Chapter 8: Searching for a Way
My trip home was relatively uneventful. I was questioned once again at the border. The customs officer raised his eyebrows a bit when I answered the question, “How did you meet this Algerian friend of yours?” but he made no comment. Perhaps there were no examples of Americans being scammed in Morocco as was supposedly the case in Algeria. After socking me with a pretty hefty duty on the leather wallets I had brought back as gifts, taxing them at four times the amount that I had paid for them, he sent me on my way.
Amir received an offer for a teaching position shortly after he returned home. He was pleased that it would be in his home town, as he already knew several of the students he would be teaching. They were elementary school age, and I knew he would
