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| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
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| The boy was relieved. He got up to pay the bill, but the owner | ||
| grabbed him and began to speak to him in an angry stream of | ||
| words. The boy was strong, and wanted to retaliate, but he was in a | ||
| foreign country. His new friend pushed the owner aside, and pulled | ||
| the boy outside with him. “He wanted your money,” he said. | ||
| “Tangier is not like the rest of Africa. This is a port, and every port | ||
| has its thieves.” | ||
| The boy trusted his new friend. He had helped him out in a | ||
| dangerous situation. He took out his money and counted it. | ||
| “We could get to the Pyramids by tomorrow,” said the other, | ||
| taking the money. “But I have to buy two camels.” | ||
| They walked together through the narrow streets of Tangier. | ||
| Everywhere there were stalls with items for sale. They reached the | ||
| center of a large plaza where the market was held. There were | ||
| thousands of people there, arguing, selling, and buying; vegetables | ||
| for sale amongst daggers, and carpets displayed alongside tobacco. | ||
| But the boy never took his eye off his new friend. After all, he had all | ||
| his money. He thought about asking him to give it back, but decided | ||
| that would be unfriendly. He knew nothing about the customs of the | ||
| strange land he was in. | ||
| “I’ll just watch him,” he said to himself. He knew he was stronger | ||
| than his friend. | ||
| Suddenly, there in the midst of all that confusion, he saw the | ||
| most beautiful sword he had ever seen. The scabbard was embossed | ||
| in silver, and the handle was black and encrusted with precious | ||
| stones. The boy promised himself that, when he returned from | ||
| Egypt, he would buy that sword. | ||
| “Ask the owner of that stall how much the sword costs,” he said | ||
| to his friend. Then he realized that he had been distracted for a few | ||
| moments, looking at the sword. His heart squeezed, as if his chest | ||
| had suddenly compressed it. He was afraid to look around, because | ||
| he knew what he would find. He continued to look at the beautiful | ||
| sword for a bit longer, until he summoned the courage to turn | ||
| around. | ||
| All around him was the market, with people coming and going, | ||
| shouting and buying, and the aroma of strange foods…but nowhere | ||
| could he find his new companion. | ||
| The boy wanted to believe that his friend had simply become | ||
| separated from him by accident. He decided to stay right there and | ||
| await his return. As he waited, a priest climbed to the top of a | ||
| nearby tower and began his chant; everyone in the market fell to | ||
| their knees, touched their foreheads to the ground, and took up the | ||
| chant. Then, like a colony of worker ants, they dismantled their | ||
| stalls and left. | ||
| The sun began its departure, as well. The boy watched it through | ||
| its trajectory for some time, until it was hidden behind the white | ||
| houses surrounding the plaza. He recalled that when the sun had | ||
| risen that morning, he was on another continent, still a shepherd | ||
| with sixty sheep, and looking forward to meeting with a girl. That | ||
| morning he had known everything that was going to happen to him | ||
| as he walked through the familiar fields. But now, as the sun began | ||
| to set, he was in a different country, a stranger in a strange land, | ||
| where he couldn’t even speak the language. He was no longer a | ||
| shepherd, and he had nothing, not even the money to return and | ||
| start everything over. | ||
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