
ريحة البلاد
Rihet Lebled, the smell of home
For everyone who left, and never really did.

الباب الأزرق
The blue door
You know this door. You have a photo in front of it from every summer, a little taller each time.

بمبالوني
Bambalouni
Hot sugar and burnt fingers. You eat it on the way up the hill, and you never wait for it to cool.

تاي بالبندق
Tea with pine nuts
Nobody here is in a hurry. The glass is too hot to hold, and you hold it anyway.

الشكبّة
Chkobba
Four men, forty cards, and the same table for thirty years. The loser pays the coffees and asks for one more game.

الراديو
The radio
Saliha sings from a wooden box that is older than your father. Somebody in the kitchen sings with her and gets the same word wrong, every time.

الكانون
The kanoun
Charcoal, a blue teapot, and a grandmother who knows the tea is ready from its sound.

العولة
The oula
In August the roof is red with peppers and yellow with couscous on clean sheets. The children are told not to walk there. They walk there.

هريسة
Harissa
The yellow tube is in every fridge door, rolled up from the bottom. If the food does not burn a little, somebody asks if you are sick.

كسكسي نهار الأحد
Sunday couscous
One plate and all the spoons. The best piece of meat moves quietly to your side. Nobody says who pushed it.

عصيدة زقوقو
Assidat zgougou
For the Mouled, each house makes it and each house sends a bowl next door. You taste seven in one day, and you tell your mother that hers is the best.
كلام البلاد
Words that only sound right there
- عسلامةAslemaHello. The first word at the airport, and the one that makes it real.
- يعيّشكYaishekThank you. Word for word: may you live long.
- برشاBarshaA lot. As in: I miss you barsha.
- باهيBehiGood, fine, OK. Said three times to end a phone call.
- صحّةSahaHealth to you. For a meal, a haircut, a shower.
- يزّيYezziEnough. Said by mothers. Works at any distance.
- بنينBninDelicious. The only review that matters.
- لاباسLabesHow are you? It is also the answer.
- توحّشتكTwahachtekI miss you. The word this page is about.

البحر
The sea
Watermelon, glibettes, sand in everything. You swim until your lips are blue, and you say that you are not cold.

التي جي آم
The TGM
The small train to the sea. The doors are open, the wind is inside, and you know the stations in order: La Goulette, Carthage, Sidi Bou Said, La Marsa.

اللواج
The louage
It leaves when it is full, not before. Eight strangers, one radio, and a driver who knows a shorter way.

الحومة
The street
Two stones are the goal. The game stops for a car, for the call to prayer, and for a mother who shouts one name from a window.

لبلابي
Lablabi
Winter, midnight, a bowl that burns. You tear the bread yourself, and the man adds the harissa without a question.

المدفع
The cannon
The table is ready and nobody touches it. Then the cannon, the call to prayer, and the first date. The brik is gone in one minute.

جوّ رمضان
Jaw Romdhane
After the meal the whole town goes out. Zlabia still warm, a cafe with no free chair, children awake at midnight. Much later, the boutbila and his drum pass under the window.

التلفزة
The television
After the meal, one screen for the whole house. Everybody knows the tune before the first image.
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المزود
Mezoued
The mezoued starts and ten seconds later the chairs are empty. Your uncle, who does not dance, dances.

الحنّة
Henna night
Candles, jasmine, and a song that all the women know. Somebody’s mother cries and smiles at the same time.

العيد
Eid morning
New clothes that scratch a little, and a kiss for every aunt. Each kiss pays: a coin in your hand, the mahba, and you count it twice.

جدّي
Grandfather
A jasmine behind the ear and a coffee that takes one hour. He asks when you come back before you put down your bag.

الفاليجة
The suitcase
You said there was no room. It is full anyway: harissa, oil, dates, makroudh. Twenty kilos of love, and she still asks if you ate.

الماء
The water
She pours water behind the car, so that you come back. She stays at the door until the street is empty. You do not turn around, because you know.

الطيّارة
The plane
The lights get small. The jasmine in your pocket is brown already, and you will keep it for a year.

الباب محلول
The door is open
It always is. We miss you. توحّشناك
The songs on this page
- Taht El Yasmina Fi EllilHedi Jouiniتحت الياسمينة في الليل
- El KahwajiMohamed Jamoussiالقهواجي
- Frag GhzaliSalihaفراق غزالي
- Lamouni Elli Gharou MenniHedi Jouiniلاموني اللي غاروا مني
- Halk El WedLotfi Bouchnakحلق الواد
- Ya LiliBalti feat. Hamoudaيا ليلي
- Baba AbdallahHedi Habboubaبابا عبد الله
- Lila Wel Mezoued KhaddemHedi Habboubaليلة والمزود خدّام
- Ya HasraBaltiيا حسرة
- Ya Msafer Khalli TodhkarOulayaيا مسافر خلي تذكار
- Sidi MansourCheikh Mohamed Boudayaسيدي منصور
- Rihet LebledMohamed Jamoussiريحة البلاد
The drawings were made for this page. The songs and the show openings play from YouTube and belong to their artists.