Chapter Seventeen
Transformed Into A Horse Woman
On the third day after a late breakfast served by staring, silent waiters and waitresses, we were once more dressed in our Travelling Costumes, then loaded into the large, anonymous van and fastened as usual. An hour later, the entire trailer was driven directly into the belly of a huge cargo aircraft and we departed. The flight lasted an eon, until we finally landed again, somewhere back on the Arabian Peninsula. It wasn’t long until our mobile prison had been extracted from the aircraft, then hooked to a tractor of some sort and the next phase of our journey commenced with a jerk. Within the windowless dim box we swayed jerkily against our straps and chains while the truck moved slowly along what felt like meandering side roads, deep int
