Hey Bob,
what was the price of yawning? Whom did you thank, and what for?

What did bore you so much, that you had to yawn so early in the morning?

My longer post on "Muracad" vs. Mouarghad stopped you from getting enough oxygene? You mean the whole pieces was boring? Or parts of it? Or wasn´t I meant at all?

Sorry, just wonder that specific "bore-part". Tell me an I can maybe change that - next time! Actually, while writing (without editing, as usual - maybe there lay my shortcomings?)this, I felt rather exited. All memories came back - the taste of the sour camel-milk, the translating via different persons and languages, across two rooms, the funny image of Mohamed´s father - an old man with white beard, his costly snowy-white "Boubou" with elaborate embroidery, barefoot - laying flat on his back in the centre of that tent-style "living room". The only "interior-design" was a yellowish sketch in a frame on one wall, depicting Chef General Mouhamed Mahmoud, the founder of the family and forefather of all Mahmouds ever since (actually a member of the famous "Idau Ish" family from Ouadana/Wadan, further north in the country - seen from Kiffa).

Was that little insight into avarage Mauritanian life, in Nouakchott-2008 the boring part?

Will you tell me, when waking up from your dream?

~J~