so, as a bit of background, you need to know that a favorite game around these parts is: guess the foreigners' ethnicity/country of origin. french and spanish are favorites. when that's not right, usually the fall-backs are british, german or italian. american is rarely ever guessed.
so i was walking the other day, and some kids in one of the more
remote villages i go to yelled, "hey, somali!" so i looked around, because someone from Somalia around these parts would be kind of big news. i didn't see anyone, so i kept walking. the kid yelled again, "Hey, somali!" i looked around again, and the kid was looking at me. i said, "hey, moroccan!" and just kept walking because i didn't have the heart to tell him that someone calling me somali was the craziest thing i'd heard that day.
in not unrelated news, i was going out to the most remote village i visit and there were people working on the road. they made fun of me because i'm silly looking and not from around here. i told them their work was going to get washed away the next time it rained. once they heard my arabic (they being mostly un-arabized Amazighen) they apologized and said that i look like a foreigner. then they agreed that, yes, their work would be washed away the next time it rained, but it was a good job because they were almost getting paid the minimum wage. (i don't even get the minimum wage... [unless you include housing and retirement plan]). i told them that i am a foreigner. they were a little surprised but got over it quickly.
so i was walking the other day, and some kids in one of the more
remote villages i go to yelled, "hey, somali!" so i looked around, because someone from Somalia around these parts would be kind of big news. i didn't see anyone, so i kept walking. the kid yelled again, "Hey, somali!" i looked around again, and the kid was looking at me. i said, "hey, moroccan!" and just kept walking because i didn't have the heart to tell him that someone calling me somali was the craziest thing i'd heard that day.in not unrelated news, i was going out to the most remote village i visit and there were people working on the road. they made fun of me because i'm silly looking and not from around here. i told them their work was going to get washed away the next time it rained. once they heard my arabic (they being mostly un-arabized Amazighen) they apologized and said that i look like a foreigner. then they agreed that, yes, their work would be washed away the next time it rained, but it was a good job because they were almost getting paid the minimum wage. (i don't even get the minimum wage... [unless you include housing and retirement plan]). i told them that i am a foreigner. they were a little surprised but got over it quickly.

5 comments:
You look like a Somali because of your weight/height, not skin color.
And the love for striking must be another thing Moroccans learned from the French. I'm sure Dr. Steve would enjoy adding that to his of colonial heritages.
wow, Cory. interesting and diverse statements today.
talk to you this weekend?
Salim: Cory does not look at all like a Somali.
What a weird thing for a Moroccan to call you! At least the kid wasn't throwing rocks right?
Taxi drivers are interesting everywhere sir. Not sure how there could be any in Chicgo without beards.
yikes...
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