Today,
as with any other day, having paused in the afternoon bustle of Piassa to
browse the book titles laid out for purchase, two young men passing by –
faranj nech.
ay, habesha
nech.
they
argue with one another, peering back over their shoulders at me as they walk on.
If not used to it, at least no longer surprised, I just shake my head and laugh
to myself in reply.
