#33 Mahmoud Ahmed Mohammed Mahmoud (Memo)

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ID:	33
Name:	Mahmoud Ahmed Mohammed Mahmoud (Memo)
Work place:	Mahmoud (Memo) works in a cafe in the district of Nabk (Sharm El Sheikh after an air-port). A cafe is straight in the street under the opened sky between a shop and road. It is the cheapest cafe, decorated the garlands of fir-trees, settees with floor coverings in style of bedouin. When we met with him, he had worked in a shop in the district of Alf Leila Wa Leila. Mahmoud said that he worked not well together with the owner of shop.
Description:	Year of birth 1981, now he is 26 years. Eyes are brown, a form of eyes is almonds, eyelashes are fluffy, hairs are black curly, hairs are smeared with gel of ”Kazanova”, hairs yet more curl. His height about 170 cm, strong build, a skin is swarthy. Talks in English, a little on Russian and freely on Italian (I did not hear, only he said about it)
Reference:	The first impression: he met the dream. He asked to do a photo on my camera. In the first week he craved to meet every day. In spite of the fact that I more older him and I was married, he named me the first girl Together we went for a beach, went for a walk in the district of Alf Leila Wa Leila, in old town. He asked my telephone number. He gave me the mail address and I promised to send photos.I said goodbye to him and not promised to arrive. He sent me much sms with declarations of love . How did them succeed it? I do not understand. I returned 7 months later. He wormed oneself into my confidence, I felled in love in him. That I liked in him: He has a well balanced mind, devout, nondrinker, non-smoker, he does not go to the discotheques. And I am Muslim too. We have a lot of common interests! He offered me to marry, and suggested to take off an apartment for together . I was on a 7 sky! Nobody offered to me marry after a divorce with a husband But then he uttered quietly, that he is poor Egyptian man and he will be able to pay only a half. I agreed without doubt. It turned out, that, he paid off for an orfi contact for my money, he paid off for an apartment and etc. Sometimes I paid, because he asked by quite unexpectedly: you have 25 pound, 50.? It is trifle for me, I had roseate view. We were together one week. I merely did not understand, why did not we go to register marriage in a mosque, if we both the Muslims? As soon as I left, began uneasy life: sms and he suggested to communicate on the internet, speak and see each other. We communicated almost every day and when I fully appeared for him on a hook, he began to speak about a money. He asked from me 2 000 dollars. I did not have such sum. He began to be apologetic for to, that he began to speak with me about money, because I am his wife and he trusts me. He wants to purchase a shop, his brother will work there, and Mahmoud will arrive to me on Ukraine. I arrive to Egypt 4 months later, because I missed on him. And I want to know, he does not cheat me with history with a money? Mahmoud was a great psychologist. He used all charms, that I understood his position, in position of poor Egyptian man, with which a government applies as with by an animal and does not give to get up on feet. And he talked that I wanted to hear: About God, about our faith, about large clean love and that sex is combined only with love. And that he can love me infinitely, because he is strong. And he talks again, as by chance there is a good variant – small shop for sale and, and he does not want to lose such chance! I give him these money, because money - not main, and I trust him and dream that we will be together! I come back home and he sends me sms about large love. Then he disappears somewhere, disconnects a telephone. He feels badly, a shop is already sold! And he searches something suitable. And I worry also, does not sleep, I can not work And he found! Now he found a cafe and he purchased him! He calls up me on connection, Quickly! He talks about love of half a hour, what beautiful and wonderful his wife, how he grateful me for help, can not live without me, tells about paying business, but, one but, does not enough only 2000 dollars, because a cafe is big and expensive. They purchased this cafe with a partner together. But anyway not enough money! I am very disturb and feel something wrong. But promised him to send only one thousand dollars, because I do not have anymore. He is happy, But I was not able to send these money. I hade an accident. And I begin to understand that do something not so. I wait him 2 months late, but he can not arrive to Ukraine. Sometimes he disconnects a telephone, talks tall stories, that father is heavily sick, then accident with his friend, some collisions with a police, and other events, is quite strange for me. I worry terrible, does not find itself a place. After 3 months of separation, I go to him again. He is scared and begins constantly to repeat, that wants to sell a cafe and wants to return me all my money. For this time he did not understand me, he had thought, that I had arrived after a money. And rose glasses fall from me I interrogate, I have good memory about all events which he told me. All the evidence not fits, a pack of lies. And I understood that before, when he did not know how to answer on some my question, pretended, that did not understand Russian and English. It is very comfortably for him. But I believed at then time. And I see that he can not think, how have finished with me. I can not believe that he used me from a money! I can not believe that my darling Mahmoud is simply prostitute. And in last day I ask give a receipt for money received . No! He refuses to write, because he does not know grammar of English. (although we wrote to each other in English) He began to cry, that he will send a money during a month or even before, as soon as will sell a cafe. He began to cry, that I disbelieve him.. And we parted, and a finish came to the east fairy-tale. Reference: He loves parade . He showed a cafe. But I disbelieve nothing already. It seems to me that he dissipated all my money on a meal in restaurants, on «friends» which gave a «tip».And we parted, and an east fairy-tale made off.Distinguishing feature: when he worries – bites nails Tells masterly, it in blood. He confessed, that it from birth, and that all all Egyptians tell. If you want adventures with a bad end – go to Egypt, search Mahmoud, Mohammed, Ali. .
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