Indigene of the stah (the roof in arabic).

The Summer. My childhood. Tunisia. La Chebba. The stah of my father house. Alone. With all my brother and sisters, my cousins. A view on my father’s garden. The Dead sea. The wind. Here is a place where you can take a deep breath . Here is the only place where you can escape the interferences. The noise of the...

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Heyo Brooklyn…I think I Love you…

Yeah. I have to admit I am a lover (maybe cause I am a dreamer). And what I love the most is being seduced. Nonetheless, for seduction to operate on me, there are some essentials: To have a strong personality, a story to tell, and a special energy. Brooklyn’s got it all dude! And Yes! If I had to choose a place...

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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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