This has been a long holiday weekend so last night we went to another party at an embassy family's home. It seemed like every ex-pat in Tunis was in attendance.
Including Wilf, the older German fellow with a spectacular mustache and a never-empty glass of beer who has been living here for the last 14 years. He had a gift for saying slightly inappropriate things to all the ladies. When I met him I had the confilicting desires to run away and to ask if we could be best friends. You know he probably has the best stories. I'd have to cover my ears for half of them but it might be worth it.