'Ayn.
The Arabic letter that sounds like someone being strangled, and the sound Marlena made each time she smelled my left hand after I used a squat toilet.
Our next day was a rare warm one, full of sunshine. We escaped the confined medina for a breath of fresh air and climbed a neighbouring hill for a view of Fes.
Sheep brain and heads. A rare moment when I miss cabbage.
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After strange foods...
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