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I wore my oil suit and my black shoes. I stood in front of the mirror near the door. She perfumed and sweetened a butterfly bow tie. I took a manly selfie with the phone camera and sent it to Salwa, the princess of my heart and the princess with refined taste, to enjoy my beauty … I left the house, crossed a dusty road … avoided potholes and recited the prayer of the morning journey to resist the gloom of the scene: “O Lord, save me from the place where I was born.” In it, as I walk, I count the number of members of the herd of goats that graze in a rectangular dung … Gradually and after each step, the color of red earth dominates over the black of my shoes …
I feel my way, I approach a random market, I pass among the merchants who spread their goods and sat down next to him and intertwined their fingers over their heads … An old man in white sitting down, selling the shoes of a dead man, a grumpy man blushing. fish, a sitting boy offering a dirham for installment sale, a tall man standing selling “Jabbah” Kul Waban candy, a couple singing the blessed song of “Al-Alavah” … I am ashamed of my neighbors mi … God damn it, I’m here.
Three minutes passed before I got the first comment from Salwa, my girlfriend is late to answer because I realize she is busy with more important things than me … This drama makes me happy … I am staying in a delicate slope, and pick up three red hearts from Salwa …
Excited, I record a long voice message to influence the feelings of Salwa, my colleague at the Institute of Fine Arts, who is located in the affluent neighborhood of the big city … I speak as if Salwa is looking at me, I speak a language elegant and with a romantic tone to highlight the sensitive letters, and suddenly a big donkey swallowed, and the lazy dogs bark Collectively … I heard the sound of Salva panting … She was shocked by the excessive sound that exploded in staff. He asked me to make a video from the scene, requires audio and video documentation, live audio recording from a barn … My place was exposed due to donkey suspension, my girlfriend is no longer online …
I passed the random market, arrived at the tram station, the place changed and the dusty atmosphere changed, I pulled out a wet handkerchief and wiped my shoes from the red blood impurity, the electric car started and recorded a new long voicemail message in which the name was heard of the tram station, in which I say:
“Tomorrow is my birthday”.
I sent it to Salva and she answered me immediately: “Congratulations, you have achieved civilization”.
I thanked him with a laugh, “God is great for you.”
I arrived at the affluent neighborhood, entered the Institute of Arts, met Salwa, picked up her phone, and deleted the audio recording from her before sharing it with friends … Suddenly my love asked me:
How many toilets do you have at home?
I could not answer, she told me comparing my life to hers to the standard of the toilet.
I was silent … I was in tears because of the toilet insult, then Salva started avoiding me … She did not want to see who was making her bark and bark directly …
What a misfortune … The vocal mistake of the donkey affected Salwa’s heart more than the photos of my beauty … I was born in the wrong place and I was born in the way of those who perfume with liquid amber. for sale in installments …
Damn my mother’s taste, if she had married a rich man, I would not have been born next to goats …
Oh God, light the earthquake in this neighborhood where the sun rises late every morning …
Salva abandoned me … Once I saw him accompanied by a plastic person and jealousy ignited in my heart … Cursed are those who found a replacement and abandoned me.
I say this to make you realize that I am romantic, dreamy and optimistic, I express my sorrow with the cynicism of this world … I speak to open a window of ventilation in my heart … Do not harass me. . Who has not felt my wound, has never been hurt before … The days hurt us, and we say that tomorrow will be more beautiful … Time passes and tomorrow comes, we look and discover that yesterday was more merciful .. Screw my rocky brain, which did not expect this.
Screw the one who found the alternative, so he gave up … He forgot the beauty and scattered me and dried my feelings … I am here and my heart is there under my feet Salwa … My senses are broken. , the geography of my heart is scattered and I get lost among the questions: Where? Are you? Why? How to do? how much? when?
As I cry over Salwa and imagine my tears, my mother gets angry and reminds me of the right questions: When do I leave the phone and pick up the books? Will crying save you?
Cursed is my spatial suffering … I’m like someone drinking from a salt waterfall.
Long stay in one place feeds melancholy … Alternatives are attractive places and function … I took the tram, entered a garden near the sea, walked for a long time, the climate of my life changed, being here makes me happy , a green carpet on a hill and a blue horizon to the point of extinction … I stand in a high line. This makes the country more influential …
Thinking about the place and the event, Salwa claims that I am loyal to the village, a romantic salva, but not a democracy, you can not be a democrat when you despise someone because of the country where he was born.
Without Salva … Abroad, out of time, there is nothing … Screw the one who found the plastic alternative and abandoned my warm heart.
My feelings were mixed with the noise of an excessive donkey … Later, as a precaution, when I want to send an audio recording early, I take care of the sounds that reveal the decor of the place and stay in the bathroom of the house, where the loud noises of drought that flood the country are fewer … When I break into the toilet, my brother knocks on the door violently … When I’m out of the house, I go to the mosque toilet and talk … This is the most luxurious place in our neighborhood and is fortified that in the background of the recording no donkey noise will be heard.

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