Thursday, 19 September 2013
The diminutive figure of Rabbi Oud Ramonides struggles down the street. The wind is so strong it is blowing people along. He is visiting his daughter, Kugarita Zinfandel, and they are meeting at Moudi’s Emporium. He stops for a moment to shelter by the Great Elm, and spots his daughter scurrying towards him. She throws her arms around him, and drags him to the café. They stumble in, and collapse into the nearest chairs. Ahmed welcomes them with a complimentary cup of Tantric Iftar, a tisane of his own blend of exotic herbs, and they order the Friday special – Aubergine Kvetch.
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