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For the last three days, Sami was moping inside his lamp. After Martha had left, it dawned to him that he might have made a big mistake. Martha wanted to go out with him and he rejected her. What if she completely turned away from him now? Sami’s mood wasn’t the best when someone was rubbing his lamp. He rushed out of his lamp, ready to have some fun with the lamentable mortal who had summoned him, when he realized that it was Martha who had rubbed his lamp. Instantly he regained his countenance. “Hello Martha, what brings you here?”

“Have you already forgotten? I promised to come back to you. And here I am.” Martha replied.

“Alright, what shall we do now?” Sami asked.

“I have the afternoon off. So I thought, we could go to town. Unless you are not interested in going out with me.” Martha teased him.

“Going to town is fine!” Sami replied. “I guess I should change my appearance.”
Martha nodded. With a blink of his eyes, Sami’s blue skin took a normal, oriental complexion. Another blink and he wore casual clothes. “Shall we go now?” he asked. Martha agreed and Sami linked his arm with hers. Both left the hotel for the city centre.

About 45 Minutes later, Martha and Sami where strolling around town. Sami followed Martha rather grumpily. They hadn’t decided where to go yet, when Sami’s saw a poster from a local museum: “The French Revolution and Switzerland.” he read. “A lot has changed since then.” he added.

“Did you witness the French Revolution?” Martha asked.

“I would say so. It was the last big event I witnessed before I was locked in my lamp for nearly 190 years."

“Do you want to see it?” Martha asked.

“Sure. Let’s go.” Suddenly, Sami was very enthusiastic to see the exhibition.

Some time later, Martha and Sami were visiting the exhibition. They already saw many items from that period and often, Sami could give a more detailed explanation than the little signs did. Suddenly, both stood in front of the painting of a noblewoman, who was wearing a light-green dress. Most stunning was her likeliness to Martha. Sami realized Martha’s astonishment. “That’s the Marquise de Douenville. I lived in her household for several years after 1789. Well, I was rather forced by a wish to live in her household. It was an interesting time, but also a very sad one for me.”

“Would you like to tell me about it?” Martha asked.

“I you wish for me to, I will!” Sami said. Both sat down on a bench in front of the painting. “The year was 1788, when I was summoned to the chateaux of Douenville in France. But my master or mistress wasn’t the nobleman or the noblewoman, who owned this place. It was the coachman Mathieu. When I introduced myself and explained the rules, he wished that I would become his manservant for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, he was very clever to word his wish in such a way that I couldn’t make him old or twist his wish any other way. At least he summoned me very often from the lamp, but he insisted that I disguise myself as a human. During the many times Mathieu summoned me, he kept me away from the mistress or the other servants. I guess he was afraid that she would take me away from him.
The harvest of 1788 was extremely bad and during the winter, many people suffered from famine. Also the servants of our household often went hungry. The mistress, of course, had enough to eat. Then, one day in spring 1789, our mistress declared that she was moving to Paris for some months. She was elected to the Estates-General to hold council with the king on how to save the country. She would take Mathieu, Claude, the cook, his aide Madelaine and her two chambermaids Marianne and Julie with her. And so we moved to Paris.

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For the last three days, Sami was moping inside his lamp. After Martha had left, it dawned to him that he might have made a big mistake. Martha wanted to go out with him and he rejected her. What if she completely turned away from him now? Sami’s mood wasn’t the best when someone was rubbing his lamp. He rushed out of his lamp, ready to have some fun with the lamentable mortal who had summoned him, when he realized that it was Martha who had rubbed his lamp. Instantly he regained his countenance. “Hello Martha, what brings you here?”

“Have you already forgotten? I promised to come back to you. And here I am.” Martha replied.

“Alright, what shall we do now?” Sami asked.

“I have the afternoon off. So I thought, we could go to town. Unless you are not interested in going out with me.” Martha teased him.

“Going to town is fine!” Sami replied. “I guess I should change my appearance.”
Martha nodded. With a blink of his eyes, Sami’s blue skin took a normal, oriental complexion. Another blink and he wore casual clothes. “Shall we go now?” he asked. Martha agreed and Sami linked his arm with hers. Both left the hotel for the city centre.

About 45 Minutes later, Martha and Sami where strolling around town. Sami followed Martha rather grumpily. They hadn’t decided where to go yet, when Sami’s saw a poster from a local museum: “The French Revolution and Switzerland.” he read. “A lot has changed since then.” he added.

“Did you witness the French Revolution?” Martha asked.

“I would say so. It was the last big event I witnessed before I was locked in my lamp for nearly 190 years."

“Do you want to see it?” Martha asked.

“Sure. Let’s go.” Suddenly, Sami was very enthusiastic to see the exhibition.

Some time later, Martha and Sami were visiting the exhibition. They already saw many items from that period and often, Sami could give a more detailed explanation than the little signs did. Suddenly, both stood in front of the painting of a noblewoman, who was wearing a light-green dress. Most stunning was her likeliness to Martha. Sami realized Martha’s astonishment. “That’s the Marquise de Douenville. I lived in her household for several years after 1789. Well, I was rather forced by a wish to live in her household. It was an interesting time, but also a very sad one for me.”

“Would you like to tell me about it?” Martha asked.

“I you wish for me to, I will!” Sami said. Both sat down on a bench in front of the painting. “The year was 1788, when I was summoned to the chateaux of Douenville in France. But my master or mistress wasn’t the nobleman or the noblewoman, who owned this place. It was the coachman Mathieu. When I introduced myself and explained the rules, he wished that I would become his manservant for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, he was very clever to word his wish in such a way that I couldn’t make him old or twist his wish any other way. At least he summoned me very often from the lamp, but he insisted that I disguise myself as a human. During the many times Mathieu summoned me, he kept me away from the mistress or the other servants. I guess he was afraid that she would take me away from him.
The harvest of 1788 was extremely bad and during the winter, many people suffered from famine. Also the servants of our household often went hungry. The mistress, of course, had enough to eat. Then, one day in spring 1789, our mistress declared that she was moving to Paris for some months. She was elected to the Estates-General to hold council with the king on how to save the country. She would take Mathieu, Claude, the cook, his aide Madelaine and her two chambermaids Marianne and Julie with her. And so we moved to Paris.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]

Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]

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