عندما كنا صغارا                                                                                                              كنا نفتش عن البزاقات  على الصبار و                                                                                     على الحجارة                                                                                                                   في بستان الباطوس                                                                                                            قرب مدرستي العتيقة ...                                                                                                      كنت و جمال و علي و                                                                                                        اولاد حنيكير                                                                                                                    نشويها لنأكلها ...                                                                                                              كانت لها رائحة نتنة !                                                                                                          كنا نشويها على صفائح التنك  ...                                                                                           انها حياة الشقاوة و الطفولة البريئة ...                                                                                 و هكذا تمضي الايام ....