We attended last night, my daughter and me to the second part of first festival of song and alternative committed
held in Dar Ben Abdallah space, the médina.J 've experienced intense moments it's hard to describe: the guilt no longer belong to this class " oppressed "(I lead an orderly life in one of the most exclusive districts of Tunis and I concoct dishes with expensive foods that are not accessible to all, that I am content not only to consume but I also published on the net); of bitterness to be very far from reality for the majority of my people (I'm not even aware of what is happening in
mining area of Gafsa) where there was dead man and riots in the south of the country, nostalgia for a bygone era where I was "committed" to the spinal cord, memories of my youth and causes that I was defending, memories of my friends that I loved to listen to the songs of Sheikh Imam, and Hedi Guella Zine Essafi ... Memories of our student activism ...
My daughter was surprised to see me sing it word for word the lyrics of The troupe of musical research Gabes .. I sang (with full assistance) broken string, I typed hands until they do me wrong, I waved my hand, I cried, I cried ... I was well and truly tested and I am cash at home all washed
So this morning I have neither the inclination nor the desire to cook? I prepared this dish East into a "fetta bethenjène", with just roasted eggplant, tomatoes and pita bread!
Troop musical research of Gabes 
Troupe "Children of Mine"
Mohamed Bhar 
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