Marrakesh – No photo please!

Even though I have an idea of what I might encounter in Marrakesh, I wasn’t ready for what was to come. Whole streets smelling like jasmine flowers and musk, vibrant colours contrasting the raw walls of the old Medina are adding rhythm to a symphony that I have never assisted before. I avoided tourist places. I have encountered parts of the city where nobody was interested in me as a tourist. Nobody was trying to sell me stuff anymore. I was seen only as a contact with outside. Locals were interested in where im from, how the life in my home country or they were telling me their story. I talked to more people than I photographed. Unfiltered emotions. Ongoing movement, streets are full. The only moments of stillness were when were I got lost in some narrow alleys. People like to be spoken directly, nobody is hiding behind masks. I was another guy with the camera, but i made myself visible, didn’t hide my intentions. I used photography as a symbiosis between direct confrontations and making connections. People from Marrakesh dont know the meaning of the word "shy". Bargain, teasing, playing - these are the ways they've learned since hundreds of years. You're in or you're out. There is no halfway.