Posted by Natali and John Lekkas from athe530-j230.otenet.gr on April 15, 2001 at 14:38:03:
We got on the train and sat by the window. Ever since I stepped my foot on this country I ‘ve gone down catacombs that date back to 1,000 BC, been chased by villains and nearly got shot to death. I wondered if this was Indy’s idea of a nice quite trip abroad. In any case I was finally given the chance to enjoy the Turkish scenery and expected noone and nothing to spoil this for me.
Indy took the books out of his bag. «What is that book you brought from Egypt anyway, Indy?» said I. «It’s an Assyrian document written by King Sargon II. It talks about a curse that envelops King Midas’s lost treasure. According to this document, King Midas committed suicide that brought destruction to his kingdom and to the region of Phrygia. Midas’ 170 ft. tall tomb in Gordium is believed to be hiding a secret passage to an underground city where the gold may actually be hidden. Unfortunately, it doesn’t tell us what the curse is all about. I guess we will have to find out there.»
I got up and walked to the next wagon. Travelling by train can be a dizzy experience! There were all kinds of people inside but the third car was uniquely occupied by german-speaking men in uniform. I felt somewhat uneasy about this. «Indy,» I said when I got back to him, «if we are on a train to Ankara, then why does everybody speak German?»
«German? What do the Germans want in the same train with us ? I don’t like the sound of that. Stand up kid, let’s get out of here.» Seconds after we had left the compartment, the door opened and three Germans got in. Indy took his gun out.
Indy: Randy, run back to the last wagon.
Randy: And what are you…?.
There was a terrible gunfight in the car. People were shouting and screaming, too scared to get out of their compartments. That made it easy for me to get to the last wagon. The Germans got into our car the one after the other while Indy was running after me shooting back at them. Wounded bodies were falling in front of him making his way to the back difficult while the Nazis shot anyone to get closer to Indy. «Das Buch, her Jones,» they shouted. «Duck,» I told Indy only seconds before a bullet flew over him and hit on the wall opposite him.
Indy: Disengage the wagon.
Indy: Disengage the wagon!
Randy: Are you crazy? You’ll be stuck with them.
Indy: Do it now!
I found a wrench and started hitting the hook till it broke off. The car started immediately moving backwards. Indy jumped on the wagon, his feet trailing on the ground. “Drop me the whip and I will catch you,” I said. The Nazis were at the other end shooting at us. “Ju vill neva survive” they shouted. Indy got up and saluted them in their silly Hitlerite way. The train was now speeding aback and there were no breaks to stop it “The wagon is full of oil barrels,” I hollered, “but at least we got rid of them.” “Not for long,” said Indy.
We heard another gunshot. It was a plane flying over us. Indy opened a window and shot back. “The wagon is going too fast, we are going to crash and that pilot is shooting at a car full of oil barrels!” I shouted in despair. “Well, didn’t you always want to find out what your teacher does in his spare time? Hide behind these barrels. He’ll try to derail us. And prepare to jump when I tell you so.” The train was accelerating like a speeding bullet. In a few minutes we would come off the track and crash on the steep mountains. The plane was flying over us on both sides of the train making it difficult for Indy to shoot the pilot. “Get out of there kid, I think I can reach him.” The pilot shot back at us and broke the window right over my head. “Now” I said and Indy shot back at him. The plane fell 100 ft. in front of us in fire. “Am I supposed to say thanks now?” I said. “No time for chit-chat, we’ve got to jump.” “Jump? Wheeere?” I said and felt Indy’s hands pushing me out of the wagon. We rolled down the hills only seconds before our wagon crashed on the plane and caused a huge, fiery explosion. I rolled a dozen times swallowing dust and mud, coughing and hitting my head on the ground. We fell down unconscious. When we woke up we were in some sort of prison.
(to be continued…)
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