"Welcome chicken!" was the very enthusiastic greeting from one of the sellers at the Bethlehem market today.
"My name is not chicken!" I replied, pseudo-offended and with hands at my sides. A laughed loudly, then the seller laughed when somebody laughingly translated for him what I had said.
When all the laughter had cooled off we got free tea from him. And bought a chicken.
We had heard "Hello falafel!" some minutes before from another seller, but there I only got to mumble "I'm not called falafel" to A while we walked on.
Marked place can be fun.
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