The Fish Market

Posted by Kaire Kalam (That Estonian Girl) on March 5, 2012 in Stories | Leave a comment

Fresh hamour, barracuda, and shrimp are tossed from pickup trucks by suntanned Pakistanis. The smiling salesmen, “rocking” thick sole sandals my grandmother might wear, shove fish in customers’ faces and shout out the day’s catch. The flip-flopping sandals of my new “best-friend”and his squeaky one-wheel wagon follow awkwardly close as he buzzes, “Tip, ma’am tip”. Its another Friday afternoon in the Dubai fish market.