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Oil Port

An oil port He is looking on to shore and sees an oil terminal waiting for the pilot, he may arrive today or tomorrow. Well he is not going ashore at this Arab port it is usually boring full of men smoking water pipes talking excitedly about the next revolution and he knows as a white man, he viewed with suspicion. He never understood a culture where women are cattle sit indoors and wait to be pregnant again. This is a society of men, and as such, they make a mess of daily life. It takes 12 hours to load the ship with crude oil, bound for Antwerp, which is more like the home he understands the people there can have a beer in a bar and not starred at with hatred. Mind, he knows well the white people have done much harm in this part of the world, nevertheless he dislikes their culture, but he doesn´t care to understand them.

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