The elderly Maltese lady calls to me in her native tongue from her rooftop laundry garden; grabbing pegs and gesticulating urgently. Pointing at the damp clothes haphazardly strung over thin wires stretched between stone walls, she mimics the action of using the pegs to hold my laundry in place. Puffing out her toffee coloured crinkled cheeks, and blowing hard to mimic a gusty wind, she leaves the pegs for me; smiling, delighted with herself for helping the English girl with her chore.
I smile gratefully, as the lady shuffles between her own rows of laundry and back inside her home.
But there is no wind. It’s 41 degrees and the air is as still as the ancient catacombs of Rabat. The heat is asphyxiating, and tonight, I will sleep on the roof in the cooler night air. No pegs to keep me in place when my vivid dreams take hold.
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