Just when I thought my French was getting better...
Last night I was listening to a shopkeeper across from my hotel tell me about the traditions of the Muslims in the area. He was talking in French and I was pretty proud of myself that I was understanding most of what he was saying.
Then he told me that he was circumcised on his wedding night.
At least that's what I thought he said. Either my French is failing me again or there are some rituals around here that seem both counter-intuitive and counter-productive.
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Marcello: good to hear a stranger is prepared to share wedding night secrets with you -- you must have awesome emphatic powers. I would never talk about my wedding night (not just with you, with anybody!).
But if he did say: "je me suis fait circoncise pendant ma nuit de noces", you may have misunderstood -- perhaps he was referring to the "cirque" he was offered to attend as part of his party. I witnessed a wedding in Fez on my only visit to Marocco and I remember there were more domestic animals in attendance than people. Or perhaps he had just too much to drink that night.
We enjoy your blog -- we are Marc and Susanne, the older Belgian-Swedish Monday oyster freaks from Big Fish. We miss you in Calgary. We just came back from Bali and Australia and will be in Switzerland next week followed by Berlin -- well, there is your theme about "walls". Enjoy the experiences. And Greene's writings are certainly not as brilliant as yours.
I don't think he was saying 'cirque'. He actually mimed a circumcision with his hands.
Great to hear from you. You might see me on Mondays in June, but on your side of the bar from now on.
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