Everytime I steep in front of my front door, I see this huge mosque, and wahhabis next to it. But no no, not middle-easterns, but clearly European europid man, with their long, mostly dark blonde beard, saying to each other 'salam alaykum'. They are shaking hands with their arab brothers (though not many of them there), and discussing, to sum it up, new ways of islamisation.
While looking at all this, many more things go through my mind. So I say to my self: "Oh my gosh... and all I wanted is to buy some bread and milk!?". That's what I call being in the wrong movie.
