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... la, la. Ma-tekul-sh rass-k!" (No, no, no. You won't eat your head!)
-----Semia thought all this was pretty funny.
-----Every night, in Sminja, I announced how many days remained until Semia's wedding. This thirty-year-old "sister" of mine would be getting married on March 27th. The wedding festivities began before then.
-----Ten days before the wedding, Semia's older sister arrived. Hanen. She wore pink outfits and head-scarves around her ...
... and she gets revenge by chopping off the cat's tail.
Ha ha ha. Good job, Oommy Sissy!
"There's the cutest puppy in the world here - I think a donkey could carry it with no harm to the donkey, and only some minimal motion sickness to the puppy." I wrote this e-mail to a friend to convince her she should come travel in Tunisia with me.
This bronze-colored ...
So Tunisia has the distinction of being the world's youngest democracy, to date.
I wish I could have visited Tunisia before the change, in order to be able to tell how much of what I experienced during my visit was due to the new order and how much had always been thus. My guess would be that both the pros and cons of my pedestrian experiences are the same as they would have been under any political system.
I'll go ahead and get the cons out of ...
... creates so many questions or variables that you go round in circles and can’t begin to find a solution. As I watched the containers being loaded back in Europe I became more and more awestruck by the variables I could see and I suspect I would have been even more in awe of those I couldn’t. I challenged myself to narrow the problem down to the basics that may allow me to better appreciate how ...
... dinar, five dinar, five five five dinar!" The sales pitch draws quite a crowd. I walk up a street and hear somebody calling. I turn around and find it's a middle-aged man I met the first time I was in the Medina. "Hey Canadian! How are you? Liking Tunis?" he calls with a big grin. We shake hands. "Have a good day!" he calls as I leave. I wander up rue de la Kasbah and stop to take a photo. "mademoiselle!" a man calls. I turn around. "excuse me, do you speak English?" Inwardly, I roll ...