An Arabic brochure!

Gin's announced dead. Suicide. Jumped off the roof. He didn't even look depressed. When we first met him, he was happy. He wasn't even sad when his dad died, which is pretty weird. We're at our hotel. Grandpa's taking a shower. Today we planned to go to the street where dad lives, but we don't feel like it. We're still shocked from the fact that one of my better elementary friends commited suicide. 

                                                       15 minutes later

Me and gramps didn't even feel like going to the dad's street, because there maybe could be another traumatizing thing, but we decided to go anyway. But, we're lucky today that the wheater is not as hot as yesterday and the day before.                                                                          We're on the elevator making our way outside. gramps said in the hotel room that we better learn some Arabic. Yeah, he's right, but it's not that we're going to stay here for a whole year.

                                                    2 minutes later

As we walk outside we see a guy sitting on the street. He has a cart full of papers I think. Grandpa says we should take a look at what he has. " هنا مجاني! خذها و حسب. ". No idea what he's saying. Grandpa translates it. It means: " here, its free! just take it.". Grandpa takes one.". " Shukran lak!". Grandpa says he said thank you. Never knew he could speak a bit of Arabic.

We look at the brochure. It's a brochure for an Arabic party. I can see grandpa's hyped. " Let's go to there, Yuko!". The young party flow flows through grandpa's body. I feel like I'm getting old, and he's getting young again. I want to be the guy that doesn't want party's and all that, but to be honest, I would like to go there aswell. Tasting Arabic food, seeing the dances and looking at the beautiful ladies! It's in 3 days, so we go!

Next chapter Yuko and grandpa are going to Zuro's street.