The less said, the better. In these parts; the south of the Mediterranean and to the east of the Atlantic, words stringed together in sentences are potent weapons. ‘Mama’ has a long list of ‘sons’ who have lost their identity although their skins are a shade darker than black. These fathers and husbands, are without the intuitive feeling expectable . Capturing the divine nature of promises like a Psalm, they have raised hopes in market squares and have dashed them in cooking pots. Many have left their company with sweetened ears but have again left our company with broken hearts;mournful.