Hitch your wagon to a star
At evening, I decided to go to the stable house of McGahsh and I safely entered in peace. I saw the secret agent sitting for some time and then stood up. There at the stable, all reports were written and all obstacles and hardship were planned.
The agent inhaled the smoke of his cigarette in his own way, kept the smoke for a while and exhaled with disfavour and disgust; exactly the same way as new generations are expelled from their Middle Eastern countries.
Then he proclaimed, in his own imagination, that he freed all Arabic countries from the east to the west. Then he cried out loud " Long live free Jerusalem Arabia".
After that, he felt tired, fatigued, and he rested listening to a musical record, which is neither made in Basra nor in Syrian Golan.
Then he slept beside his radio while the music was playing and his snoring kept annoying all the children and women of the World.