Because I can

[salinea]

I love it when my mother tells me of her childhood in Algeria. She lived just near the sea and they always go there to play. They lived in a building and their neighbors where French colons, other Jews, Arabs, Kabyles... every kind of people. They had to heat water to bath themselves and there were a common room where my grand mother used to wash clothes.
My grandfather didn't want her to have dolls so she played with pictures of girls cut from magazine and only at school. She went to a Maïmonide school for a long time, where her brother taught and she liked it because when the teacher wasn't there she could do classes.
She told me of the smell of Rhododendron, and the light and how every morning they ran to the beach, and on the evening they drops bucket of water on the balcon, sit down and chat with the neighbors' children.

It sounds like another world. In a way, it is.