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לפני 14 שנים ו-2 חודשים סיפור חיים באנגלית, פרק 6 A.B.
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Chapter six: The beginning of my professional career.
The line in the employment office was unusually long that day. We were hoping Denise and me, that the clerk will tell us that there are no more jobs for the next day, which would give us some rest. In fact, we hated the work on the fields. When we reached the porthole, we were told that no more hands are needed on the fields, but he could send us to a cotton factory where they provided work for non-professional laborers. The next day we were both standing in front of threading machines, watching the hundreds of thin cotton threads being wound around the bales. Our job was to tie the threads that snapped along their way. This had to be done very fast, while the machine kept running. As I already mentioned before, speed is not exactly what I am best at. So I kept struggling with those threads, getting them entangled every time a few of them broke simultaneously, causing the machine to stop, and altogether producing more harm than good. The foreman of our shift or rather the forewoman was a nice looking young Yemenite woman named Niza.
After a few trials tutoring me, Niza came to the conclusion that I am a helpless case. Fortunately, instead of reporting to the management she sent me to the maintenance technician who needed an assistant. My first job with him was spraying oil on the bearings and bushings of the machines, to prevent friction and overheating. It was not an interesting occupation. (Charley Chaplin in his film “Modern Times” showed that it could drive a man crazy). Anyway, while I was oiling the machine of one of my previous co-workers, (an annoying young girl about my age,) she made a nasty remark about my clumsiness. I aimed the oilcan at her and pushed the button, but she bent down, and behind her stood Niza, who got the oil sprayed right into her face. I was paid for the few days of work, and fired on the spot. That was the end of my short-lived career in textile.
I went home thinking all along the way what to tell David and mother, but at home I found only Tsubi, sleeping in her bed. Many times I had fantasized how I would have sex with her. I knew she had what we used to call, done it with all three of my so-called brothers, meaning David’s sons. I heard her bragging about it with Denise one night, when they came in, and I pretended to be asleep. Why did I not deserve the same treatment? Jacob the youngest of the three brothers was merely ten months older than me. I sat down on the bed beside Tsubi. Slowly and gently I pulled away the blanket, revealing her half naked body. She wore only her flimsy pink panties. My heart beat so loud that I thought it will wake her up, but so far, she lay motionless. Very tenderly I began caressing her breasts. Tsubi seemed to be unaware of the rapist who threatened to take advantage of her. The blood was rushing in my veins. I noticed that she was breathing heavily. Could it be that she became hot in her sleep? My caresses became more and more daring, till I was really grasping her breasts and fondling with her nipples. Now it was obvious to me that she was not asleep, but for some reason, pretended to be. I tried to take off her panties but with her eyes still closed, she gently pushed my hands off. I tried a few more times, but it seemed that this was as far as she would let me go.
I whispered in her ear, why don’t you let me?
Because you are still a child, she replied, pulling back the blanket and covering her body.
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Offended I went to my room. I was almost fifteen years old and she called me a child. What about Jacob? Was he not a child? I hated her. I went out and walked to the village center. Usually I had no money in my possession, because we were expected to hand over to David all our income, but as he was not in when I unexpectedly arrived home that day, I had the brown paper bag with my salary in my pocket. I crossed the road and went to the kiosk, with the intention to buy a glass of lemonade and maybe some candies. Two little girls were negotiating with the owner what they could get for the few coins they had. A guy of about my age came over brutally pushed us all aside and asked for a package of cigarettes. I took him gently by the arm and said: Excuse me; don’t you see that we are in line?
Excuse me my ass, he said, get lost, if you don’t want me to smash your face.
If you are such a hero, come aside and prove it, was my response.
We moved aside indeed, and I caught him by his neck, like the wrestlers I have seen in the movies. But he had no cinematic aspirations, he grabbed me by the testicles, and squeezed them so hard that I was turning blue and nearly fainting when finally some guys who had stopped to enjoy the show, drew us apart. Aching and humiliated I returned home, went to bed, and spoke to no one for the rest of the day. When asked what the reason for my strange behavior was, I simply shrugged my shoulders. Tsubi was the only one who new. She said that I had a broken heart. It was the first time that I literally understood the meaning of the word, ball-breaker.
Since I have acquired professional experience as a maintenance technician, I applied for a suitable job. No more picking weeds in the fields, but real work, worthy of a talented guy like me. A few days later I began my career as plumber. All day long I had to knock out grooves in the wall for the water pipes. It was really hard work, but I didn’t complain. After a while I got promoted to cutting and tapping the pipes. All in all it was not what I had dreamed about, and I kept looking for something else, which turned out to be as an apprentice auto mechanic. In fact, since I was about six years old I wanted to do exactly that. There was a small garage next to our house, and I watched with admiration, how the technician dismantles the engine, repairs it, puts all the parts back in place, and like magic it worked. On my first day at the garage I was initiated in the traditional way. They sent me to the storeroom to fetch tools that didn’t exist. Then I was told to unscrew what turned out to be a plug at the bottom of the engine’s oil basin, I came out from under the car black like Al Jolson disguised as a Negro in the film “The Jazz singer”. At the end of the day I was told that every new worker went trough the same ritual, and that I was accepted.
In Herzlia the laborers union opened an evening school in order to provide education for working kids who couldn’t attend school during the day. As it was free of charge, I registered, and was happy to be back in class. Two years have passed since I left the boarding school, where I hardly finished my sixth class, so my formal education was limited, to say the least. There were about thirty kids arranged in two classrooms divided in two levels. One was more or less like the third class of elementary school and the second was approximately like the sixth class. Each class had just one teacher, so he had to teach us mathematics as well as history, biology and literature. In the beginning it was quite boring, mainly because I had already been through all that, and the level in general was really low. But then one day, I was standing in front of the cinema looking at the pictures of the oncoming movie.
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It was something about dinosaurs. I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and, it was Haim my teacher. Are you interested in dinosaurs? He asked.
You mean these legendary monsters? I said, I didn’t even know they are called dinosaurs. He told me that they really existed, and that seventy million years ago they were extinct due to the ice age or some astronomical disaster, a giant asteroid that collided with the earth. I was overwhelmed by all that knowledge. From that day on, every lesson became an opportunity for exiting discoveries. Whatever the lesson was supposed to be, it became a long elaborate discussion on all kind of subjects, literature, philosophy, politics, sex, and once in a while some mathematics. It is there that I met Janine. Her body was not exactly slim, but she had a beautiful face, and what is even more attractive, she had exceptionally big tits. Although we were in the same class, we never spoke about our studies. She lived not far from the school, but she had to cross a wide field to reach home, or if she wanted to use the road, she had to walk a considerable distance. I offered to escort her home after school, and in spite of the darkness, we went through the field. On the first evening we just held hands, but quite soon we became more intimate. Usually it took us about an hour to cross the field. She crossed in five minutes on her way to school. The hugging and kissing became more passionate and daring every night, and from her reaction I realized that she enjoyed it as much as I did. During the day, at work, I used to fantasize on the wild sex we will have at night. The Kuma Sutra is a fairy tale compared to what I visualized. One night it finally happened. It was a bright starry night; the full moon was looking down on us. We stood in the middle of the field, kissing and touching each other all over. Janine was breathing heavily and so was I. It took me ages to take of her clothes. Every button of her blouse was like a barrier to cross. When it came to take of her bra, I realized how clumsy I am. Finally I managed to overcome that obstacle as well. With her skirt I had no problem, but when I tried to pull down her panties, she didn’t let me, and I noticed that she was crying.
What happened? I thought that you wanted me, I whispered.
I do want you very much, but I can’t, my brothers will kill me if they’ll find out that I am not a virgin. I am from Tripoli, as you know. She replied.
What the hell could I do? My whole body was trembling. I felt the sweat running down along my spine. I had no intention to have her killed simply because of my desire. All I wanted was to lose my virginity. All my friends bragged about their sexual achievements. What was wrong with me anyway? Furious I turned around and left her standing there half naked in the darkness. I ran across the field and stopped to regain my breath. From a short distance, I heard Janine crying. How could she have dressed and run so fast? I couldn’t leave her like that. I went to apologize, but it was not her I encountered. Three boys about my age harassed a young girl. They tore of her clothes and apparently intended to rape her. Before they realized what was happening I knocked down one of them.
Anybody interested in a fight? I yelled at the top of my voice, come then.
I needed to release my anger. While I was confronting the boys, the girl grabbed her clothes and fled. The boys considered for a moment to accept the challenge, but the boy who got up from the ground with a bleeding nose, took off, and so did the others. Janine never spoke with me since. I wanted to ask her how her brothers were supposed to find out if she was or was not a virgin, but I didn’t dare.
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