voyage dans le temps I journey through time I
t
he travel from Tunis to Bizerte
lasted only about fourty minutes.
It is 8 o’clock in the morning when
we leave the highway and the sun
starts to show through the clouds,
hidden by a thick fog. Impossible
to see beyond three meters ; the
fog occupies the place and jealously hides Bizerte
surroundings. But this won’t last long, because soon
after, the view gets better and we walk across the bridge
that leads us, Robert and me, at the foot of the city.
We order a latte in a popular local café before
meeting our guide at 9 am. Even if I am the only
woman here, I feel very comfortable, no one is
staring at me. The customers are young, sitting
around tables in a smoky atmosphere, playing cards,
the “Tarchefi”.
The time has arrived to meet our contact at the old
port. The dozens of one-way streets block the
access and finally, it takes us a while to travel that
short distance between us.