Friday, May 18, 2007

Fences and neighbors

I mentioned the tree in the front yard... the doorbell rang a moment ago and I grabbed my keys and unlocked the front gate to find the soccer-playing neighborhood boys gathered at my door once again. One pointed to the tree and mumbled something about mzeh, the darija name for my odd fruit. I nodded and for five minutes the troop picked loquats and stuffed their t-shirts before departing with shy mercis. Y'know, I think I like this neighborhood...

Edit: Two minutes' peace and they're back with a few more friends. Fourteen boys swarming the front yard and asking me what mzeh are in French (nefle). Crazy kids.

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