Certainly that dirty passage, in that dark night seemed to be a hazard for a woman. However, I had always been an independent and self-confident person, so I was going through those narrow streets enjoying the starlit silent night...

Suddenly a strange noise frightened me. It was like a sweet whistle coming from a heap of boxes behind me. Bravely I took a flashlight from my bag but I could see nothing special.

The sweet whistle sounded again... I didn’t know why but I was terrified.

- Do you want a taxi Madam? Said a soft voice near me. He was a dark skinned man, looking at me with nonchalance.

- I work at your hotel- he added. Foreign women think they are very brave –he smiled ironically- so it is a must for us to follow them. In my opinion coming back to the hotel would be a timely decision now.

I agreed and the story was finished. That happened some years ago.

But sometimes, in the night, I can hear a sweet and, now familiar, whistle…

Then looking at my dark skinned husband, who is sleeping next to me I whisper:

- Darling please, don’t do it!