A Meeting With Qaddafi
Qaddafi's murder brought an old memory I had forgotten about. My first trip to Portugal.
I was so happy thinking about the many tours I would be taking. I was anxious to see this country.
But the second day, in our comfortable hotel room, we were told that we must vacate and move to the floor below. It seemed that Mr. Qaddafi and his body guards had to have the entire floor for themselves.
We packed up our belongings and opened the door to leave, when who but that very
man was waiting outside our door, watching us carefully. Surrounded by his guards, who each had many guns strapped around their bodies. But the monster was safely in the center of the circle. No one could reach him.
He kept watching us, carefully and cooly, so cooly that it made me shiver.
For the remainder of our trip I never felt as safe and secure as Mr. Qaddafi was.
I wasn't in a circle with soldiers to protect me.
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Author's Note
This is a true story. Thank you to Marcus Speh for publishing this at his kaffe in katmandu.
http://kaffeinkatmandu.tumblr.com/post/11828563984/a-meeting-with-qaddafidu.
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A chilling story, I can't imagine being face to face with such a person. Very well told and great end line.
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Wow, who knew that Qaddafi would even allow himself to be glimpsed by another country's civilians. Fascinating.
Yes, wow! You crossed paths with Qaddafi? A moment to immortalize.
He should have been a movie star instead of a dictator.
yes Susan, it was a chilling moment.
Neil, he was to suspicious not to look at us.
yes Mykell, it is a moment I will never forget
The picture you paint is vivid, Estelle. I can only imagine those cold eyes staring back at me as though I were an insect. Shiver.
estelle, i said <a href="http://blog.marcusspeh.com/?p=5737">elsewhere</a> how shocked i was by the video showing the dictator's execution. this piece uses that fresh knowledge so cleverly, i'm just on the floor. absolutely mesmerizing memory. it needs a long view such as yours to write this.
Joani, the got it right. It was a chilling moment. Thanks for reading it.
p.s. sorry for the mispellig. Have had a hectic week. I barely know my name.
Marcus, yes, I can still picture that whole episode.
But I refused to have him ruin my tours. Saw much history there.
Thanks for your reading this.
An excellent piece, Estelle.
Nice memoir. Well, nice to read about. Glad I wasn't there. *
Sam, thanks so much for reading it and calling it excellent.
yes Jack, it is a memory that is hard to forget.
Thanks for the read.
great last line! *
Chilling. Love the last line with its hint of irony considering how his life ended.
Beate, much thanks, glad you liked that last line
John, yes it was a chilling experience.
thanks for reading it.
This is quite a memory. You recalled this so clearly, I felt like he was watching me, as well. *
oh wow, what a memory...you tell it vividly, Estelle *
Foster, yes, I recalled it vividly. You would have too.
Oh, that face!
thank you Kathy for reading this.