A woman came into the living room looking sideways she brought ice cold beer and snacks, Alexandria, this was a modern Egyptian his waif’s face not covered by a veil, the skin of her face was poke marked. I heard voices in the kitchen it was of his daughters but I never saw them, and that was ok, I do not know how to talk to children. When we left the house they all had disappeared into grey shadows, my Egyptian friend shouted orders to no one in particular. Nightclub and belly dancing, my friend disappeared with one of them, I had been the stooge, but all bills had been paid, so ok. Walked back to my ship alone, packs of docks along the docks didn’t bother me; I had met a culture I didn’t understand my Egyptian friend said that he didn’t had any children since he didn’t have sons.
