Every day since we arrived people bring us food.
It began with Bachir giving us some whey from his cow.

And then his mom cooked a tagine with chickpeas and green beans.


... and afterwards she handed me two eggs she had kept in the pocket of her apron. The big one is a turkey egg.

Of course, the neighbors bring us home-made bread every day.

If we don't know what to do with all that bread, there 's somebody that's always hungry.

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