Last week, I went to visit my cousin. My cousin Morad is a student at the University of Algiers. He is a very clever student; he often ranks first in his studies. Before I went to see him at Martyrs Square, I decided to buy him something—maybe a book about psychology because I know how much he loves to read. When I entered the Third World bookstore to buy him an interesting book, guess what! I ran into him! I did not see him at first until he called my name. I turned around to see who was calling me, and the moment I saw him, I said, "Hey, Morad! It’s you! What are you doing here?" He replied with enthusiasm, "Yeah, it’s me! Who else would it be?" We talked for a few minutes in the bookstore, and then we decided to go to a nearby coffee shop.