Monneeeeezzaaaaa! New Products on We now return to the blog of Ghada, who had left after the description of the minefield in which she and her mother is present every time they stepped outside the front door and look in their building ... Even the last time, coming back from work, I met one of them [the nearby
] committed to provide the trash bags to Haytham (the one who collects the garbage in our neighborhood) and I found to be say, clicking his tongue in disapproval:
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God's straighten crooked! At that Haytham, who evidently believes in the need to be in solidarity with the people of Egyptian workers, on behalf of the class of scavengers has decided to make a contribution to this campaign of patriotic war against Bride, adds:
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that is rotten in the pot sooner or later comes to the ladle. (But what kind of building of scum alive?)
However, I do not have it with Haytam, because I know it hurt when I refused his marriage proposal, despite the boy is very chic (is to take the trash wearing Versace clothes, hair a spazzola e una mano sempre in tasca) e nonostante sia un tipo facoltoso (ha una B.M.V., cioè una Brutta Macchina Vecchia).
Ma è che la vena liberale e proletaria che è in me cozza contro la mia vena borghese, sofista e imperialista (aprite un dizionario qualsiasi e traducete voi, per favore. Adesso non ho tempo per spiegarvi!) e alla fine mi sono vista costretta, seppur con dispiacere, a rifiutare la sua proposta e il ragazzo deve averla presa male. Probabilmente ho urtato la sua sensibilità. Ed è per questo che, ogni volta che veniva a prendere l'immondizia da noi e mi vedeva passare davanti alla porta, mi guardava, faceva un bel respiro profondo e gridava con quanto fiato aveva in gola:
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Monneeeeezzaaaaaaa!!! course, I've never taken it personally. Not at all. You know that I have a tender heart! In fact, I always wished you well, as long as the Good God has given him the grace to do it engaged to an accountant Nermin.
