I've
been living in Abidjan for five days, mum. And everything
is well. So stop watching horrible images and scenes shown
on your TV screen or listening nonsense radio programs of
your radio !
Don't
worry! Measures are taken for us to be safe. So, if I didn't
ring you up, it's not on purpose! It's just because you
are not joinable through the telephone. Owing to the fact
that you are not connected to internet, I can't send you
message via internet.
As
I told you, order is kept for our security and so you don't
need to worry. For example, the mornings, a small boat,
across the lagoon, drives us to "palais de la culture"
located in treichville. Be serious ! it's not an isle !
it's the speedier way to arrive safe. After five minutes,
we arrive ! By car, you have to make turns again and again
before arriving. what I dislike.
Why
wonder ? You guess what will happen if the boat breaks.
Stop joking, mum ! Yesterday, the boat captain confirmed
that it was "unbreakable" better not overturnable.
A
real "titanic" ! I just am joking comparing with
it ! what's more, you know that I can swim even though I'm
not fond of swimming !
At
our arrival on the coast, a team of policemen (first of
all I thought that they were soldiers !) welcome us nearly
with joy for the usual check.
Then,
as you can notice, and I was not threatened - if a single
rebel was among us, he would be caught at once. What ? No,
mum, that idea makes me laugh, I'm stubborn with you only.
Also
during the shows, there is no matter to worry about, for
the very reason that all the bags are checked at the rooms
entrance
Just before entering the halls, even though
I'd rather having them checked at the hall's gate. It's
much usual. Well! I make it clear for you.
On
Saturday, I was a little bit late for the exhibition of
Mathias N'dembet. Yes, you know, the gabonese who came at
home to have your delicious couscous for dinner, and who
in the end, told sweet stories to thank us.
Alright!
I was saying that I was late.
And
you know me as one who overestimates things
I run
toward the entrance, present my badge and rush in.
Thence,
a policeman asks me to open my bag. Stop laughing! I remember
you always saying that my handbag looks like a rubbish can.
Given
that there's not much light, I asked the policeman to come
around the checking desk before going through it. With the
mess in it, but he could not but give a rapid sight. Had
he been at the gate way that he would have noticed, that
I nearly fell down on the steps that led to my seat, what
made catty laugh. Yes, you always remind me to be careful
. But you know I don't have Gizmo's eyes ; my cat
Zouhour
Harbaoui