Heat memories

The current heat brought back to me some memories from Tunisia. Tunisian nights. Staying up late, because of the heat, going to bed only when it starts cooling down a bit, all windows open, with a mosquito screen, and the heat was so intense and wet that you could barely stand the sheet on your skin. Then in the dark, to forget the heat as well as to lullaby each other, my cousins and me would tell each other stories, we'd tell stories, real or imagined, till we finally, one after the other, fell asleep. That was open no mike, or Slam, before it was fashionable.