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When morning come I traced the 
noise to the Kleenex box and 
found an ALACRAN
big and black like the 
familiar Mexican
scorpions,

I killed it, moved
on and fell down the cement stairs (half a
flight) of a Hotel in Construction where
we spent the night and put my
left elbow out of commission.

The children and I developed, or better
acquired, an intestinal infection
and have been on rice, mineral water, 
vegetable soups for a week - 

and I am pulling out of 
Morocco in 2 days -
rather happy that the summer has come to 
AN END. 

[[/left margin]] NO MUSTAPHA [[/left margin]]
[[/right margin]] ?? ?? [[/right margin]]

Transcription Notes:
Illegible words in right margin. Possibly says "Always Sheila" [[??]]