The headmaster said he should punish me to keep his dignity and ordered the sergeant major of our school to punch me 10 hard strikes using his military stick. Nevertheless, I left the school the same day, rising my head steady up and sat for the university exam from home.
While I met the headmaster after 12 years with one of my colleagues at one of the first and big press houses, my colleague asked him if "he recognized me". He looked at my long hair and I helped him by bringing lines of the story in front of him, so he recognized his dogmatism. However, he appreciated a poetry I wrote my friend handed to him to read.
To get his own poetry published in the next edition of the Arts' section "Finoon", he brought two packs of national cigarettes to my colleague who received them smiling to him and winking to me at the same time. Full story at the headline. Press on it.
http://lens.love-chancellor.com
http://www.cafepress.com/nadiana
http://www.squidoo.com/squadron-of-poets
Monday, April 28, 2008
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