Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 11:29:08 +0100
From: j.zuydendorp@gmail.com
Subject: charlie-2

Hi people,

I introduced myself earlier to you, I'm Charlie.
The first chapter of this story just happened to me.

I'm not sure it belongs here; but after some time reading this Nifty side,
and being the person I be,
I give it a try.

First thing: I live in Europe; to be exact, in the Netherlands (NO Bill,
The Netherlands is not a Scandinavian country!).

I realize, this side is US (I know, because I try to do a donation, but I
do not have a credit card (doe all Americans have one?), and I did not see
a possibility to do it from here.

I hope, if you do have as much respect of this side as me, and you have the
founds to donate, you do.

I promise, if you help me to show how I can do the same, I will.
(please understand I'm at a very limited income..)

Well, this out of my system, let's go on with my story.




2. Then Momed decided to adopt me.

As I learned then and later, Momed does things with hart and soul.

Several very blooding noses later, all things were settled by the new
structure.  Momed was now boss of the entire school, but not interested in
the lot of work for that, so I was his accepted commanding officer, and had
a free hand in setting rules and regulations.


3. Introductions Part 2.

Hi.  I'm Momed, Charlie already introduced me.

After last week events here in France, I've only been out of the house to
be at school.  A bit late, I knew, but I've told Charly everything, as
usual.  I know he is disappointed in me, not telling me him earlier, but
I've learned to trust him the past few years. So I be-leaved him, when he
said that he understands my reasons.

Ok.

Charlie says I have to focus at our story.  It had cost him four days to
let me promise to tell our story together, and I will do what I've
promised.

Charlie is sitting on my lap, and we are in my room.

I'm doing this his style; I know; he's not pleased with it, but how can I
do different.  He has been my tutor for over two years now!

4. My story about how it began.

You have to know that my memories about that time are a sort of blur.  But
I do remember my emotions very clear.

When Charlie was introduced to us in class, I only occupied a chair in the
room.  I was only six months in France, and three months in school.  I knew
names of classmates, but was still not able to put faces next to names.  I
knew I was a hairy big boy, surrounded by loudly, exiting, little kids.  I
spoke their language, but I did not understand their jokes.

And then came Charlie.

I remember my first thought.  'Not only little kids around me, but now also
a baby'?

It so happened that the only available chair was next to me. At the rear of
the room.  I heard a very loud voice some three lines in front of me.  "Oh
dear, baby boy is next to ape man, I hope ape man does not fall asleep over
him, baby boy will not survive"!

The rest of the day I observed what happened to Charlie.  I was totally
confused by his never fading smile, during what the other kids did to him.

I remember that I felt more and more uncomfortable watching it , and when
it did not stop after we all past the school gate at the end of that day, I
somehow exploded.

The next thing I realized was his arms holding me, and his strong sounding
voice.

"Stop now Momed! You get in serious trouble if you hurt them more"!