Chapter 33 i live in arabian paradise

Boudley In 1918, I left the world I knew and went to Northwest Africa, where I lived with the Arabs in the Sahara for seven years.There, I learned the language of the nomads, wore their clothing, ate their food and respected their way of life.I became the master of the sheep and slept in the tents of the Arabs.At the same time, I did a careful study of their religion and wrote a book about Muhammad--. The seven years I lived with these wandering shepherds were the most peaceful and richest period of my life. My life is already colorful, and I have had a wealth of life experience.My parents are British, but I was born in Paris, lived in France for nine years as a child, and then went to the famous Eton College and the Royal Military Academy in the UK to receive education.As an adult, I lived in India for six years as an officer in the British Army.When I was younger, I was passionate about polo, hunting and exploring the Himalayas.I served in World War I, and after the war I attended the Paris Peace Conference as an assistant military attaché.In the meantime, I was shocked and disappointed by what I saw and heard.In four years of fighting on the front line, I firmly believe that I am fighting to preserve human civilization.But at the Paris peace conference, I saw firsthand how self-serving politicians planted the trigger for World War II - a secret diplomatic conspiracy by every country trying to grab land for itself , to create hatred among nations.

I'm tired of war, I'm tired of the military, I'm tired of society as a whole.I had the first sleepless nights of my life worrying about which career I should choose.My good friend George advised me to enter the political circle. I was considering whether to accept his advice, but something happened that changed the next seven years of my life.It was a conversation of less than four minutes, and it was with Ted Lawrence, the most romantic "Lawrence of Arabia" of the First World War.This legendary hero who lived in the desert with the Arabs for a long time advised me to go into the desert.Initially, I found this suggestion grotesque.But I have decided to leave the military and must find a job as soon as possible.Owners of private companies would not want to hire someone like me—a veteran of the regular army—especially in peacetime when job applicants are plentiful.So I tried to take Lawrence's advice and go to the Arab world and live with the people there.I'm so glad I made this decision because it was there that I learned how to overcome worry.

To illustrate this point, let me tell you about a time I was caught in a scorching storm in the Sahara.That gust of wind blew for three days and three nights. The wind was so strong that it even blew the sand of the Sahara to the Rhone Valley in France.The wind was so hot that my hair seemed to be scorched, my eyes were so hot, and my mouth was full of sand. I felt as if I was standing in front of the furnace of a glass factory, in agony, almost mad.The Arabs, however, had no complaints. They shrugged and said, "MacTober!" But they were not completely passive. Immediately after the storm passed, they went into action and killed all the lambs.They knew the lambs were no longer viable and killing the lambs would save the ewes.After completing this task, they drove the remaining sheep to the south to drink water... All these actions were completed in a very calm state of mind, without any complaints or worries about the losses they had suffered.The tribal chief said: "It's pretty good, we could have lost everything, but there are still 40% of the flock left, and we can start all over again."

In my memory, there is another incident: Once we were driving across the desert, a tire blew up, and the driver forgot to bring a spare tire.Anxious, angry and annoyed, I asked the Arabs what to do.Impatience, they told me, not only doesn't help, it makes people feel more stuffy.A flat tire is unstoppable.So, we had to rely on three tires to drive forward.However, the gas soon ran out, too.Faced with this situation, the chief only said: "McTober!" Everyone did not growl because of the driver's fault, but became calmer.We walked to our destination on foot, singing non-stop along the way.

Seven years of living with Arabs convinced me that the insanity, mania, and alcoholism common in America and Europe were produced by the haste and haste of civilized life. As long as I live in the Sahara, I have no worries.There is to be found the psychological satisfaction and the physical health which civilized society has lost.