His elder brother was a member of the Securite militaire, sort of secret police. He was a smallish, pale-faced, very handsome geezer who drank like a fish and drove like a maniac. One night in Algiers, with me aboard, he overcooked it and shunted the car in front.
Its driver got out angrily but the brother flashed his SM card and the poor geezer had to swallow and go off tail between legs. I felt very ashamed but no one else did.
Despite the much-vaunted 'socialism' of Boumedienne's Algeria it was plainly a fascist state.
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