Has the time or it was to Air Algeria, he had an apartment in El-Biar , and me I was a student at the I. T. F. C of Ben-Aknoun , each time or it was stopping at Algiers, he invited me to his home, and a few times he gave me the keys.
Sor in peace, Ahmed, thy good actions that speak to thee.
I said therefore, a day , in class at Mr. Larbi BELFEDHAL, we asked him to give an example of two names clean, I immediately reacts in replying among the first of the class by shouting: - Yahia! Miloud! , Because it was my best comrades and we play all the time sets, so I had my their names on the lips.
But it was without counting with the mischievous Yahia THABET.
Then, school is finished, we walked toward the Derb to return to their home-we, when Yahia has taken to hand him a Miloud and slithering to the ear, "How, thou left ould Asfour go as ca, then he said - Vive! Miloud! In full class! And before all the world! Thou art not a man! Thou art not of Gronetes! ".
So I was walking, and I didn't know of anything, I did not hear what was said Yahia in Miloud, it was only later that I understood.
Is come crashing in front of me, and has lifted the head to talk to me ( i was greater than he ): " - then, as ca, Vive Miloud! Why? Why? ",
And before that i do shouldest say a word,without understanding what he meant, he had thrown himself on me the head the first from the bottom to the top, I felt the blow, I put my hand right in front of my face ( my left hand was holding my binder), when i removed my hand from on my face, I was all alone! Neither Yahia! Neither Miloud!
The next day, I went to school with my black eye, narrating, who asked me what I had, that I was dropped!
Since then, are two of my best friends.
About the nickname of my adoptive father: ASFOUR.
Mohamed KEBRIT, had done his military service during the second world war
1939/1945 , its garrison was stationed in Lebanon , in the city of ASFOUR. When he was demobilized, the nickname has never left him. ALLAH YARHAMOU OAU YADKHOULHOU FASSIH JANANIH.