Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Mr Hector Mc Quenns story

It’s cold today, freezing for being Turkey. I’m waiting for my employer Mr Ratchett in the doorway. He’s about to get dressed on the upper floor. I her the thuds when he struggles with he’s clothing. After awhile he come’s down in a haze and at the door he put his shoes on and take his stick at the door. He yells a lot at me but most on his servant ho is a pathetic creature by the name of Mr Masterman who is absolutly not a master in any way. Apparently he did something wrong again. MR Ratchett is very strict and easy to anger and aggressiveness. But at least he’s not retarded. The road from the hotels backyard goes out to the main road were a new taxi car has been waiting for us a long time. The three of us jump in to the taxi and the driver is pissed. But i give him some extra coins for the waiting and to shut his mouth. The car makes a lot of noise but then it begins quiet down after a while. We go through Constantinople, and heading for the train station.

The train conductor blows a whistle as the train starts moving. I’m sitting in Mr Ratchetts compartment and read through some of his papers. The sun comes through the window and it becomes warm even though i’t has began to snow awhile ago. I thought it didn’t get this cold in Turkey, but apparently i was wrong. It’s very boring work but soon it will be dinner and i can finally stop working for a while. Mr Ratchett gave me a list with our fellow passengers awhile back and i know the names of everyone. Ratchett is very worried about everything and he can’t sleep in normal ways, but you can’t blame him because of the letters i’ve been giving him in secret. . A distant noise comes, and it’s time for dinner.

I get back from the dinner cart and i’m heading for Mr Ratchetts compartment once again to pick up some notes that i’ve have too work whit. I’m going through the hallway, which is empty cause most of the passengers are still in the middle of their dinner. I open the door whit my key that i got from mr Ratchett. The door swung open. And I go to the table with all the paperwork. I pick it up hand pick it up to go through it too pick up the most important and parts it looks like it’s a lot of work in a lot of dificult. I walk out from the room and i see the servant who walks for his apartment. I go for my room to work with the papers. and I hear the folks who are done with there meal. I smell a good smell of a mans perfume and a man comes out from a corner. I don’t recall his name but i recognise him as the englishman. Mr cononel arthur is his name if i recall right. He makes an elagante bow which I think looks very stupid. He begin to talk and he seems very smart so we agree to talk a bit. We got in a room with sofas and stuff and begin a very inntresting conversation about world poletics with some alcohol.

Mr Arthur walks out from the room and i i’ve hear the brake when the train stops.

To bee continued