Kharmoun
Time has passed by, and we move forward to ancient Egypt and to our next hero, Kharmoun.
Kharmoun was born in Cairo, as were 90% of the population of Egypt, he was the son of a house builder. Well let’s be honest his father built third rate hovels but managed to make a living none the less. Kharmoun learnt the art of hovel building in his youth as his father’s apprentice, who he worked with for many years. His father would do all the hard work, digging out the foundations, building the walls, on so on, it was Kharmoun's job to build the floors and the roof. His father always encouraged him to work quickly and cheaply, but safely. He would often say to Kharmoun, “Stick a lump of wood under that to hold it up son.”
But one sad day the bit of wood was not strong enough and his father was killed by falling masonry when the roof Kharmoun was building collapsed on top of him.
When Kharmoun got over the shock of seeing his father killed, he resolved to devote his life to the safer construction of roofs. But, as the local police wanted to ask him some awkward questions about his father’s death, Kharmoun decided to devote his life to the safer construction of roofs somewhere else.
“Mum,” he called to his mother, “I'm off down the Nile to seek fame, fortune, and love. If the police come looking for me tell them I went north.”
As he bent down to kiss him mum goodbye he told her, “I'll be back.”
And so it was that Kharmoun left home to seek fame, fortune, and love in a place where the police didn't know him.
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