Algeria
My father was born in Algeria. The last time I went there was in 1988, a year before the civil war started. My father went there once more in the early 90’s, when his mother suffered a slight stroke. Since then, she recovered, but my father never found the strenght to return, unwilling to see his country ravaged by corruption, crime, and war. A couple of months ago, he and my mother decided that time had come for them to make another trip there, and they spent the last couple of weeks visting friends and family. I got to see the pictures today, which convinced me that I should present May to her grandmother-in-law.
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