Fencing! I suddenly realised that fencing was the one sport that I always wanted to practise. I became intrigued by this upper class sport, a close-combat duel between two gentlemen fighting for their honour, the sabres, the masks, the protective gear … for some reason fencing seemed liked THE sport I had to get into.
I was in Malta at the time and I had no idea where I had to go to get lessons in fencing. After some enquires and internet researching I managed to find out about this old lady who gave fencing lessons in her apartment in Valletta. I was told that she lived on her own and that she was once a professional fencing athlete back in her days.
So I went to Valletta in search of this old fencing mistress. Just before entering into the gates of the city I met two friends, Forky and Delli, two cousins. I told them about my newly-found passion for fencing and that I was looking for a fencing mistress whom I was told lived in Valletta. They seemed to be quite amused by my new hobby. They also assured me that they knew where this fencing coach lived. Forky told me that he would take me there only if I agreed to accompany them to see their grandmother who was in a square in Valletta.
I agreed to follow them to their grandmother. So we went in through the gates of Valletta and into the square where their grandmother was. She was sitting on a chair in the middle of the square and she looked very old. Without warning, Forky pulled down his trousers and defecated on the ground in front of his grandmother shouting “Look Nanna! Look!!” He was laughing his head off. Delli seemed to find it funny too. I just looked on in wonder at this sight, one half of me disgusted, the other mildly amused.
I decided that it was time for me to leave so I turned to Delli and asked him to tell me where the fencing mistress lived. He told me that she lived close to one of the large columns that surrounded Valletta. In my dream, Valletta was surrounded by enormous columns.
So I set off to find the old lady’s apartment. After some walking and enquiries with the locals I managed to find her apartment. It was found in an old tenement building at the edge of the city next to one of the huge columns. I knocked on the door and the old fencing mistress opened the door for me. She had long frizzy hair and her wrinkled face was all caked up in make-up.
She invited me in. Her apartment consisted of two rooms joined by a small corridor. It was very dark and bare and it was lit by candles. I walked into the second room. There were two pupils practising with sabres. Without any introductions, she handed me a sabre and told me to get in line with the other pupils and start practising. So I went next to other pupils and started waving the sabre about in the air, lunging at the wall.
the end
Dreamt on the night of 17.01.2006
The night before:
Food: Don't remember.
Drink: Don't remember.
I was in Malta at the time and I had no idea where I had to go to get lessons in fencing. After some enquires and internet researching I managed to find out about this old lady who gave fencing lessons in her apartment in Valletta. I was told that she lived on her own and that she was once a professional fencing athlete back in her days.
So I went to Valletta in search of this old fencing mistress. Just before entering into the gates of the city I met two friends, Forky and Delli, two cousins. I told them about my newly-found passion for fencing and that I was looking for a fencing mistress whom I was told lived in Valletta. They seemed to be quite amused by my new hobby. They also assured me that they knew where this fencing coach lived. Forky told me that he would take me there only if I agreed to accompany them to see their grandmother who was in a square in Valletta.
I agreed to follow them to their grandmother. So we went in through the gates of Valletta and into the square where their grandmother was. She was sitting on a chair in the middle of the square and she looked very old. Without warning, Forky pulled down his trousers and defecated on the ground in front of his grandmother shouting “Look Nanna! Look!!” He was laughing his head off. Delli seemed to find it funny too. I just looked on in wonder at this sight, one half of me disgusted, the other mildly amused.
I decided that it was time for me to leave so I turned to Delli and asked him to tell me where the fencing mistress lived. He told me that she lived close to one of the large columns that surrounded Valletta. In my dream, Valletta was surrounded by enormous columns.
So I set off to find the old lady’s apartment. After some walking and enquiries with the locals I managed to find her apartment. It was found in an old tenement building at the edge of the city next to one of the huge columns. I knocked on the door and the old fencing mistress opened the door for me. She had long frizzy hair and her wrinkled face was all caked up in make-up.
She invited me in. Her apartment consisted of two rooms joined by a small corridor. It was very dark and bare and it was lit by candles. I walked into the second room. There were two pupils practising with sabres. Without any introductions, she handed me a sabre and told me to get in line with the other pupils and start practising. So I went next to other pupils and started waving the sabre about in the air, lunging at the wall.
the end
Dreamt on the night of 17.01.2006
The night before:
Food: Don't remember.
Drink: Don't remember.
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