Anybody remember those modest stands in “Darake” and “Darband” where you could buy “Zoghaal akhte”, “Lavaashak” and other stuffs, around which dozens of fly’s were performing their rituals?
Do you remember those dirty old men who were selling disgusting packs of “Aalooche” in the streets, near the school?
I clearly remember the feeling. It was a mixture of joy and guilt. Guilt from the fact that you were absolutely sure you were having an extra-strength bacteria injection, something as filthy as it can be, and joy from the delicious taste, mix with the sense of doing something wrong, particularly since it was blatantly against those annoying, dead-boring TV and school’s preaches!
Recently, I came across something quite nostalgic. 100% pure blackcurrant juice and 100% pure cranberry juice, first cold pressing, or as I like to call them “Liquid Lavaashak”!
For the first time, I’m experiencing the same sense of jubilation but without the guilt part, and guess what, it’s damn good. In fact, the experience to me is the closest one to orgasm, without the help of a woman (or myself!).
I drink my Blackcurrant juice to “Darakeh”…One of a few places, I deeply miss.