The story of Oumaima in front of a tray of Moroccan tea
In Marrakech it is 22 o’clock of a clear evening, and beyond the city lights that frame the sky you can see some stars. The city is in overheating, and passers-by walk fast, going from one street to another of the city with agility and confidence that only habit can give. The buildings rise in …
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