He shout the entire distance to Addis Ababa on his mobile.
I'm beginning to pick up Tagrinyi words and sound bites.
Then he cranks up an Arabic version of the Macareña on the stereo.
I roll over and cover my head, my gawd, it’s after 3AM.
Now he’s dancing on the balcony, a faint glimmer of dawn in the east.
I give up on sleep, or rather, sleep has given up on me.
First draft, except last three lines. from Facebook notes, added 7/21
other versions here.
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