Friday, June 20, 2008
You are not in Kansas anymore!
Basically he told me, 'Here are your papusen!' I said 'Thanks' and put them on, then he said 'You I tired, You I no cooking, I going, I get cevapi, you like beer?' So I said 'yes' to the beer, and hoped cevapi would be o.k..
'I going, pet minut,'
While he was gone, the azan was called from the nearest mosque, and I stood at the window and listened. It was very bluesy sounding.
I looked at my feet, at the red house-slippers and said to my self, 'Well Dorothy, you aren't in Kansas anymore!'
I left them back in the States, knowing that a new pair of house slippers would come my way, like it or not, they did, they are red too.