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- When I went to the Flea-market, I didn't expect anything remarkable.
- Perhaps I thought I might find, an old Beatles album or an ode to Mr Toad
- That might bring me joy
- But instead I found a horror that mankind cannot comprehend
- The sight of women clad in a headscarves, almost as if concealing snakes for hair or a color out of space
- Their man, their master with his own Turban and wildly grown beard, like the Ahab the mad Arab
- or that even darker Prophet of evil Mahomet
- I heard the sounds of an alien incomprehensible tongue escape their lips as they spoke amongst themselves
- And the feeling of the unknown behind these alien sounds, made my mind wander
- Perhaps they were terrorists ready to destroy the market, a symbol of western capitalism
- I never believed the official story about 9/11 as strongly as I did in that moment
- Only 6 feet apart from existential destruction in my own backyard
- I wish Trump where here, or perhaps even Dick Cheney
- To defend me
- But I got lucky
- The Muslims where not here to blow me up....Today
- But after such a close call,
- I could not sleep
- for weeks
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