Last weekend, two days coleaban advantage of my vacation, I made a trip to Italy. I was looking for some excuse to spend some time with my wife and, as neither knew Naples, off we went to go together a couple of days and nights.
is how I could include other city in the list of localities "Algerian" in the world. He noted the old town of Cartagena, the streets Marseille populous, most of the city of Casablanca and now a part of the old quarter of Naples, especially when the tourists disappear at dusk.
Not that the streets were dirty and driving on the road. Since then, there were women in veils or listening to the call to prayer from the mosque, it is not so. It is more subtle and different. To begin with, an imbalance in the evening between the number of men and women who remain on the street, but the perception that life does not end at home and extends into the neighborhood. Then the feeling that there is not the police who controls the security, but there is a kind of law of the place is best not to miss. In a street I saw a "store" whose business was the illegal sale of snuff and no other product for sale that serve as cover for smuggling illegal actions. Eating a huge pizza, as in Algiers, costs no more than four euros, which is something like a quarter of what it would cost in Spain. The people are friendly, pleasant and sellers do not overwhelm the visitor to get place the goods, but without reaching the extremes of passivity near Algiers, where sometimes you have to insist to the clerk, almost pleading, for attending to customer. Too many similarities. Periodically
good fresh air out of Algeria. In addition, this physical distance with my wife is something I've been fatal, so a few days have proved very enjoyable and satisfying on a personal level. The worst of the trip was, as usual, Air Algérie, who had rescheduled the flight for several hours later and I had to spend six hours on Saturday wandering around the airport Fiumicino, rather than to stroll through one of the many charming places in Rome. In addition, for one of the few times that I travel in business class, there is not a waiting room for first class passengers at the airport in Rome in which passengers accept the Algerian airline. The boarding lounge at the end of the terminal H, a hangar was presentable. Those who were there waiting for the flight pint of smugglers, similar to that crowd in the ferry terminal in Alicante. More than an airport departure lounge, I remembered the courtyard of a jail, so I was more concerned about the integrity of my wallet and passport than anything else. Fortunately, I found the end of that hangar another room not much better, but in which at least offered travelers a more normal. We stayed there half a dozen people, including one that appeared to be Algerian, who first thought it was English, to bring suits in its holder identification card Iberia baggage, until I learned that was the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Peru, who came on an official visit to meet with the main Algerian authorities. I imagine that the guilt of the time change was precisely during this visit, because on arrival at Algiers airport was waiting Medelci, his Algerian counterpart, is not that suited their agenda to the vicissitudes of the aircraft.
The flight from Rome to Algiers I did it just behind the Peruvian Minister, which is called just like me. Only five people were traveling first class, including two technicians from a well known Italian company and a university professor friend of the crew to relocate first to ask during the flight to do something for her daughter Cabin chief, who is studying at university, you are given special treatment in something that was made, and I could not understand. And I was rather meditating on the difference between a Minister of Peru and one from Spain, when you travel try to do it surrounded by an entire cohort of pacifiers, which not only travel for free, but they charge ..
The story of the trip, with a moral, I expected to pick up the suitcases at the airport in Algiers. Had had no contact with the rest of the initial passage in that hangar in Rome and thought I was driving on the winged version of a smuggling boat. Of course, all Algerians, with dark skin and black hair. But according to were passing the minutes and the suitcases appeared, I realized that these men were all Italians, many of them southern workers mostly from a couple of companies. Then I realized that I was guided by the clichés and stereotypes we have in mind. The Algerians are generally higher and better physical presence, except for very frequent lack of a good part of the teeth. But for the rest, the differences are minimal.
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