The plane landed heavily at Annaba airport. Everyone started moving slowly towards the exit; meanwhile, I was just relaxing and stretching my legs, while also cracking my fingers.
Then slowly I also started moving too. Towards the center. Then exited the plane slowly, then got hit by the cold Annaba winter wind, which was blowing heavily, and I could feel the force while also hearing a weeeeh sound.
As I was Ismail Javad, I didn't need to go through any security checks. Why would I? Anyway, the security personnel greeted us with wide smiles. There were really big guys with strong arms, in French Gendarme-inspired uniforms, which looked too foreign on them, as they were typical oriental guys.
Finally, after exiting the airport with my asistan i got greeted by a bunch of guys. These guys were Iyad and Eshal together with Tamaroa, there face was getting red from the cold weather.
Assalomu aleykum, Javad- they greeted me in chorus. Which made me laugh because of how childish it was, but still joyful to see.
Yo guys, how have you been? I inquired as I was interested.
We were cleaning up all the mess your actions caused,- said Eshal.
Haha,- I answered.
Anyway, did you receive the intel I sent as an audio file to your phone?- Tamaroa looked at me while asking.
No, brief me please,- I said.
The Yedisen is on the brink of regime change by the popular protest caused by rising fuel prices- I got a quick delighting briefing by Tamaroa.
Aiy Aiy,- I exclaimed and started dancing real quick in a Balkan style.
How big is the size of the protest,- I asked, struggling to conceal a really wide smile.
Biggest in 200 years by our estimates,- he answered.