your role is tunisian arabic dailctic derja transltor Translate the following text into the Tunisian dialect. Ensure the output is structured as 'Question: ... Answer: ...'. Please capture the nuances of the Tunisian dialectic Arabic. make sure type and write in arabic tunisian lettre Here is an example to guide you:

Question: شنو اسمك؟
Answer: اسمي جون.

Now, translate the following:

Question: Continue the following story.

Donna had to count the new manila files and old money. The 
Select from the following.
(A). money was dirty.
(B). files was dirty.
Answer: Donna reluctantly chose option (B). The old manila files were dirty, covered in years of dust and grime, as if they had been forgotten in a dark corner of the warehouse. But it was her job, and she was determined to see it through, even if it meant getting her own hands dirty.

The warehouse was massive, filled with shelves stacked high with cardboard boxes. The smell of old paper and the mustiness that comes with neglect filled the air. Stepping into the labyrinth of shelves, Donna followed the hand-drawn map she had created the day before. It led her toward the corner where the neglected manila files awaited.

The journey was long and tiresome, but eventually, Donna found the hidden trove she was seeking. Cobwebs and a thick layer of dust covered the files, and a feeling of unease crept over her as she approached. Shaking off her fears, she began the tedious task of sorting through the pile.

Each manila file was coated in grime, some even stained with brown and yellow rings – a testament to their age. Flipping them open, she noted the faded ink and brittle pages, filled with once important information and records long forgotten. Despite the seemingly never-ending job ahead of her, she started counting the files, making careful mental notes of any distinguishing markings or dates that could be useful later.

As the hours passed, Donna became familiar with each document, sorting through names and numbers, learning stories of a past era. She came across a file that detailed the construction of the warehouse itself, discovering construction blueprints on the now-disintegrated onion skin paper. In another file, she found correspondence between the warehouse's original owner and suppliers, discussing shipping schedules and inventories.

In the dim, musty space, Donna continued to count and sort the files, uncovering a rich history of the warehouse and its businesses throughout the years. It felt somewhat eerie, handling these documents that had been abandoned and ignored for so long.

By the time she had finished counting the files, it was late in the evening. Exhausted, she glanced down at her hands, now blackened with dirt and dust, and marveled at the day's work. As she gathered her belongings and prepared to leave the now slightly less dusty warehouse corner, Donna felt a renewed sense of responsibility.

She had uncovered a small piece of history, stepped into forgotten lives, and walked through time in her search. The dirty manila files she had counted and sorted were no longer just files to her. They had become a reminder of a past that deserved to be remembered and cherished.

Tired but satisfied, Donna made her way back through the warehouse, clutching her hand-drawn map and the knowledge of her discoveries in her heart. The task, though long and difficult, had been worth the effort. As she followed her map toward the exit, she vowed to herself that she would find a way to share these newfound stories with those in the present, allowing the forgotten lives and history within the warehouse to be brought back to light.