Conversations;

A - was telling a joke about while he was in a Dubai café with a buddy. Over at the other end of the café are two women dressed in a, habi, hajab, the black thing – at which point there was an interruption, B- ‘You mean a hijab’. A - ‘Yes that’s the one’.

Another interruption;
C - ‘Seriously when I first came over to the UK and saw somebody dressed like that, I thought they were a ninja.’
B- ‘You’re joking aren’t you mate. Tell me you’re joking.. Ninjas!!!?? You can’t be serious, now you’re just taking the piss….’

The conversation continues, C- to explains his mis-judged, what turns out to be 15 year old observation. B, as to his offence, at the initial remark – but tolerance at the possibility that it might have been the assumption of a pre-pubescent mind.
A typical conversation, skimming religion ensues…

D – Enters, tells the story of a time in east Europe, The Bosnian war, religious conflicts, the only black student at the architecture university – his rise to a national celebrity, a grandfather’s plague – ‘I believe in my religion – you believe in yours…let’s leave it at that.’

A,C and D reveal they didn’t see a black person till their teenage years. A asked to touch his hair. Now the joke:

A – So I’m in this café, and there are these two Arab women, in a hijab, arguing violently in Arabic, causing a raucous. So I Ask my mate what’s going on. He replies, well, The first women said to the other women there’s a ‘bolle’ fly around you face. (Note; bolle flies are know to circle camel’s arses). Angry the other women retorts, ‘Are you trying to say that my face looks like a camel’s arse.’
‘No’, say’s her friend, .’ but you’re not fooling the fly.’

B laughs; A laughs at his own joke – but what is a bolle fly?