MaMademoiselle Hecy… this miss indigene of Tunis…

It’s almost noon in Tunis, capital of Tunisia. 34 degrees celsius in la Marsa area, the northern surbub of Tunis. I’ve been running from one place to the other, since hours. I’m litterally stucked in the trafic, and this seriously oppress me. I need a break. No, I do not plan to announce a Kit Kat break. And besides, this morning, I...

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