Inside Arafat's shelled residence , located in Ramallah, Gretta Duisenberg lies on her stretcher. Wide awake ,she watches her neatly polished toe nails,sticking out from underneath the blankets. Their red color are in sharp contrast to her white satin night dress. She hears the faint sound of a wailing ambulance sirene. Her travel clock show twelve past six.
Next to her lies Yasser Arafat. As a human shield , during day and night , Gretta is willing to give her life for him. Gretta contemplates Arafats mental resilience. Indeed the resilience of the Palestinian people, strugling under Israelian occupation. She considers the unequal odds. Yasser and his people against the helicopters and tanks of the Israelian Army.
David faces Goliath.
Arafat is deep asleep. He snores. What a cutie ! This old, fragile man looks like a real macho. Especially because of his habit of sleeping in uniform. He looks so erotic, this vigilant man. Carefully Gretta bends over towards Arafat's Head. She examines his gray-white beard, his fleshy lips and the black-white
chequered cloth around his head. He looks strange, bewildered. His chest moves at every breath.
Then it happens. Yasser turns around in his sleep. He tosses about, sighs and pushes his knees with strength against the gentle contours of her thigh. Suddenly Gretta's body starts to tremble, for the first time in years. The excitement of the forbidden. She starts feeling like a twenty year old again. What should she do ? Yasser is not someone to just hold in your arms. Especially because of his small stature.
Again she feels the harsh caressment of his knees. Gretta thinks about Mabel, wrong men, excitement and love. She starts to feel weak. Her husband , Wim Duisenberg, is dwarved by this man. This man needs her. Next nature takes over. Gretta pushes aside the blankets, crawls on top of Arafat and proceeds to do her business.
Five minutes earlier.
Inside his shelled residence , located in Ramallah, Yasser Arafat lies on his stretcher. The faint sound of a wailing ambulance sirene can be heard. Arafat is wide awake, but pretends to be asleep. He feints snoring. He's stuck here with some groupy that came crawling through the hole in the wall of his study. To make matters worse, this so-called human shield decided to join him on his stretcher.
The stretcher squeaks in defiance. Gretta's huge head is nearing. Ah, the horror. This bush of pitch black hair is getting closer. Yasser senses her breath. He smells her pungent perfume. For the first time in his long life he knows fear. This whitch is up to something. He shivers and is glad he kept his clothes on.
He should act now ! Arafat , still feinting a snore , turns around and pulls his knees up. With all his might he starts pushing against this woman. Whilst pushing , he imagines pushing the Israelian forces out of Palestina. Initially Gretta's body seems to succomb. Again Arafat renews his efforts.
What happens next is indescribable. The stretcher starts shaking. With a violent thrust the blankets are removed. O , Dear Allah, please help me, Arafat thinks. Gretta's huge thighs entangle him. Never mind any attack by the Israelis. This surely is the most horrific moment of his live.
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Oh ja, vergeef me even het Brother Yeshead vertalings niveau. Mijn Engels is nogal stroef de laatste tijd.
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met kalkpoten.
