a micro culture of tissue sales

Earlier today Tarifa was the most beautiful, most photographable place I’d been so far, but tonight already the Tangier medina has surpassed it. I know it’s wrong to not take one zillion pictures of spices in sacks, but what will I do with them?

I observe a micro culture of tissue sales here, the evidently comparatively impoverished peddling little pocket packs in the flowing urban foot traffic.

My Visa isn’t working at either of the automated teller machines I tried, neither the one recommended by our hotelier, around the corner, nor at a sketchier exchange bureau that was going to charge me a ten percent commission.

On our walk back from dinner in the kasbah I saw a tourist ask one of the tissue-sellers, cross-legged on the street, for directions and wished a little too late I’d given the latter a five dirham coin for her troubles and to model better visitor eco-behavior for the former, but I had neither the thought nor the currency.

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austerity is maybe a good thing

The Greek hottie I talked with on the shuttle bus from the departure gate to the plane mentioned his countrymen being pretty bummed, angry in the context of the economic depression they’ve been in for a while.

I jumped right in with my thesis about how austerity is maybe a good thing for humans to be practicing more of on the whole — I’m not sure we need as much as we’ve been led to believe we need — but also you can’t just impose it on a population all of a sudden and expect people to not be mad — that’s what makes people mad — et cetera.

I’m not sure it landed. He seemed like he was in a hurry to get away from me when the bus stopped and it was time to load the plane with us and other people going to Athens, so maybe now I am boring or some other kind of repellant, which would be interesting and fine for its sheer novelty.

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