homework help needed

[teriann]

helping son do a report on Algeria. We would appreciate anyones help! We would like to compare life here for a 12 year old to life there of a 12 year old. Thank You

[MrMean]

12 years old in Algiers. La mama wakes you up a coup de pieds, give you 30 douro to buy yourself a croissant and Kahwa Hlib, and all this just to get you out of the House (She got to clean the house and she doesn’t want you around). You go out, hide from the homies because you don’t want to share the croissant with them. If there is no croissant, get a petit pain and enjoy it with the NasNas (Half/Half). It sunny most of the year. If you don’t have classes, you hang out in the street with Wlad El Houma (The homies). You might smoke Hashish and just chill, or play soccer against the Closest neighboorhood. We might gamble some money, and if we win we get Hamoud Boualaem (Selecto) and some Goufrit

At 12, we go check the chicks who are leaving school, and then go have lunch. Between 2 to 3pm it’s a bit dead, so take siesta or watch TV, then get the hell out again. Your Mama might ask you to get her something from the market. They call us “Hittist” because we support the walls in Algiers (Got to be smart to understand this one) Anyhow, when you are kid you just follow the flow. I took off after high school, and most of my friends are still supporting the walls

MrMean

PS: If you say Houbal “Makam Echahid” you migh get stopped by Mukhabarrat and get slapped by Assourtiya. If you are walking slowly in Didouche Mourad, Hamma Loulou might just give you the booty and ask you to move faster. There was this guy who was Lieutenant (Police Force) in 6eme arrondissement. We used to call him Alain Delon because he looked just like him. One day I was dresser with a communist hat and had a red bandana. He stopped me and asked me to never dress up like that. Everybody hated him because he was a “haggar”. Another day we were playing “La Gouenche” in the neighboorhood and he was drunk. He called the troops because we were making fun of him, they handcuffed us, and he made us frigging walk from our neighboorhood to commisariat 6 eme arrondissement. On October the 5th when we took over the streets of Algiers and said no more “Hogra”, we would wait for him where he lived to deliver the frigging hard time he gave us. His mama would get out of the balcony and beg us to not do anything to him. The last time I heard of the freak is when they told me they found him dead on one of Algiers beaches (L’amiraute). 12 years old life in Algiers. Take care of you kid