Every Friday we crossed the creek on the little wooden ferry for one dirham, and you counted the gulls out loud like a child.
Joseph, they gave your bunk to a boy from Nepal who doesn't snore.
نبحث في الدُّرج…
نبحث في الدُّرج…
رسالة مختومة واحدة تنتظر Joseph.
Every Friday we crossed the creek on the little wooden ferry for one dirham, and you counted the gulls out loud like a child.
Joseph, they gave your bunk to a boy from Nepal who doesn't snore.
بقية هذه الرسالة مختومة.