Doc Satan: Algiers is Special Teams

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of Algerian move in colonialism history (for records) and an adaptation of the seminal Gillo Pontecorvo film.

The Battle for Algiers fanfiction, a very important film.

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Frantz Fanon) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/criticism).

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I found myself a special doc. I moved to Algiers as a Catholic man of Muslim/Hindu backgrounds to become a street-artist, during the Revolution (FLN). My name's Amlan Satan, and I'd been a fan of sports and journals and found myself magnetized to the Algerian cause for anticolonialism against a sitting French force in the 20th-Century and honed my skills at target-shooting for the good fiction line of Earthling faces of action/adventure.

I met the revolution-leader Ben who sort of became my mentor and was pleased to see I wrung out the liberal part of my soul and donned a more pragmatist view for inventive guerrilla-warfare, serving as a street-rally man for choreography of weapons motions and info-infiltrations and recruitment of disguised citizenry ready to mark out varied French force patrols for inspired street-media fiction for the Ego (damn).

BEN: You've the aura of a solid Western Dickensian spirit, Mr. Amlan Satan.

ME: Thanx, Ben.

BEN: What we do, we do for necessity; and it harnesses an inborn spirit of IQ!

ME: Recruitment of prayer-veiled women for anticolonialism violence, Ben.

BEN: You shall be a boxer-man of my street-wit of doubt-cinema, Amlan Satan.

ME: Thanx, Ben (good arts).

I recruited Asya who was my life-love; and she was an expert demolitions equipment messenger and some-time mover; and I promised her Ben would set us both up in Brussels (Belgium, Europe) post deed of interventions of Hell (wow). Asya was bloody-murdered, by a French hand...and I'd promised myself to adapt her story, singular, into a great Earthling novel of bound-Romanticism (for human faces of the record).

In mourning (or meditation!), I made toast of my new 'consciousness' for pronunciations in 'FLN-dowry' with a world-exchanges 'reflection soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and recounted the wisdom of Ben and the love of Asya and knew that future-world networked images of hospitality would be more sports and less changelings (for the Ego!).

I've no dark doubt in my defined declarations when I profess my human networks faith that this entire 'event' for Earthling mobilizations in street-transit for intersections in religion/economics liberties for clans and groups and societies and entire nations will be somehow (magically!) imprinted onto the frame(s) of manmade-bureaucracy arts for the heavens. What I learned mostly is that Earth-citizenry lines of action/adventure spell-out the deeds of our race (for good fiction!).