Bizerte and the Cockroach Rex
A few years ago, far more than I am willing to accept, I spent a summer in Tunisia. I was a student and part of an organization that was a branch of a global entity. Besides many other benefits, the one holding the highest appealing to my 20-year-old was a month of cultural exchange. Or what is the same: I would go to a country for a month while someone else would come to mine. I have previously shared with you some of the places I visited while there, while I have never before spoken of Bizerte. For example, there…
