Arrr! French landlubbers be bellyachin' 'bout Boualem Sansal's jailin' in Algeria—what’s a pirate gotta do fer freedom, eh?
2024-11-27
Arrr, a bold French-Algerian wordsmith sailed back to his native shores, only to find himself snatched up by the law at the ripe age of 75! Aye, guess the landlubbers be thinkin’ his tales were too tall for their liking!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round fer a tale of a wordsmith o' the high seas, a French-Algerian scallywag by the name o’ Kamel Daoud! This ol’ sea dog, at the ripe age o’ threescore and fifteen, set sail back to his homeland, thinkin' he could bask in the sun and spin yarns about life and liberty.But lo and behold! Upon settin' foot on his native sands, the landlubbers in charge swooped in like a flock o' hungry seagulls, snatchin' him up quicker than ye can say "treasure map!" Aye, they threw him into the clink, claimin' he was too outspoken fer their comfort. Aye, the audacity of a scribe, havin' the gall to speak his mind! What be this world comin' to?
The old salt be knowin' a thing or two about the tides of politics and society, but it seems the winds had turned against him. “Ye can lock up the man, but ye can’t shackle his words!” he might’ve shouted, raisin' his quill in defiance. So, let this be a lesson to all ye landlubbers: beware the pirate wordsmith, fer his ink be mightier than the sword, and his tales will sail on long after he’s been thrown in the brig!