He says he is from Spain, and his father is Muslim. He says he lived in New York for a while, before taking temporary residence in Montreal. I am not sure of the timeline. By the look of him, he must be in his late thirties. He wears a doo-rag underneath a baseball cap that he does not take off, even when he sleeps. He smokes two packs of cigarettes a day.
Yossef is slight and muscular. He stands around six feet tall and has a 28-inch waist. He eats almost nothing but almonds and fruit. His limbs account for the larger portion of his physique. Spindly, you could call him, and slightly stooping. He moves quickly and has wide set eyes which give him a reptilian presence, like a gecko.
He speaks French, Spanish and slang-riddled English in a quiet raspy voice. He refers to Tim Hortons as ‘Timmy Timmy,’ and smoking pot as ‘stone time.’ His favorite singular phrase is ‘unbelievable,’ which he uses to express exasperation, as in 'Can you believe this shit?' Out of his mouth it sounds like UM BA LEE BO.
His smile is full of cunning.
Yossef, Yossef, my teacher, my rival.
You have me in the South but in the fast ground you are mine.