A breakfast sausage, short and plump and slightly curled, not to mention a bit blistered at the side from too much fryingthat is how the Riff must look to the man in the moon when he swings over Morocco. And if he had listened carefully last week he might have heard the sizzling sound of frying.
For last week saw plenty of fighting in Morocco. Along the northern concave side of the sausage which is Mediterranean Coast, the Spanish made a landing and bit out a little piece of enemy territory near Ajdir. The...
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