-My neighbor's 5am banging on the door to be let in (he does it every night).
-2am drunk guy (?) trying to open my roof door.
-Little boys (who I actually adore) found a dead bird (neck broken) and asked if us Chinese people like to eat dead birds. Then, they started singing that Chinese people eat dirty things.
-Local high school teacher told me he was surprised a lot of high school girls and boys drink, have sex, and smoke (things society condones and brushes under the table) in B-town. B-town's not a big city (like Casa or Rabat) where most kids do experiment. Although, he said it's okay for boys to do those things, it is unforgivable for the girls. The girls in the head scarves who participate in class also may be the ones "hanging out" like the boys.
-I enjoyed learning "bad words" from a six-year old, ten-year old, and nineteen-year old. Then I realized those kids probably shouldn't know the things they were teaching me.
-Multiple men and boys who followed me, whispering indecent words, until I yelled at them.
-Having to yell at people to leave me alone.
-The little boy who sat on my doorstep, told me this was his house, and refused to leave. I grabbed his arm and asked where his mom was. Once the kid started crying, my neighbor actually intervened and said the kid doesn't know any better. So many kids lie then cry to get their way.
-Group of men who decided to hold a meeting on my doorstep at 9:15pm.
-Today is day 3 of small town protests.
-Not being in perfect health. Having to walk slower than a snail otherwise I couldn't breathe.
-Almost everyone I talked to in town also is sick.
-Boys on bicycles who like to play chicken with me.
Thank Allah for vino, brownies, chats with friendly PC staff/friends/hanut owners, and taco seasoning.
21 February 2011
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hoping for good news from Rabat - pls let us know soonest! love you!
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