As soon as we stop in front of the fence, Labid comes to greet us. He likes human company more than Latif. When they were cubs Labid used to spend hours playing with me and a ball.
“Both are male?” she asks suddenly.
“Yes.”
Labid stands right in front of us. Csilla takes a step back.
“Is this fence secure?”
“It is.” I smile.
I reach in and Labid presses his head into my hand.
“Oh my god! Aren’t you scared of them?”
“No. I’m not scared of them but I respect them. They know that.”
She steps forward again and looks at me and turns fully towards me as if the lions weren’t even there.
“Jamal, you are a very strange man.” I turn towards her when I hear that. Perhaps the ice will break. “You are caring and haughty at the same time. Sometimes kind, sometimes intolerable. I never know whe
