I left the North Africa last week. It was painful to say good bye to the places but especially to the people. There will be no medina anymore.
I thought that coming back to my country would mean having a very "dry" sexual life (meaning no sex at all). That's actually the truth. I have and will have no sex here. But it's not because of the place where I am. It's because of someone I met during my last week there. Someone special. Someone that will have a huge impact on the content of this blog.
I will soon explain you how I met James Bond.
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