I was once in a remote section of the Tasili N'Ajer in southern Algeria, when a Turaeg wanted to examine my fancy Tissot watch. I took it off, and it disappeared into a sea of hands before coming back a minute later.
“Ca marche avec essence?" I was asked. Did the watch run on gasoline? They assumed the wind up part popped off to fill it up.
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