Morocco

Altruism and bread

It’s 4:30 AM – the whole city is waking up. I turn over on my pillow once more, then I pull the pillow over my ears. The call to prayer from the minarets echoes from every corner of the city. „Let the people sleep“ doesn’t help. The entire city comes to life. A new day beckons us too.

Never before have I felt so free. In a country that seems very mixed up. Perhaps it is precisely this speciality.

It is the sun and the people that make this country special. Everything is so slow and analogue. How often did we get lost in the labyrinth of the medina? Because Google Maps doesn’t work in the dark and deep alleyways of the city centre.

Some preparation is necessary, but then an adventure awaits.