The highway heads East, outside of town. Buildings in Ryiadh suburbs are obscure, with few small embrasures on the wall. Private spaces adsorbe private family life.
Outside the city, shisha is allowed. Large tends are structured to host guests. Coal warms the space. Noise from TVs. Solitare man smoking in front of Egyptian dancers. Tens of TVs. Lights and colors, songs, speeches and chronicles. Experts handle hot coal, trimmimg it in small pieces and position them on the edges of aluminium support, far from the small holes from which I breath.
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