I confess that I do not blog as much. The gods know that I stories. But even if I defeat the Algerian idiots who decided that one is born a Muslim in this country and that foreigners should comply with the local interpretation of Mr. In The Sky Who Decides If It Is Gentiles (and I refuse CATEGORICALLY sink to the level of medieval land-plate of the Ministry of Religious Affairs), I do not have much taste to write about my troubles.
... but then I just saw a cockroach in my closet.
I went to get my key question of letting out Samia (no, she was not caged. It is the key to open the door from above. Keys chains are on a different outfit) and I saw my papers moving. I raised with the keys and a BIG HOSTS Bibitte looked at me and ran down the cabinet and hid behind him.
:
I HAVE COCKROACHES IN MY HOUSE !!!!!!!!! CÂÂÂÂÂLISSE
(good .... A cockroach. At least).
As at the time of the episode of the lizard, I could not sleep, curled in a corner of my apartment. This time however, I will find a way to stay at least one meter above the ground.
Samia's laughing at my face telling me that I see many others, because larger insects emerge in summer in Algeria. I am happy to know that she will live here, so if I have to be eaten by mutants with six legs, it will move forward. Oh yes.
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