Dagon Shwe Yar - Stone Age Man

Kantara's daughter

I am a sergeant in the French frontier army, which is composed of foreigners, and my name is "Bérymo." The French army, which is composed of foreigners, is an army that accepts all nationalities, races, and religions, and many of the world's most dangerous invaders find refuge in our army. The soldiers also fight for the joy of war, and when they fight, they act bravely and with the attitude of "I'll die if I have to." Not only are they fierce in fighting, but they are also unrivaled in eating and drinking, and they tremble at the mere mention of their name.

With just 18 months left in my service, our army was transferred to a small outpost in the middle of the Sahara Desert, the village of Sidi Brahim, and we had to go with a lot of grumbling. But soldiers are always happy wherever they are in their military service, and there is no reason to be afraid of heaven or hell. After about 10 days, I was already exhausted. To be precise, on the 11th day, I was especially happy. The reason was that I met a beautiful young woman named Aisha.

We were paid once a week, and all the money we received was spent on brandy. There was a small cafe in the village, run by an old soldier named Mr. Kat, and we were the only ones who worked there. There was also a small dance hall called the “Black Cat,” near the cafe, where at night there were village dances, which we paid to see with the help of the poor. The dances were not fancy, but were dances in which the girls with coppery skin shook their bellies and breasts. They wriggled like snakes and sang their songs in a voice that sounded like a roar. This was our only pleasure and recreation in the vast, barren desert.

That night, I was drunk and lost my way, and suddenly, unable to find the front door, I came out into the back yard. It was past midnight, and it was pitch black and dark, and I slipped and fell into a hole in the ground, and fell forward. At that moment, I could still hear the music in the ballroom. As I fell to my knees, moaning and blaming myself, I saw someone coming toward me from a back door with a lantern in his hand. I was surprised.

The one who came to me was in the form of a woman, and as I approached her, I heard her footsteps and realized that it was a black girl. Since we are all afraid of the soldiers of the frontier army, who are of all races, I thought at first that the girl would run away when she saw me. But it was not as I had imagined. The black girl approached me, helped me to my feet, and even brushed the dirt off my shirt with her hand. The girl was young and had a kind face, and I was quite interested in her when she said, “Please come in for a moment. My mistress, Aisha, wants to make you a cup of tea.”

"Why, tea, okay? I don't like it."

The girl stood there waiting for me without saying anything. When I encounter something strange, I am more surprised and interested than others. These are my weaknesses. I am already quite interested in the girl.

"Look, you go ahead, I'll follow."

"Yes"

"I'll just drink poison instead of tea, hey"

The black woman led me with a lantern to a small house not far away. It was a simple one-story house with mud walls. I opened a door and walked down a narrow path. After walking for a while, I came to a room with curtains. The girl entered the room with the lantern in her hand, and I followed her. The house looked shabby from the outside with mud walls, but inside there were large rugs on the floor and the furniture was in its proper place. In one corner of the room were two long benches against the wall, the cushions of which were covered with embroidered silk. After the girl had seated me on the bench, she went into another room and disappeared. The only light in the room was a dim lamp hanging above.

As I leaned back on the soft bench , I lit a 'corporal' cigarette to calm myself down. As I was slowly giving birth, I heard footsteps and opened my eyes to see a girl approaching me. But this time it was not the girl who had been guiding me with a hand-held lamp. It was a girl who looked like a dancer, much more beautiful than she. Her skin was more yellow and white than anything else, and she was a beautiful woman in the oriental way.

I have been in the French frontier army for 14 years, and have been in and out of the Sahara Desert and its surrounding towns and villages. I have met all kinds of people and have had relations with their women. But I have never met a girl as comfortable, beautiful, and lovely as this one.

She wore a starry blue silk saree, draped over her left shoulder and fastened with a gold horseshoe clasp. Her dark, flowing hair was pinned up with a palm-shaped stone in the middle of her forehead. Her thin, slender figure was slightly outlined by her slender, toned figure. These clothes, in my opinion, looked better on her than a 'bikini'.

"She was a woman named Asha, and she sat down on the other side of the bench where I was sitting. Then she looked at me with her big, bright eyes, and I was as if I were hypnotized. But she said nothing. After a while she slowly approached me, and then, without remembering my life or my situation, I threw my left arm around her and pulled her to me.

When I left that little house, "The Black Cat Cafe was closed and it was quite late. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful."

From that day on, I visited Asha every night I had free time.

Thus, I had come to the land of heaven from the harsh life of a soldier, and soon I made a decision in my heart. I had only 17 months left to serve in the army, and when I was discharged, I would not return to my native land, but would live and work in a village with black people in North Africa. If I lived like this, I would have to get married, and if I did, I would marry Asha.

I already knew Aisha's life. Her parents were the daughters of a nomadic tribe called the Nomads, who lived in the vicinity of the village of Sidi Brahim . Aisha's parents sold her to a circus when she was 7 years old. At the age of 11, she became a dancer in a nightclub, and by the age of 14, she had become quite popular and famous. From then on, she danced in small villages on the edge of the Sahara and along the Mediterranean coast. When she had saved up enough money, she gave up dancing and bought a house in this village and settled down. This is how I knew the unstable life she had to lead. At that time, she was only 19 years old, but she had already experienced a lot.

"I hadn't told him about my intention to live together permanently at that time, but one Christmas evening I told him. I thought he would accept my plan with joy. But it wasn't what I thought. He replied calmly, "Brother, why are you talking about something that will happen in a year?" I was still surprised.

That's all I knew about Asha. I had already given her my first love as a soldier. But the very next evening, something happened that suddenly entered our love journey.

In fact, Sidi Brahim is a peaceful village. Although we often hear about attacks in places a little further away, our village is peaceful. We have received information that a group of bandits , led by a man named Ali Hamid, is committing crimes near the village where we used to send the names of those who are robbing and attacking small villages and desert travelers traveling on camels. The leader, Ali Hamid, has committed many murders and is a desert barbarian called a Berber, but he is a very capable man as a villain. Our army has even obtained a photograph of him, and although Ali Hamid is a fugitive bandit, he is a man of remarkable character. However, a large cut across his right eye has considerably spoiled his original character.

We don't care much about deserters and bandits, we only care about petty things, and we spend our time drinking and partying like soldiers. On Christmas Eve, I went to the Black Cat Café, run by an old soldier named Mr. Kat, with my friends Pedro, the Spaniard, Han and Willie, the Australians, and Sara, the Bulgarian, and we were drinking and partying.

After my first turn of filling the glasses, and the second time I put the glass down on the table, I glanced quickly toward the door, as if my inner self had sensed something was about to happen.

I looked up and saw a large revolver pointed at us, and I immediately recognized the man who was aiming it at us. The scar across his right eye was even more pronounced than in the photograph. I quickly dived to the clay. As I did so, I even knocked down the two men closest to me. “Dai da da da da” was a loud, ear-splitting sound that echoed throughout the store, and I thought the last shot was the loudest.

When I rolled over and got up from the ground, the whole room was filled with smoke, and I was the only one who could get up like this. The others around me were motionless and silent. "Ali Hamid" was nowhere to be seen.

So I turned to the back of the shop and saw the owner, Mr. Card, lying dead on a broken barrel filled with bottles of liquor.

A group of my friends were about to leave after drinking the last of the Christmas wine I had hosted.

After the above incident, our group spent more than 2 or 3 months patrolling, searching villages and oases, and stopping and searching for traveling merchants in the desert. The great forest hunter Ali Hamid

A reward of 10,000 francs has been offered for his capture, but no one has been able to provide information on his whereabouts.

When we returned to the military camp after our military service, I continued to meet with Asha as before. I don't know if Asha's attitude was just my imagination, I thought she was a bit distant from me. I was also thinking about this a lot.

Aisha was so carefree that she would do anything, even the smallest thing. Aisha was always moody and sometimes confused. It was summer at that time, and the desert villages where we lived were quite hot, so I wondered if Aisha's moody appearance was due to the hot weather.

One night I noticed that Asha was more excited than the previous days. After talking to me for a while, she called my name and looked at my face intently.

"Oh my god, how can I know if you really love me?" Without even waiting for my answer, she continued, "Would you dare to risk your life? If I tell you where Alihamid is, I will tell you tonight, I will tell you now."

At first I thought Asha was teasing me. But her eyes held a deep, serious meaning.

I jumped up from my seat with joy.

"Tell me, Ash, tell me, tell me quickly. You know there's a ten thousand franc bounty on his head, don't you? If so, I'll have to warn the guard tonight, and then..." "No... if so, I won't tell you, and you can't tell the guard. I'm not a barbarian, I'm a black man, but I'm not patriotic, don't worry. I can't sell one of my own kind."

Asha gestured and put her arms around my neck and continued -

"I'll tell the man I'm going to marry, you know?" I thought in my head, as if I was going crazy. I hugged Asha's whole body and gently laid her down on the sofa.

"What do you mean? I still don't understand what you're saying, love."

"If you find him, come back to me immediately. He must come to me first before anyone else does."

"Okay, okay, I'll come back later."

"Now try it."

Asha pulled away from my embrace and quickly pulled a cold, hard object from under her saree and placed it in my hand. It was a small, Italian-made .38-caliber automatic pistol.

My mind was quite shaken. "Where did you get this gun?" "Where did you get it for a reason?" .

I felt a little irritated. Asha seemed to sense my mood. Her expression also became somewhat tense.

"Okay, if you're scared, I'll call the guard. You just said something wrong."

"Shut up, Asia, and tell me where this thing is."

I became a little angry and asked, squeezing her shoulders painfully. Then Asha continued.

“You know that Oasis kid called Boazam, right?” * “I know.”

It is about five miles from here. There is an old well. Now the date palms beside it have dried up because they are dry. Near the well is an old brick fort. It was built by the French army in the past to defend themselves against the black people. Now the desert travelers do not come here because the well does not have water. They turn off by other routes. The old fort is deserted and only bats and lizards live there. But tonight, on the roof of that ruined fort, Ali Hamid will be sleeping with a girl in his arms.”

I kissed Asha and then hugged her tightly. Asha was trembling as she spoke. .