I return from the Department of Transportation after my first day.
After living the wonderful experience at the Ministry of Culture and the appropriate trade, I began to see that each department is an entity with its hermetic mood is good in him. I hope I am wrong, but the transport resembles everyday life in East Germany under the Stasi.
Well, my arrival was poorly coordinated so it is normal to be taken unawares. However, I went to five different offices (look at the person who can find me a work space) and each one was as if I was not there (not true, an old gentleman who greeted me was was very nice, but he had a job so I kept quiet). I was like a child taken to the office because there is a strike in daycare and no one knew quite what to do with me. At 13 h
00, I saw that my contact persons were lunch and they would not return soon, so I cleared out (I have yet to finalize details in my other two departments).
Not at all interesting stuff. Hm.
Meanwhile my reference and the most important person in my project, I talked with his two secretaries (one-li-ci-euse small and an old Arab grébiche boursouflues the jowls with an air of sexual répressée on verge of collapse). Both wore the headscarf (nothing unusual). During the conversation, I mentioned my fiancé, who just M'Sila (wilaya # 28. Where you eat spicy it looks. M'entéka). They thought she was in Canada, I clarified by saying that no, I have met in Algiers.
Lacelle that looks like a squirrel trying to chew a coconut told me I would consider converting to Islam! Youppi!
:
... no, I replied.
short, it is clear that Sami is going to turn into a bearded pious and the planet will be converted one day. Samia wear the veil, as it should, and father to Samia is a "fake Muslim" because he gave the hand of his daughter to an infidel. I replied (to my way though to me, all innocent Canadian and nice and not at all bad) that the good Muslim, do they not allowed to wear makeup, except for their husbands? (Both were as buttery tarts). I also cited Q'ran, stating that the prophet said that we must respect the follower of Jesus and Moses and others. The Pas Gentille looked at me incredulously and said, "you believe it you?" (NO I do not believe it!! - I wanted him yell - it's in YOUR Holy Book fucking thick !!!!!!!!!!).
a chance ... I did not mention that Sam works for a company that imports, distributes beverages and brews that are probably-not-too-certain-but-entirely-made-in-the-clear-illiterate prohibited at any time for everyone except those who know how to read that Holy Book (well, according to Sura chosen alcohol is either a) beneficial but not be consumed before the prayer, b) good / bad-but-more-bad-as-good oubedon c) something sent to Earth by Satan, but not definitely Haram because, well, Aissa was a Great Prophet and his blood was 100% vino).
I realized that I must be more discreet about my marriage. Apostasy is the worst sin in my hosts and a woman marry a Muslim must absolutely here. I feel that if people learn that a zealous Canadian has married an Algerian woman without converting, I could be expelled from the country (even if the marriage takes place in Canada).
I also lost the most important ally in my work: the secretary of the referring person I sudoie usually fairly easily (both in culture are my favorite: D). Arg.
NB: Algeria was once a major exporter of wine and you can buy alcohol without difficulty. The Pas Gentille is an exception among Algerians, but an exception potentially dangerous if she knows influential people. That is why we must remain relatively quiet. The Algerians are generally extremely friendly and allow me to live my life and respect that I'm not one of them, something quite amazing when you think they are ALL legally Muslims and there is not much foreigners in the area.
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