Seems that being a "Tunisian expatriate" might help when you need some services, especially administrations.
I went early this morning to a post office to get some online tickets I bought ( that's another whole story!) and dropped a "bonjour" to the yet sleepy clerck at the desk.
I explained to her how can she be "useful" with just some mixed french and tunisian dialect (no english I swear). She suddenly woke up and decided to practice her poor french.
With a large smile on her face, she explained to me that I still have to wait. She was so "compassionate" about the trouble I'm having, just to get those damn tickets and she reminded me that unfortunately, in Tunisia, we still have no repsect for time or dates ( i.e : COME BACK TOMORROW!) She'd even apologized!( while I wondered: is she expecting me to give her some $$$ or a visa or what ?!)

Anyway, I've to admit that I pushed it a bit playing the " lost tourist" but who cares :D I already "had the look & the accent". It's easy for me to "mimic" the Expat."style" (twisted pronounciation, awful arabic, attitude...) I've been mingling with some expats cousins and friends for years. Then why should I "deprive" myself? This summer, am gonna fool around as an Expat & that'll be my joker card :D




Le weekend dernier, (38°c), on est parti vers midi à Hammamet (nord) pour se baigner en mer...pause obligée à la station de Grombalia pour se rafraichir.
Je portais une robe courte bretelle au dessus de mon maillot de bain ( je précise : un 2 pièces boxer+ top). Je traversais le parking pour revenir à la voiture quand deux cons derrière moi lançaient:
- t'as vu ça ?! elles n'ont plus honte ces filles !
- oui, il ne leur manque plus que de nous montrer leurs culottes!
- bah c'est déjà fait! tu vois pas là !
Abasourdie, je me suis retournée pour les fusiller. Et là, je découvre deux vieux idiots, bourgeois à la 50n ou plus, tous deux en tenue de plage: torses nus et shorts moulants très courts qui dessinaient bien leurs zizis de frustrés. J'étais tellement "choquée" que je leur ai craché un : "inchallah labess" tout court et suis partie...je ne sais toujours pas pourquoi j'ai "avalé" ma langue de vipère...ça valait pas la peine?...




NB: kima kal kattous ezebla , 7atta kattous fil 7ouma la3taref bel 3amla et pas de test ADN pour déterminer le ou les pères :D More pics here !