In the ""great and glorious country of Maghrebinia"" the people cherish two valuable attributes: their baksheesh (blood-money) and composure (retained by an endless supply of tales.) The lies are so zany, the whimsy so caprloled, and the wisdom so cleverly disguised that even the most jaded realist will be avid for more history, more tales, and more social spoofs from Maghrebinia. The Maghrebinians revel in innocent of Western customs and over-civilization. Aptly translated from the German, this is well documented idiocy, enjoyable and rewarding.