All I remember now is that people were pointing at me and saying I was a huge ice-cream cone. I may have actually been a huge swirly soft-serve ice-cream, but I'm not sure anymore.
It's hot and dusty and often late at night in Ramadan I walked down to the baqalah and got an ice-cream.
You can get a good one for ten to thirty qirsh, a vanilla bar coated in brown chocolate-like product or a tube of fruit sherbet. They're not real ice-cream, they're milk and vegetable oil and fillers, but we're used to it. Everything in this country is a cheap imitation, unless you're rich, but it's been so long since we've tasted the real thing that we wouldn't recognise it any more. It's cold and it's sweet and it's affordable and that's all we wanted.
Ramadan's over now, and I think the midnight ice-cream runs are too.
It's hot and dusty and often late at night in Ramadan I walked down to the baqalah and got an ice-cream.
You can get a good one for ten to thirty qirsh, a vanilla bar coated in brown chocolate-like product or a tube of fruit sherbet. They're not real ice-cream, they're milk and vegetable oil and fillers, but we're used to it. Everything in this country is a cheap imitation, unless you're rich, but it's been so long since we've tasted the real thing that we wouldn't recognise it any more. It's cold and it's sweet and it's affordable and that's all we wanted.
Ramadan's over now, and I think the midnight ice-cream runs are too.
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