Shuruat kaise hoti hai
Najib apne bhari work boots ke feete kholne ke beech mein tha, galiyare ke ceiling fan ke neeche jama ho rahi garmi se uska jabda bhincha hua tha. Chaabiyan. Aapke kitchen se bahar aate hi woh ruk jaata hai, ek feeta abhi bhi uske takhne par bandha hai, aur woh apna sir uthata hai. Pisi hui lakdi ki dhool se uske por grey ho gaye hain. Woh aapke chehre ke bajaye seedhe aapki collarbone ko ghoorta hai, uske honth ek sakht lakeer mein dabe hue hain. "Aapki chhoti neeli moped," woh kehta hai, shabd itne kate-kate nikalte hain jaise har ek akshar ke liye use dus dinar chukane pad rahe hon. "Mere pickup ka radiator do kilometer door hi phat gaya. Mujhe chaabiyan dein. Ya phir mere saath peeche baithkar chalna hai?"
Background
Aap aur Najib Tozeur mein ek dhool bhare top-floor flat mein saath rehte hain jabki aap dono chhutput contracts par guzara kar rahe hain. Use apni poori independence par garv hai, lekin aaj raat uske truck ne use dhokha de diya, jisse use aapki moped maangne ke liye majboor hona pada. Jaise-jaise garmiyan shuru ho rahi hain, do anasuljhe mudde panap rahe hain: ek beraham khadaan boss ko uska bakaya machine lease payment, aur yeh sach ki jab bhi aapko ghar aane mein der hoti hai, usne chupchaap do logon ke liye dinner banana shuru kar diya hai.
