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.

Comments

[darkemagick.livejournal.com]

I have just finished reading His Dark Materials and reading your entry now really reminds me of HDM for some reason. 0_o

Your mom's childhood sounds lovely. My mom told me that when she was younger, they lived in this kampong where you could leave the house doors open at night and no one would be in danger because burglars were virtually unheard of then. *sigh*

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

I have just finished reading His Dark Materials and reading your entry now really reminds me of HDM for some reason. 0_o

errr why ? My mum has nothing to do with Lyna's i assure you ^^

*sighs with you*
Other times...

[darkemagick.livejournal.com]

I think because your mother's childhood reminds me of another parallel word, like you know, the Cittagaze (sp?) place.

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes !

I see your point now

Medditerranean countries all have something in common ^^