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There are here (in Egypt) I have an old friend.
With very rare and difficult to pronounce the name of Mohammed.
We meet with him almost every day.
Pleasant, no non-binding dialogue.
When I came here (a little more than a month ago), on the first night he stopped.
I do not remember exactly where I picked up this magazine, I remember that on the day of departure on any rack.
And when I find independent housing for themselves, I collect all the things besides the magazine.
Well, what he told me. I had read on the plane.
It so happens that today, Mohammed came to me for advice.
In complete bewilderment.
He has a German woman who is 2-3 times a year, flies to his potrahushki.
It is very rich, even by German standards.
But today, as soon as she entered the apartment, she immediately poplohelo and urgently needed to change the place of deployment.
All questions she answered evasively Mohammed, to say nothing concrete.
It is urgently required to change their place of residence.

Mohammed came to me in despair.
At first I thought that she might not like the mess in the apartment.
Well, who knows?
As a result, I have come with Muhammad to his apartment.
And right at the door, on the coffee table I see the magazine.
My Journal.
And now, imagine what was going on in the soul of Germans.
I have tried to outline this situation Muhammad, but not sure that it is correctly understood me.
He asked to talk tomorrow with this German woman and tell her that it was I accidentally left this magazine.
I do not be surprised if her ancestors of my city with unfriendly visit visited.
Something tells me that I, a native of Volgograd, a conversation with a German can nezaladitsya ...
Photography magazine ...





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