I must be in a neutral zone, thank God. Like I said, I’m lost, but judging by the dialect I think I’m just south of Tunisia. I keep heading East, ...opefully someday I’ll reach Egypt. The language is either French or Arabic, and I’ve picked up on a lot of both. It’s impossible not to when you spend time in the beautiful, small villages scattered throughout the valleys and along the coast. Sometimes I wish I weren’t passing through atop my Bucephalus, just living the simple life among the Burburs,. This is Sal, on the left," he said, indicating the thin black man, and this is Laura on your right."The two vets were polite, the woman vigorously shaking his hand while Sal hung back, nervously digging into the dirt with his boot, afraid to make eye contact."Sal?" Alex asked, intrigued by the odd moniker."Yeah. Short for 'Salamander', cause he was always slithering away from dangerous situations. He'd crawl out of one situation after another no one ever expected him to survive."Alex smiled,. No kids, no pets. My big hobby was fishing, mostly salmon, but halibut when I could, and rockfish if nothing else was going on. When I retired I sold off the boat and got rid of all the trolling gear. Then I went looking for a car, well really cars – plural. The first one was an MGB, gold with black trim – and those damn rubber bumpers. What a pig. It didn’t have the power to get out of its own way. The more I looked at it the less I liked it. So I sold it to a middle- aged gal that thought it. Once on a weekend I had to go to my new office. It was quite a small building, not much space. My boss turned out to be that interviewer woman, Mrs. Nambiar she is the owners wife who accepted me for this job. Usually she works only until around 3 o’clock everyday, whereas I work until 5.15 pm; so I was doing my job in my lab, when she walked through the door. She stood there in a very tight white blouse and a colourful saree wrapped tightly and high heels looking very sexy, even at 48 she.