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Rika

Trochę pocieszy... jeszcze tylko chciałabym wiedzieć, gdzie on się zawieruszył, ile ma lat i kim jest dla główniejszych bohaterów. Ale nawet nie będę pytać, poczekam Laughing

AMG

AMG

W nagrodę za cierpliwość kontynuujmy ostatni wpis (przypominam, że idzie w trzech częściach).

[...]

Khaled went to sleep. The dictation tired him; he’s still very weak. I do remember how he got injured, and hard as I may try, I cannot wipe the image out of my mind, him bleeding all over the ground, as it seemed to me, then the man trying to kill him, and the fear that forced me to grab a pistol and possibly take a life. I was so afraid for him. Afraid of losing him.

He is my only family now. I don’t know what happened to Sarah, I can only hope she had reached the group of soldiers that was our aim.

Khaled’s parents treat me very naturally, as though I were one of them. His father is white, possibly American, but I can mistake here. Either he hasn’t used English for a longer time, or he has just learned it somewhere. Sometimes sailors speak a couple of languages, none perfectly but most of them understandably, some just enough for a simple conversation. He has a gift of talking about the most important or most painful things in the softest, calmest, most reasonable and convincing way, regardless of the language he uses. I told him of my father, and talking alone seemed to help – his words so much more. He must have endured a lot of pain himself in his life.

Khaled’s father is a handsome man – has passed that on to Khaled, obviously – with a white beard and trustworthy eyes.

Khaled’s mother speaks little. She doesn’t need to. You always know what she wants of you. She’s not Arab, but I don’t think she is from somewhere in Europe. She has gentle eyes and a patient smile. When she heard of my father, she just hugged me tight and let me cry it all out. It was the first time since the event that I could cry for him.

They call Khaled: John.

[...]

Rika

Czyżby się znalazł drugi Cartwright? Nie utopiłaś go? Shocked

AMG

Wszędzie chcecie go widzieć? Laughing

Rika

Nie wszędzie. Tylko w bonanzowych fanfikach Razz

Ewelina

Amerykanin? Biała broda, matka Europejka? Ta dlaczego syn jest Arabem i nazywa się Khaled? To nie opowieść, to zagadka! Tradycyjnie pytam: Co dalej?

AMG

Białą brodę może mieć i Arab Smile

A matka nie-Europejka.

Ewelina

Ale matka Khaleda nie jest Arabką! To dlaczego Khaled jest Arabem???

Lidka

Chyba nie jest Arabem, skoro ma też angielskie imię. (?)
O jakie jeszcze pozaeuropejskie narodowości można by posądzić tę matkę? Jakieś pomysły?

Ewelina

Może być Ormianką, Gruzinką, Holenderką (Burowie już dawno mieszkali w Afryce). Jest wiele możliwości Wink

Lidka

Burowie... może to jakiś trop, kurcze nie dość, że nie mamy sprecyzowanego czasu akcji to i miejsce jest dość enigmatyczne.

AMG

To kończmy ten długaśny wpis, może w końcu gdzieś dopłyniemy Wink

[...]

Khaled stirs in his sleep, but is probably still too weak to shift. He’s still pale, but the fire is back in his eyes and voice, and I know he will be fine. Still, today’s dictation has tired him quickly. He needs his rest.

It is strange and silly how difficult it is to speak to someone directly about certain things. Yet he just needed to say ‘I love you’ to the page to strike my heart. Then, as I turned to him, he began showering my hands with kisses with both such intensity and gentleness in his eyes... The skin still tingles with the sensation.

I love him. I can’t say that directly to him either and that is so silly. It feels even more silly as I know he will read it for I write it in his diary. I suppose that’s why I write it here.

I think he knows anyway.

Ewelina

Dopłynęłysmy do wyznania miłości. Jednak te ogniste spojrzenia wywołały pożądany efekt. Ale kim jest tajemniczy Khaled - John? Co dalej???

Rika