BTW: Romance. Salah would become 40 years old. In 2003 I would be 40, too (not 42 – LOL). I would prepare a Raclette for him, one of his favorite dishes.
Cheese in Libya. As discussed earlier, there was not a real variety there. Raclette was actually not a problem, there were semi-firm types of cheese available. Gouda was actually the best in that. Okay, we had a lot of fat dripping out but it was marvellous, even the Swiss confirmed that (Swiss citizens in Libya). To be honest: I missed Swiss cheese a lot! Wow, all that variety. Since we live very close to the border to France (in Switzerland), I missed the French variety as well. I was so happy that I was able to go back to Switzerland!
When not pregnant anymore, I would love to try camel milk. That was a tough thing. Firstly it is salty and secondly, you better drink the first shot in the bathroom… You will anyway have to run there. There were also people fm the desert, who were producing cheese out of camel milk. The camel milk regimen would take abt 40 days. Then one would be very healthy!
I forgot to mention that due to those heavy rainfalls we had a lot of water damage in our house. Especially in the salon it was awful. Also in the corridor. There we were very lucky, it did not reach the electric cable! Otherwise and with these conditions, the fuse would not only go, but the house maybe, too…
Not only our house had a problem. It had also flooded Mohamed’s room…
He was rather upset, and, as mentioned Hadj was tired to pay anything…
I was reading a book abt Michael Thomas, who was visiting the 7 angels. In one of the chapters they talked abt love and consequences; i.e. children. Only both should be agreeing on having kids. If one was not ready during the process of conception; the kids would not be strong; i.e. some may die because they would not feel loved. My ex-boyfriend’s brother was one of them. There was also a second one, I knew. He died because of Aids. His father did not like him at all. He always said he was a weakling. His mother could not do anything against it. He was on drugs. When he was in need of the next shot, he most of the time took his mother’s gems and jewels to buy drugs. She sometimes recognized some rings and other stuff on strangers. Her own stuff, which she had had designed by her goldsmith. Yet, she said at that time: ‘It is not important, we cannot take it along anyway’. Okay, she said so, but her character was different…
At least there is one good thing out of the whole story: my husband never asked me to do things I did not want to. If I was not in the mood to be “of service” he stopped. That was at least "one" point he had been following consistently.