the bracelet

got a glimpse of a gold bracelet on the wrist of a man yest and thought of a lebanesey boy with a frenchey accent and sebagos without socks and hair parted on the side, in a too-straight line, the rebellious hairs tamed down with gel and turtle-neck pants with a shiny leather belt

then i'm walking from south to north, on the 'cellullaire'

"allooo? eh hi - (now streaming in arabic) - eh a million consults (nag) - no time to pee - (nagnag) - shou? huheueu (in english)nooo are u kidding -(in arabic now) - at 6 in the effing morning - (naaaaag) - blahblahblah abt fatigue/anti-social behaviour/more fatigue/boredom etc - ahh (in french) television?"

strange man (of the bracelet!) walking in front of me stops, turns back and walks towards me

(me to cellullaire) "euuuh p"..

(man, in arabic) "are you lebanese?"

(me in arabic) "eeeh, oh you're the first arab person i meet in this hospital (restrain a jump) to the cellullaire "p later there's an arab.."

(man) i heard you speaking lebanese..
(me) wow you're arab (thump thump) didn't know any existed in this place
(man) yesss. i'm lebanese. and you're lebanese.
(me) soo, do you know many arabs around here?
(man) well you know there's this church. pause. you're christian right?
(me, appalled) ummm i guess i am?
(man) well many lebanese christians go to this church
(me fumbling and not jumping) mmm.
(exchange of numbers)

he lifts his hand in a gesture and bracelet flashes
well if you need anything gimme a call ok?

(me) yesss yessss

the stereotype and his bracelet walk away.
less than 2 minutes.
to ask if i was a christian.