[ Dec.2008 ] As soon as we entered the medina in Tozeur, a city south of Tunisia, we got hooed by a man, probably French who looked quite different from the local people.
He took as to the rooftop to see the view, which was good, but then, as expected, took us to a shop next door.
He disappeared there and the people in the shop took over, who were very experienced sellers.
We bought two small rugs each.
I remember that I regreted afterwards that I should have bargained more.
We spent too much time there and Sala, our driver got worried and came to look for us at the shop.
So we could not go further in the medina.
This mysterious middle-aged Frenchman who was working as an assistant of a souvenir shop in this countryside town in Tunisia became a topic of ourselves.
My friend romatically guessed that he had lost his memory and got rescued by Berber people.
I remember saying that probably he was a drug related criminal on the run, hiding there.
After our shopping, he came back and asked us for some small money, which was rather pathetic.
