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He is in his nineties. His whole life, he has kept the same tool, a long stick. ” Mushi says the stick has many uses: farming, hammering, ﬁxing, securing, and walking. His father and mother shake our hands and welcome us. They speak no English, but the meaning is clear. Albert’s mother speaks to me, gesturing with her hand to follow her into the house. It is noon, but dark inside, and I stand in the front room, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Behind the front room are two other rooms with sleeping mats and blankets.
Albert’s mother speaks to me, gesturing with her hand to follow her into the house. It is noon, but dark inside, and I stand in the front room, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Behind the front room are two other rooms with sleeping mats and blankets. Pots and a few dishes are on a shelf in the front room. There are two stools and a mat on the ﬂoor. The house is mud brick with an aluminum roof. Back outside, she sits in the shade of the roof where it overhangs to form a porch. I see that the kitchen must be the ﬁre pit and simple grill with a pot in the front yard.
The bar looked like a set out of Casablanca, with tarzan a n d t u ta n k h a m e n | 17 ceiling fans, huge hand-woven carpets on the wood ﬂoors, waiters with white shirts and red fezzes. Along with beer or cocktails, the waiters brought bowls of boiled and salted beans. In the evenings, across the street in front of a tiny café, men sat on folding chairs smoking hookahs and drinking Arabic espressos, strong coffee with cardamom. I am not a smoker, but I tried a hookah, to the amusement of the regulars.