It's not even the end of the world day, or it already passed without no one noticing it, but today looks like it.
Some were saying the world would be in darkness, well I can say that in this part of the world, we already live in darkness except for the grayish milky light we get for a few hours a day around noon.
I'd rather join the imaginary Christmas some friends have made up for us hybrids - the one of cobras rattling merry carols on well known Moroccan Christmas markets.
Just for you to know, we hybrids didn't only go to school on camels in Casablanca but we also had harnessed cobra-teams when we needed a swift ride across the desert. And of course , our pets were no dogs or cats , they were baby cobras ...
Speaking about these lovely animals, I couldn't forget to mention this friend who refuses to eat bananas because, as everyone knows, snakes , especially the highly venomous ones, have a perverted habit of biting the end of bananas on their trees... Well if you're fond of bananas... think about it. Some people may have lots of venom coming out of their mouth because they ate too many bananas?
Yes ... I just realized it looks like nighttime already (it is 14:50 pm CET) because the end of the world has already started on the other side of the planet. Strangely enough, my friends based in Australia are now still blabbing on Facebook and I have to admit I am afraid of zombies, even if there is a computer between us.
The good is that the end of the world could save us from Christmas hemorrhaging .
I declared a war on this holiday the day I accidentally (well accidentally, I was teaching some salsa steps to a former boxer) fell on the corner of a book shelf , and my head bled like a slaughtered pig. The worst is that afterwards, with a hole in my head, I still had to fight my mother and the boxer to avoid being taken to hospital for stitches. I had beautiful long hair, and really couldn't stand the idea of having a large spot shaved on my head to allow the sewing. No need to say I won the fight.
Since then, I decided to stay away from Christmas. It is very annoying, however, as it keeps on sticking to me wherever I go (except in Morocco). You may not be interested in Christmas but Christmas is interested in you.
I did keep on dancing salsa though, and had my head cracked another time a few years years later.
Cherchez l'erreur... *en francais dans le texte.
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