Around the sides there were many markings and an old style writing that Hannibal knew he had seen before somewhere.
The explorer in him took over. Out of his pocket he took out his key picking implements.
He chose a long silver one, with three barbed ends at the top.
"This should do the trick,"" he said out loud. He had grown used to talking to himself now. Partly because he liked it and also because nobody one normally listen to him anyway! He spent a lot of time on his own. He liked it that way. .
There was a soft click as the lock popped open. Hannibal removed it and cautiously opened the external layer.
"Oh my God,"" he cried plaintively. Inside was the biggest collection of jewels and coins he had ever seen. Diamonds, jewels, sapphires, Spanish Diablo's, rubies. There were so many of them. His eyes were then drawn to a small black leather pouch in the back of the box. He took it out, grasped the gold clasp and pulled it free from its housing. A small red book with silver corners fell out.
He opened the book and began to .
examine its many pages. He noticed.
that they were very thin and .
resembled the material that papyrus .
was made from. He looked closer and .
found that he was correct. He remembered studying it while on a covert ops mission in an archaeological dig in Egypt. But what was this parchment doing out here in the Great Sandy Desert, so far from Egypt, he thought. He continued to turn the pages, taking care not to damage their delicate .
and brittle structure. The pages were filled with very old and faded pictures, pictures of different people from a family. There was one large picture of a gathering of 50 - 60 people and then smaller individual pictures. He opened the middle page and gasped as he saw the photo. It was of a decapitated man. The picture was more detailed than the rest and seemed to have stood the test of time better too. Hannibal flicked on to the other pages, but came back to the middle again.
A Glance into the Family Photo Album My mother was an obsessively organised person. ... In the immaculately dusted and polished antique cabinet in our back room, lay fifty numbered and categorised photo albums. ... Album number fifty is a scarlet book with gold writing on the cover bearing the title "This is your life so far- It actually refers to our entire family and last week I felt like looking at it. ...
Someone fetches Nanas treasured album from its place of honor in the living room, and we chuckle over yellowed photos of relatives in old-fashioned clothes and pictures of ourselves when we toddled about in nappies. ... The Head Man leads me into the cool hall of the longhouse where the children emerge shyly form rooms and cluster about me. I reach into my backpack and pull out ribbons that I will tie in the girls hair. ... I glance around the room: everything looks so different from Nanas cottage and yet the warmth and joy of family connection feels the same. I sign with contentment and give ...
As I flip through my photo album, memories engulf my heart and mind. ... I peered into the first grade classroom. Thirty-six eager eyes glanced towards me. ... I gazed into the bright brown eyes of my classmate. ... She instantly became a member of my family, and I, hers. ...
On both of his albums he screams profanity aimed at his mother and his now ex-wife and how he'd kill them both in gory detail. There is an explicit warning label on the album, but a fourteen year old is still allowed to purchase these types of albums without so much as a second glance. ... It is almost as if the lyrics and the music videos work together to put an even worse image into young minds. ... Songs with the more sexually explicit lyrics and meaning are the ones that often make it into the top of the charts. ... It's amazing how much one person, and a few words could change...
Thus, I decided to start reading a book on meditation to make me forget this homesickness, and by seeking this book in the library I discovered entirely by chance an old dusty photo album. ... Zermatt is the resort that my family and I adore so much. ... "My brother" and I started getting bored when we saw at the opposite of us a little boy with his family watching us. ... " He opened the door of the kitchen, leaving a whiff of cinnamon into the room. ... "Here," he said with a little mysterious glance, "take care of it and give me this box as soon as you do not n...
He also realizes that he is a product of his environment and that will never changed until he is put into a body bag. ... The next four bars give a little insight into the family situation in Memphis" home. ... Unlike his dad he provides for his family albeit by selling drugs he is in his own words making "survival plans." ... The next four bars state "Only time I see him when I glance at pictures. ... The end of this verse does not go into the chorus, instead just the words "In my life" is echoed twice in silence leading into the final verse. ...
