On Tuesday the Sharki hit. A vile East wind spreading sand particles and unease amongst the inhabitants of Tangier. This wind is strong enough to carry a Norton Anthology off the table. Everyone gets into a sour mood because of the heated desert brought on its wings. Instead of succumbing to its legend, we went swimming. The Atlantic was acting bizarre, even it was effected. The waves were going out to sea instead of coming in, as if even they were fleeing the Sharki.