Phantoms of Morocco

Smoke from brazier. Heads of animals wrapped in polyethylene. Weird fruits and vegetables. Bright commodities from all over the world. Hairdressers. Mosques. Surfing schools. Hotels. Varicolored doors. Skillfully forged lights. Ocean. Fog. Eateries crowded with people. Beggars. Children. Ordinary people. Preachers. Whacky-brained and holy people. Slaphappy cats. Portraits of the King on every wall. And the human flow. Endless, dense, saturated with all possible colors of skin, races, languages and dialects, which under the pressure of a day light squeezes into the confusion of concrete-brick-clay sleeves. This what Morocco is.