We’re starting the day with driving across town to pick up Sied, Maurizios employee.
This is the Tunisian copy of Starbucks that we drove by every day.
Sied starts his day by dropping his cellphone in a waterpool.
After a meeting with Tunisia Telecom, I’ll watch my man climb up a tower with Sied.
In the afternoon we might head off to the local foodmarket for some fresh meat. It’s quite morbid, as you can see. I have a photo of the backside of that cowhead but I think that is too morbid to show you.
I make my famous fried chicken for dinner.
Our neighbors rings the doorbell and hands over a traditional Tunisian desert (chocolate pudding with caramels and nuts on top). It was almost a little bit of an competition. The best homewife competition. I had to make them something typical Swedish or American every time she handed over a big bowl of couscous.