-A senhora aceita um suco?
-Nao, obrigada! – Sorri.
-Aceite, por favor, eh
aniversario de Mohamed.
Mesmo sem saber de quem se
tratava, aceitei. Suco amarelo, com pedacos de maca e acucar, bastante acucar!
Tambores ecoavam pelas ruas do centro historico, seguidas de uma procissao. Onde
atras de um caminhao, mulheres e homens seguiam com bandejas de frutas e
comidas.
-Baby, por que sera essa procissao?
-Deve ser pelo aniversario de
Mohamed, as pessoas saem as ruas, levam alguns presentes…
-Imagino que Mohamedeh um
politico bem influente e querido na regiao
-Nao Baby, Mohamed tem quase a
mesma idade de Cristo. Ja nao esta mais vivo ha seculos.
-Would you like a juice?
-No, Thank you! - I smiled.
-Take it, Please, is Muhammad`s birthday.
Even without knowing who it was, I accepted. Yellow juice with pieces of litter and sugar, too much sugar! Drums echoed off the historic downtown streets, followed by a procession. Where behind a truck, women and men followed with fruit and food trays.
-Baby, what is the procession?
-Must be Muhammad`sbirthday. People go to the streets, take some gifts ...
-I gues Mohamedeh is a very influential and beloved politician in the region
-No Baby Mohamed has almost the same age as Christ...
-Would you like a juice?
-No, Thank you! - I smiled.
-Take it, Please, is Muhammad`s birthday.
Even without knowing who it was, I accepted. Yellow juice with pieces of litter and sugar, too much sugar! Drums echoed off the historic downtown streets, followed by a procession. Where behind a truck, women and men followed with fruit and food trays.
-Baby, what is the procession?
-Must be Muhammad`sbirthday. People go to the streets, take some gifts ...
-I gues Mohamedeh is a very influential and beloved politician in the region
-No Baby Mohamed has almost the same age as Christ...
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