The intuitiveness of washing machine models in foreign countries tends to reflect the extent to which women have been “liberated”. In Tunisia, the washing machine was particularly silly. You had to put the clothes in one side where they were sloshed around in water and then they had to be moved to the other side for the spin cycle. The clothes dryer was the metal grid-like contraption sitting there in front of the washing machine. Usually, we dried our clothes on the ceramic heaters in the apartment.
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