Sers and El Kef

We drove to the hometown of Maurizios employee in Tunisia, Sers. Sieds cousin were getting married and threw a party. You know the one where the father of the girl getting married has to take the poor fiancée to a room with him and ask how much money he earns and tell him to treat his daughter good and after all that they enter the big room where the anxious big family is waiting and then, depending on the fathers decision, they party hell a lot with like sweet sugary candies and very decorative cookies (they are not allowed to drink alcohol). So I sat in the middle of all that: Big plates of eyecandy cookies (they tasted like crap but looked good. Like cupcakes), happy fat ladies with orange, white and pastel green colored dresses with crazy much beadings on and tons of plastic flowers in yellow and green with bon bons hidden in the leaves. The men chilled in another room and the ladies job were to all shake hands with the engaged couple and give them blessings and sewing kits.

We ate lunch with Sieds family, so I went to the super tiny kitchen where mama, blind grandmama and a couple of kids were playing around. La Mama showed me how to pour tons of harissadown the couscous bowl and they explained to blind, very old grandma in Arabic that they had guests from out of town. I drank their traditional myntha-te under complete silence from their side, waiting for a report. “It’s pretty much like drinking toothpaste” I said, laughing. I will always remember the old grannys happyness when they translated my words for her. It’s true tough, someone probably invented that shit to get better breath since they are eating so much spicy food.

After lunchtime, Sieds cousins, the 14-year old girl and her older, 17-year old brother showed us around at their farm and at their old school. That is pretty much what is to be seen in Sers. There were a lot of teenagers practicing football at a gravel field by the school, whom I joined spontaneously. They had never ever in their lives seen a hot blond girl playing football. In fact, almost no girls play football in Tunisia. At least not in Sers.

Maurizio decided that we should take our car and go to El Kef closeby (takes half and hour by car). The kids had been there like twice in their lifetime since the family hasn’t got a car. We went there for a tour around their big old fort, Kasbah. I loved the excitement in the girl cousins face when we were heading off there. They sat in the backseat with that happy “I’m-leaving-my-boring-hometown” -feeling and sang along to what was on the radio, “I know you want me”. Fun roadtrip, fun memory, fun to totally make someone else’s day.

Dress, Vero Moda, chunky necklace, H&M like 5 years ago.


About ceciliarosell

Swedish Montrealer with a special love for vintage, travelling, guys with beard, food and rock n' roll.
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