Old teapots, crippled teapots, that have lost their legs, their lids, their spouts – never heard that word, it sounds weird-. Old teapots, that were crippled when, let’s say, someone put you on the burner when you were empty (I would never do that kind of thing of course).
Come here, hurry up, he’s here, just here. Look.
It’s very unlikely I would ever see this through my window in Ouled Mgatel – and to think that’s where I left all my old, crippled teapots…