I was absent. Forgiveness.
Where am I? We will do this with points:
- I work with a Web-based system that is abominably slow and requires my full attention to making the seizures to complete, finally, the Ministry of Culture. I should Ministry of Transport to begin Sunday, but our contact person for this ministry does not answer the phone and I have to meet to prepare for my arrival (with a new partner. The sweet and kind and other tasty (even with her scarf) will Fatiha replaced by nervous but otherwise competent and diligent Fahima (also padded). This is good news for the blog: Fahima fear hell at every turn and believes in a heavenly justice is unshakable and it paired with an atheist who speaks openly (subtly but openly) activities that go far beyond any conception of what is Haram in this country which publishes the English-speaking community in Montreal as sexually wanton. Features).
- In early March, I had a cold. Nothing too serious, but debilitating disease typically male. Then I went to the Sahara (yes, I know I have to post pictures and tell my adventures sand covered), and two days after my return I was overwhelmed by a terrible gastro that lasted more than one week. I had three days' respite before Pogner bronchitis. This morning I'm (finally) went to see a doctor. He prescribed the equivalent of half the inventory of a pharmacy. Algerians enjoy their pills (the eternal French influence). In short, unable to get back to sport. My wedding pictures I see a tad more obese than my usual me Adonis. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
- Marriage: the tourist visa application has been filed for Samia. Awaiting response within three weeks. She will leave for Canada (inch'Allah) one week before me to find her dress and Muslim men planning the ceremony. We will then secular celebration in the living room of my mother with an officiant (concept purely Quebec). The list of things to do:
1. Eat poutine.
2. Eat a pizza Coronel.
3. Eat a smoked meat.
4. Eat ten pounds of ribs.
5. Eat the best Mexican in Quebec in Labelle (Labelle mouaip.).
6. Show Laurentian lake and my Samia before eating Mexican.
7. Drinking pots of mojitos at the Distillery (note: equal pots Pots. Marinade. Mason Jars. A half-liter. Oh yes).
8. Drink beer NON-BLONDE !!!!!!!!!!!!!
9. Eat KFC.
10. Driver my Rabbit Red (I miss terribly).
11. Go see my friends perverse instrument dealers.
12. Find a way to make such blunt instruments (including mine I'll go back to the warehouse) x-ray of the Algerian customs.
13. Find a hotel and a limousine for the wedding night.
14. Give kisses to my Holy Mother.
15. Playing with my little Frèrot PlayStation3 (whom I'll probably sleep. I told him one day when things will be more concrete).
16. Eating McDonalds with extra bacon (nah, it's the # 1. Drink After landing three minutes).
17. Eating beef less than perfectly textured boots.
18. Kiss the woman I love in public.
19. See the woman I love smoking in public.
20. Live my life as I want to do so without fear that an Algerian paranoid does not judge me.
(I can not wait. I hope that the visa will: $).
I should note that I love my Algerian experience. A Quebecer is not meant to live here, so the complaints are increasing, but I would not trade my time to stand my "misfortune" and enjoy my pleasures (mostly climate, but humans too) basically anything in Algerian cons world (knowing that it is ephemeral, and therefore more bearable). I'm in heaven (and, since I do not believe in this heavenly ubique panacea here, I'd better feed me those pleasures long it will last).
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