Walking the dogs

Just so you do not want to do something out of order, a reservation: female - is the Arab bazaar. In each city, the respected Arabic has an office. In females, sorry, I know from my childhood. Because he spent his childhood in Algeria. Now Algeria is no exception to that of a CPA, and the protection of the gunners. But thirty years ago, when there is no opposition to the spirit of French colonial rulers, hated and sing around the coast of semi-wild skewers, and grill with drunken Soviet specialists "Katyusha", then it was a different matter. But once. When did the female parent. Until now, all those dreams smells and sounds: Henna, couscous, spices, somehow the spirit of a cross between orange and copper. Of course - roasted peanuts. Sewage, the smell of wet dog. The Arabs and the smell of couscous and gutters. Later, with his son, with his wife and friends, I left, recalls his childhood, women in Tunisia, Egypt and other Arab countries. "According to my wife and dogs" - that sounds, looks, juicy.