When I opened my eyes this morning, the three little girls were already sitting cross legged next to me, waiting for me to wake up. We cleared and packed away the mattresses and had breakfast of bread, butter, jam and black coffee. There was some discussion in arabic between Habib and Halima, and my coffee was taken away and replaced with a new one with milk and no sugar. Meanwhile all the cracks in the doors and windows had filled up with eyes again. Habib then left me there until tomorrow while he visits his family in Sidi Kada, the village further on. gulp All day neighbours streamed in to pay visits to speak to Halima, all the while staring at me. At first they looked wary, then, as if bursting to make contact with me,
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