E - assignment 2.3

Rob: Oi! Baertender! Bring me another lager!

Bartender: Here you go sir.

Danny: I'm fucking exstatic mate, tomorrow we're gonna show them who rule this city.

Rob: Yeah mate, I'm so pumped I haven't fucking slept for a week.

Danny: That's not because your pumped mate, thats beacuse of all the "Charlie" you've
been sniffing..hehe.

Rob: Hehe..Yeah maybe so, you want a fix?

Danny: Sure mate.

Rob: (Prepping a line of cocaine on the bardesk)

Bartender: Excuse me sir! What are you doing? You can't do that in here!

Rob: Shut up you cunt, are you West Ham?

Bartender: Ehhrm no...I'm a bartender.

Danny: Is that supposed to be funny or something!?

Rob: (sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffffffffffffff)

Bartender: I want you out of here right now, or I'll call the police!

Rob: You're gonna call the Old Bill on us? You wanker, I'll fucking slit your throught you fucking Chelsea cunt!

Danny: (Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffffffffffff)

Bartender: Please just leave..

Danny: (Smashing a beer bottle in the bartenders head)

Danny and Rob: (shouting) WEST HAM! WEST HAM! WEST HAM!

E - assignment 2.2

 And old lady named Margareth walks in a fancy jewelry store to buy a new necklace. She wares old ragged clothes and her personal hygien is questionable. In the store Margareth gets in a discussion with the clerk, Sarah.
Margareth: Excuse me miss, may I get some help please.

Sarah: Ehh, sure.

Margaretth: I'm looking for a new necklace to ware at a dinner tonight. I love diamonds!

Sarah: Are you really sure you have come to the right place?

Margareth: Yes, I am certain. This is "M's Jewelry", right?

Sarah: Yes, but you know, we are very expensive, but if you walk a few blocks from here they have a low price mall where I'm sure you will find what you are looking for.

Margareth: But..

Sarah: No buts.. Thats all I can help you with, now bye bye..

Margareth: I don't really care for your attitude young lady, can you please show me your diamond necklaces?

Sarah: For the last time lady, you have gone to the WRONG place, now leave!

Margareth: This is an outrage, I would like to speak to the store manager please.

Sarah: He is busy right now, but I am one hundred percent sure he will tell you the same thing I've just told you..to get the hell out of this store!

Margareth: I'm not leaving untill I get to speak to the store manager!

Sarah: (Sigh) Ok, I'll call for him.

(Store manager walking in)

Store manager: (In a high pitch voice) Oh hello Margareth! What a pleasent surprise, how are you dear! You look great! Is there something I can do for you?

Sarah: Oh shit..

Margareth: Yes indeed there is something you can do for me. This young lady wont let me see the diamond necklaces, she tries to convince me to go to some low price mall nearby.

Store manager: (whispers aggressively) Sarah, you stupid cow! Margareth is the owner of the company!

Sarah: ......

Store Manager: You are fired! Maybe now you know what "M" in "M's Jewelry" stands for!

Margareth: Now, can we finally look at some diamonds!?

E - assignment 2

1d) d) You're waiting at a bus stop in your home town. A well-mannered and well-spoken male tourist stops by and asks you for directions to places he says he's been told to visit during his stay. You offer to help him, but as the conversation continues you find yourself overwhelmed by a growing sense of unease...

Tourist: Excuse me sir! May I please ask you for some directions?

Me: Yeah, of course.

Tourist: I am not from this town, but I have heard of a very famous iron store that is supposed to be located nearby. From what I have heard  this iron store got some high class shuffles.

Me: Ehrrm...Did you say iron store? I have never heard of a famous iron store before.. but there is one just two blocks from here.

Tourist: Well thank you sir. I have also heard that this town has a great tool store. It's supposed to have very fine chain saws..

Me: I don't know if it is famous, but there is a tool store just a few minutes walk away. I don't think it is anything special about it though..

Tourist: Perfect! Finally I would like to know the directions to the graveyard. I have heard that it is very beautiful!

Me: That old dump? I promise you, there is nothing to see.

Tourist: (Impatiently) But do you know the directions?

Me: Ehh, yes. but may I ask you a question?

Tourist: Sure

Me: How come you want to see these strange places? An iron store, a tool shop and a graveyard? Don't you want to see our famous tower or the old bridge instead?

Tourist: (Irritated) No

Me: But why not?

Tourist: (Over articulate) Let's just say I've got some business to take care of..do you have a problem with that?

Me: Ehh..no no..just take left,  walk a few minutes and you'll find it!

E - assignment 1

She put a cigarette between her dry lips and glanced at the sky. She was shivering as the cold wind found its way through the thin fabric of her nightgown. It was late as she stood at her discretely decorated balcony in a grey suburb to Stockholm. Although the wind was cold, she was filled with a warm, almost intoxicating feeling insuring her that her agonies were soon to be over.

The stars always seemed distant as she looked at them from her balcony. They were so few and so far away. She tried to remember how the sky used to look when she was younger, and still lived in Iran. Her memory was sharp even though it was many years ago. For a moment she could reminisce how she used to lay on the roof with her kid brother late in the evening, watching the sky for hours while drinking tea and eating fresh apricots. She could almost taste the sweetness of the fruit as she let her thoughts wander back in time. Nothing could ever compare with the sky that embraced Teheran. She remembered that the stars were so close she could almost touch them as she lay beside her brother trying to discover the constellations they had learned about in school. As she thought about her brother she had to fight to keep the tears from leaving her big almond shaped eyes. She didn’t want her mascara to get all messy, not tonight.

As she continued to look at the sky she could also remember how the sky of her past one night changed. How it suddenly turned into a chaotic inferno of fire and smoke accompanied by a loud alarm. The images that every night hunted her dreams making her wake up in a flood of sweat once again appeared. Images of her lying in shuttered glass holding her bellowed brothers limp body, memories of the consequences of war. Consequences that wiped out her entire blood line. She swore silently in Farsi as mascara colored tears fell down her cheeks.

As she inhaled the menthol flavored smoke she couldn’t help looking at the many scars that were engraved to her forearm. The asymmetric white marks worked as a constant reminder of her failures. She couldn’t even manage to end her own life.

She took the last puff of the cigarette and tried to get rid of the feelings of distrust that now started to invade her mind. Tonight she was not going to fail. She lived on the sixth floor and the twenty meters to the ground should do the work. No way could she survive, not this time.

As she sat on the balcony parapet she once again looked at the distant stars. She wondered about her fascination for the night sky. Where did it come from? Maybe she had to be fascinated by it. She was after all named Setareh. In Farsi that means star.

She left no written farewell because there was no one that would care to read it.

As she fell Setareh thought about the sky of her childhood, the sky of Teheran.

Stars are like humans in a way, they are born, they live and they die. Setarehs only wish was to die, she never did...