What a lovely day to sell apples in the market. Sun raising above in the sky, strong as always… Living in the dessert is something people love or hate no in-between. “Guys, let’s just ask a local!” The english accent that shouted behind your back revealed a tourist’s intentions on buying fruit.

“Hey… me, my friends… need… food!” The tall, blonde guy made strange signs as he spoke to you while pointing at him and his friends. God how hard is it to identify a person that speaks english, this tourists… “Guys I think she doesn’t speak english…” He mumbled taking a step back while apologizing with his hands.