The area has become more European now but back then it was quite wild, and while lots of dual-nationality couples (French, British and Canadian women with Moroccan partners)
Seems a little biased there, no?
The area has become more European now but back then it was quite wild, and while lots of dual-nationality couples (French, British and Canadian women with Moroccan partners)
Seems a little biased there, no?
American ladies five foot tall in blue…
There used to be a term for white women who liked dusky men. What was it now?
Slag?
Ngrlover was the one I remember. Seen plenty. They were a type and went like guided missiles for the blacks in my touring bands.
Coal-burners? Mud sharks?
Queen Of Spades, or QOS for short.
I had a friend went to live in Morocco (the blonde with the massive tits used to grace the background on TV-AM) The stories. Being hustled at the airport because she hadn’t bribed the customs officers. The “wonderful house on the outskirts of town for rent” she was taken to look at. A crumbling ruin with a goat looking out of a hole in the roof about 15 km down the road.. Morocco does have an educated middle class that aren’t too bad. We see a lot of them here. But even them…
Seen very little of the country. Melilla to the Algerian frontier. Algerians & Algeria I like. Different culture. But maybe that’s because I was with an Algerian.
My neighbour is Algerian, her parents emigrated to France many years ago but never really mastered the language. She can speak lots and we sometimes talk in German.
She is lovely both in looks and personality. Her husband is a pretty funny guy and she has managed to understand British humour.
I met my one in a Spanish nightclub. When she talked about her family I got the idea they lived in Lyon or Paris or similar & since at the time I was commuting from my place here to the other on the the Belgian border I suggested I could take her to see them. However they were in Algeria. Wasn’t as ambitious as it sounds. Motril wasn’t very far, so just a bit of road the other side. Except it wasn’t Oran or Algiers but a little pueblo in the Sahara.
Nice people. Spoke French so no language problems. Was treated as part of the family. We were there some considerable time. I rewired their house for them.
I still keep in touch. It’s reassuringly one place, if I wanted to disappear permanently., it’d be a piece of cake. Heavily armed people don’t like strangers.
I’ve spent a lot of time, years, in the Middle East and North Africa.
I speak passable conversational Arabic and I really like the Arabs. They can actually laugh at themselves, which is not to be underestimated.
But I have never met one I fully trusted. Perhaps it’s me. I don’t trust many people, to be fair.
I know Moroccans are not exactly Arabs, but they are culturally very similar.
And whatever she says or thinks, she is not safe there on her own as a woman.
The two Scandi birds who were raped and beheaded found out the hard way that you’re safe until suddenly you’re not, because there are cunts there who hate you just because of the colour of your skin and hair and your western ways – ie actual racists, and lots of them.
I would not relocate there unless I needed material for my new career as a travel guide and writer…
100%
Reading that article made me think of those poor girls and what danger this woman really faces.
I know. But, think Darwin and then thank Heavens.
But I have never met one I fully trusted.
I know Moroccans are not exactly Arabs, but they are culturally very similar.
And Pakis etc It’s the religion. “If Allah wills it” Yeah, well Allah could will anything, couldn’t he? Or maybe he won’t?
No muslim, however friendly, can ever be trusted – by the doctrine of taqiyya, a muslim can deceive or lie to an infidel without sinning, providing the lie or deception is in the interests of Islam…
I once had a boss who was Egyptian. When he employed me, he told me a pack of lies to my face. I was stitched up like a kipper.
I stayed with the company for a year purely out of Protestant ethic. I should have left when I realised that I had been misled. But I felt that I had a job to do and owed it to myself to finish it. I left, my heart full of resentment.