ALGIERS
Where the lemon-drop honey
drips from palms. Where the
old-style carbines and the
machine guns with French
Foreign Legion names still
resound, and the camels are
yet used for old Egyptian
barter. Men have bet their
imagined pyramids on these
Boumedienne dreams. I sit,
waiting for a haircut, at
15 years old.
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