilat in the next few days. At that time that was unthinkable.

  It was not so appropriate for me, these were Homy, my director’s friends.

  All influential businessmen or politicians. Every time Homy’s friends wanted to have a woman tourist, I had to establish the "pickup". For a while he had also managed without me.

  But a so-called friend of Homy, owned the largest shipping agency in Aqaba and therefore money at his disposal accordingly, which encouraged him to order me about like his slave.

  It was on one of my free days, when I sat with Mimi in our hotel bar and we enjoyed a few drinks. The bar was provided with a large sliding door, which was always open towards the direction of the beach. You could view the beach directly from the bar and be involved in the things going on there. This meant that you could also see the bikini-clad girls, who turned on the horny ship's captain and he then instructed me to invite one or the other to him to the bar.

  The first two, whom I brought to the bar, were probably not to his taste and I had to tell them to go back.

  I asked him if he was normal. Of course I could not tell the girls that they were too ugly or that he did not want to shag them. The ship's captain had already downed some whiskey and was not sober any longer, which made him aggressive. When he demanded from me for the third time to get him a woman, I told him that he should deal with it himself.

  He did not like that and he started insulting me, Mimi and all the Europeans in the vilest possible manner. He said that if he wanted, I would have to leave the country within a day and that he was an important man and had influence all over. I was only a non-believing foreigner, who was just tolerated, who was taking a job away from his countrymen. Of course I could not keep my mouth shut and told him that if we foreigners were not there, he would still be riding around on a donkey and would be drinking his tea. But as a Muslim, they would stone him if he would drink even a drop of alcohol!

  Homy came and tried to calm us down, which he however did not succeed in. Now the ship's captain demanded of Homy that he should kick me out of the bar otherwise he would not come back to the hotel or the bar.

  Homy spoke in German to me that I should go because he did not want to lose such a good guest. In reply, I told him he should throw out that asshole.

  Because I was not sober, I used Arabic swearwords that were understood by all.

  Then the ship's captain threw a bottle of tomato ketchup in my direction and it hit me on the head.

  Blood ran down my face, which made me very angry. I threw myself on the culprit and gave him a few punches.

  The confusion was perfect; the bar was closed down, the ship's captain was driven home and I told Homy on the spot that I wanted to have my papers the next morning and that I would leave the country. Since I had my own apartment, I was not dependent on the hotel. The next morning I kept my promise concerning the termination and went to the hotel again.

  But I had to wait for a total of two weeks for my papers and I also got the amount due to me from the paid social insurance to be paid to me. I would never get a pension from Jordan, if I ever lived up to 65. I heard from Homy that his friend wanted to do something against me but that he had been able to prevent him from that. Nevertheless, he told me to be very careful. If the ship's captain met me again, he would get me beaten up, I was warned.

  That was so typical, since he himself was a coward.

  So my farewell to Jordan was very hurried after such a long time full of wonderful experiences.

  Parting from friends, my man from Amman and many acquaintances was very painful for me.

  I was able to sell the Fiat during the two weeks I waited and keep the money. I also got my share of money from the Social Security paid to me.

  On April 20, I left Aquaba by ferry and with little baggage but with Mimi in tow, towards Nuweiba on Sinai, in Egypt. We were to end our trip in Sri Lanka. I intended to actually emigrate to Sri Lanka. Since there were no cheap flights from Amman towards this direction, I was advised to try for it from Cairo. Mimi and I wanted to travel there. The passage from Aqaba to Nuweiba on a somewhat old ferry full of Egyptians was bearable.

  But then the onward journey by a bus from Nuweiba to Cairo was pure hell. It was not only the heat but also the smell in the bus was not for people with weak nerves. In a bus with four seats more than in a European bus without air conditioning, with windows that you could not open, at close to 40 degrees Celsius. It was also an eight hours drive! Mimi was the only female during the whole journey. Twice they stopped for drinking water or tea and also for passing water, which was not easy for Mimi, because men also used the toilet, which was usually reserved for women.

  Arrival in Cairo

  But somehow we arrived in Cairo. I had not visited a city like Cairo for a long time. The last time it was probably Istanbul or Teheran, Bombay or Calcutta. I do not know which of these cities took precedence in confusion. Our taxi driver brought us intact to the city center to a cheap motel.

  We were a total wreck and just wanted to sleep. We realized where we were the next morning. Both of us could not get a wink of sleep even from four o'clock in the morning. The noise was just too much. How could anyone sleep in this city?

  The water jug and the glasses that were on the table had bee
n filled but you had to have some imagination to recognize this fluid as water.

  We looked for a better place to stay and made our way in search of different travel agencies for flight connections.

  We already had got our visas for Sri Lanka in Amman. We went to the Sheraton Hotel to treat ourselves to a little luxury and enjoyed the perfectly working air conditioning in the lobby, which made us feel pampered. A fax machine was also installed and one could read the latest news and information from around the world.

  To my horror, I read that there was unrest in Sri Lanka and that tourist buses on the way to and from the airport were attacked in Colombo and there had been casualties among the tourists. I immediately showed Mimi the source of the news. She said that she would not fly to Colombo at once. I shared her view. So we had to come up with something better.

  We were able to save the tickets. The other alternative was Germany or Austria. To forget our frustration, I suggested going to a big hotel and buying a ticket for the swimming pool. We chose the Nile Hilton.

  We rented a poolside cabin and stayed there till evening. A pool party was announced for the evening. No great persuasion was needed to convince Mimi that we wanted to take part in this party.

  We had to buy a ticket for the meals, which we had to show for each order. If you did not have such a ticket, the entrance ticket was automatically added to the drink. I got into conversation with a young Englishman because he asked me to buy him a drink, but for which he was willing to pay.

  He did not have an entrance badge and so he had to pay extra for a drink. Of course, I invited the young man for a drink.

  I was glad to have found someone with whom I could talk to and learn the latest about this city. The young man had been in Cairo for three years, since his father was employed at the embassy. So the young man came to know from me that my plan to fly to Sri Lanka had fallen through. And when he heard that we were staying in a hotel, he offered us an apartment directly on the Nile in Zamalek, a district on the island of Gezirah in the heart of Cairo.