A Rush Across History & Fault-lines of the North & South
A vulgar scuffle with a Cypriot Gangster
get back to work!” A bald stocky Cypriot patted my thigh as he waddled into
the hotel lobby with a blonde, skinny lass in loud pink tights.
What a rude bum he was, but I had no intention of getting distracted from
my book while waiting for my lazy friends to get ready for Day 2 of my Cypriot
duo stood at the empty reception looking impatient, while the girl grumbled in
her Russian accented English, “…I had to go from one hotel to another…
little hours… it’s too much for me… I cannot go on like this too
long…” Caressing her hair gently, her companion comforted her, “don’t
worry… we will sort that out…we will get this fucking hotel to…” his
words lost in thin air, betrayed a faint East London accent.
impatient with the wait, the idiotic bum turned around and shouted at me, “Hey
Chino, where are your fxxking bosses ?
Get them here immediately!”
retorted, “I don’t work here.
I’m a tourist.
Have no idea where the hotel people are.”
Natasha (what Russian prostitutes are known as) pulled his shirt, and the pimp
turned around and gave her a polar bear kiss.
And she started her grumbling again…
quick glance at my watch.
Alas, 25 minutes have lapsed and my travel companions were hardly in
it on the seductive Cypriot wine we had last night ?
|Cease fire line in Lefkosa/Nicosia, with Greek flags and symbols
|Gigantic statue of Archbishop Makarios III outside the Archbishop's Palace
couple had enough of it, and marched out of the hotel lobby.
Scarcely a few steps from me, the Cypriot scumhead turned around and
shouted at me, “Chino, tell your fxxking bosses here that they should go screw
them, and fuck you too!”
mine, what have I done to deserve this ?
A peacenik like me have done nothing more than reading my Lonely Planet
while waiting for friends.
First he calls me Chino, and then shouted at me as though I was his
servant, and now he uses the infamous F-word.
That’s way too much!
I decided to press the nuclear button, and returned fire with the weapon
that me, the quintessential model Confucianist gentleman have hardly ever used
in my life. To
put it simply, I used the F-word.
“Hey, fxxk you too!
I’m not working here and I’m not your fxxking servant!”
balding pig turned into a monster.
He grabbed my shirt collar, pulled me close to his face – yes, I could
smell his fuming heat and his menacing eyes resembled the proverbial gates of
did you say ? You
scold me fxxk ?”
He clenched his fist and gestured threateningly.
Say that again and I’ll punch you.
I’ll kill you, fxxking Chino!”
mind raced across the Mediterranean and then the plains of Eurasia.
I saw the empty hill slopes of Bamiyan, Afghanistan, where the Taleban
had recently destroyed the ancient Buddhas.
And then above the Ganges Plains I saw Lumbini, birthplace of Lord
how much bad karma have I accumulated with those uttering of the four letter
words, and with my impatience with a less enlightened soul.
And then I saw the tiny red dot that is Singapore, and the silhouette of
my family… Trust me, it’s all a split second and my decision has been made.
I kept quiet and smiled.
Man loosened his grip, turned around, and walked out of the hotel.
What a fresh start to Day 2 of the trip!
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