Capitolo 50
Beirut is a the trip of four days from our village, and roads are dangerous. It
it was not possible to allow my sister to return alone to house, and it
it was impossible for some of us to find permission to go later her; neither it did us
wants to have her/it to house in the stunned condition of the country. ME
it started to wonder if I could not possibly arrive to Beirut and I could find my sister
on board of the Chester that perhaps offered, the last opportunity to go
out with the refugees. It would be a difficult enterprise but it was able
both our only opportunity and me I quickly decided me to perform him/it if it
it was a possible thing. I immediately had to act; anybody duration had to be
lost, for anybody you/he/she could say as soon the Chester would sail.
My last adventure had been entered above with premonitions, but I now felt
what I should succeed. To us the intuition of Orientals speaks in very audible
tones and we are trained by the infancy to listen to his/her voice. It was
with a feeling of the trust in the consequence, therefore that I offered this
according to hi to my family and favorite friends. Solemn times them
it was, these times of goodbye, times that it needed it little it puts in words. Then once
more than I have slipped out in the night to make my secret way to Beirut.
It was almost midnight when I left house, dressed in the uniform of a soldier
and driving a donkey in front of me. I had only been traveling for night and spent each
day in to hide in of the cavern or narrow valley where I could sleep with
some measure some safety. For food I had brought bread, dried fig trees and
chocolate, and he/she sprinkles you/he/she would always be found in few it jumps and swimming pools.
In these clear nights, warm that I thought to David, a fugitive and
pursued by his/her enemies. How good I could now understand his despairing
to whine: "How long fades you you forget me, God of Or? for never?... How much time is able
do you dig hostile is me excited on?"
Five nights that I have traveled, and finally the beautiful Beirut of a morning