On the Tilene market, you can find everything, but it smells fish. If you manage to cross the labyrinth of bags,
bucket, boards and trestle, you arrive on the street with the cloth sellers. All along this way,
women are barging hard the price of the yard, paying no attentions to cars and sabar players.
It is the end of the day, the sun is going down, as our strength. We come back in Yoff exhausted and smiling,
this is the end of the first day.