Capitolo 13
the old regime, I audaciously entered, I squatted me close to him and I told him mine
troubles. The answer came with an enormous shrug of the shoulders.
"You is serving the Sultan. Work should be sweet!"
"I should be more appropriate to serve him/it if I found more sleep and rest."
He waved a fat hand on the curtain.
"Look at me! Here I am, an officer of line that and"--shoots a knowing
you look at me--"I don't also have a beautiful cover."
"A crime! A crime!" I interrupted. "To think about him, when me, a humble
be a soldier, have dozens of them to house! Me you/he/she should honor if you are able
allow me--My voice suggestively dragged street.
"How could you/he/she find one?" he asked.
"Oh, I have here friends in Saffed but me _must_ is able to sleep in a
beautiful place."
"Clearly; certainly. What would it suggest?"
"It is probable that that hotel held by the widow Jewish face", I responded.
More amenities had exchanged, the result of what it was that the my four
friends and I permission were given for sleeping to the inn--a humble place,
but very better than the mosque. It was perfectly simple entirely.
[THE ILLUSTRATION: SOLDIERS' CURTAINS IN SAMARIA]
I CAPITULATE III
THE GERMAN PROPAGANDA
Then it spent the days of our training, quickly monotonously, up to that the
morning of fatal December when the news came as a lightning that
Turkey was almost about to connect hands with Germany. We had had relationships of the
war--of some kind. Copies of telegrams from Constantinople, printed in
The Arab, circulates among us, while giving accounts of the German without end
victories. However, these we had laughed to as manufactures of a
Prussophile presses agency, and in our skepticism we had not succeeded in giving
the Teutonses accredit for the successes that they indeed had won. To us, been born
and it crossed in the east as us we were, the success of German propaganda in the
I reign Turkish you/he/she could not come as an oppressive surprise; but his/her
fullness surprised us.