story as narrated by Ramadan's uncle Al Majzoub

In our gloomy neighborhood, there is no sound or life except for some neighbors' quarrels, a dog breaking a bone, a cat meowing at its counterpart, Uncle Ramadan and his ilk make the neighborhood a voice, they are not crazy or anything like that, but they are in old age and what they have lived has been enough for them, they talk, smoke shisha, play cards or backgammon and insult each other and th...