Sorry for this interuption, I've been busy these last days with my new friend Aziz.
I've been a bit naive and pretentious to come here in Maroco, thinking I was gonna travel and discover the marocan society alone like you can do in a normal western country. Here are the things working differently and there's a lot of things you can't understand from outside.
The first days, I've been spending my time alone trying to visit and get in touch with the citizens, but it appears very difficult, all contacts you've got are superficial, people just want to make money on you and you hate that. If you're alone like me, you need to have friends, so you try to make some, but what they need here is not friend relation (they are anyway all friendly by nature here and it isn't something special for them to be nice to people) rather money. And that's all the problem about.
There's a so huge difference of whealthness, it's amazing. For my first time in a such country (different as a western's one), I was and still embarassed about this situation, you even shame yourself (I really didn't expected). It is oftenly so difficult for them and it's all the time so easy for us. There's a so bad repartition of things on the earth, it's impressive. We (western) have got money, plenty of, and we are so crazy about, that we're still looking for it, but we miss a lot of things more important than money, unfortunetly we're not facing it. What we are losing or actually missing is our culture, I mean our "savoir-vivre", our way of life. Here, it's so rich, people are really simple and they know how to drive their lives, with very simple things. The weather is nice, the landscape too (ok, you can't decide on it actually), what do you need more?
There's so beautiful things here, a big part of the products (not the moderns) are artisanal and there's a lot of diversity...what we don't know anymore in our industrials societies. You're getting used to buy serial products which got no character at all, they are not authentic, nothing personal, but you use them, you consum a lot of them ( losing your time ' cause you could product some of them), to fuel you're empty life which is actually missing of more consistant things, simple things.
Ok, I stop to be moralist. So, as I said I met Aziz. I was at the begining fondamently against to let me drag from a tourist guide or any charlatant. But I rapidly noticed that alone, you can't do anything here, and the way I met Aziz let me a good feeling about him, and my feeling had been very good too! I was walking on the street looking for a cheap hotel and I went in a café to ask my way, the waiter led me to a table where two 50 years old wise men were sitting. Aziz was with a english man talking and drinking coffee. They looked like some kind of artists (good point), and leaving the english man, I let Aziz helping me to find the right hotel in the Medina (the deep souk), knowing he will want to show me the whole city.
Aziz is actually musician, he's born here and knows everythings inTanger and knows a lot of people. He used to do the touristic guide during the 60's 70's, when there was a lot of young coming, but now he's not really doing it anymore. So he shows me the city, we walked hours in the medina, a real labyrinthe...
And it was actually the best"compromis" to do, 'cause first he infiltrates me in the marocan society, and second, he protects me from all the traps.
Sure I pay most of the things for us, because we do a lot, but for me, one euro to pay for two coffees it's nothing, for him it would be more difficult (and he's actually "working" for me, so it's normal). But he's not really working for me, it's more a friend relation than anything else. We go around, talk a lot, he learns me arabik, we play games, hear some marocan music and smoke the kiff...chilling out.
Some situations are so extrem that you think you're playing in a comedie film, it appears so funny, so unsensed, so unthinkable...but actually it isn't funny at all 'cause it's the day's reality for them. Did you ever drive in a old shity Mercedes taxi during 30 km with 8 people on board? I just did! and some of the 8 were fat, what made it complicated.
I've lot of others exemples which are very funny.
These holidays was needed for me, it brings me a lot of wellness, and a lot of thoughts.
PS: the french president is coming on monday.
I've been a bit naive and pretentious to come here in Maroco, thinking I was gonna travel and discover the marocan society alone like you can do in a normal western country. Here are the things working differently and there's a lot of things you can't understand from outside.
The first days, I've been spending my time alone trying to visit and get in touch with the citizens, but it appears very difficult, all contacts you've got are superficial, people just want to make money on you and you hate that. If you're alone like me, you need to have friends, so you try to make some, but what they need here is not friend relation (they are anyway all friendly by nature here and it isn't something special for them to be nice to people) rather money. And that's all the problem about.
There's a so huge difference of whealthness, it's amazing. For my first time in a such country (different as a western's one), I was and still embarassed about this situation, you even shame yourself (I really didn't expected). It is oftenly so difficult for them and it's all the time so easy for us. There's a so bad repartition of things on the earth, it's impressive. We (western) have got money, plenty of, and we are so crazy about, that we're still looking for it, but we miss a lot of things more important than money, unfortunetly we're not facing it. What we are losing or actually missing is our culture, I mean our "savoir-vivre", our way of life. Here, it's so rich, people are really simple and they know how to drive their lives, with very simple things. The weather is nice, the landscape too (ok, you can't decide on it actually), what do you need more?
There's so beautiful things here, a big part of the products (not the moderns) are artisanal and there's a lot of diversity...what we don't know anymore in our industrials societies. You're getting used to buy serial products which got no character at all, they are not authentic, nothing personal, but you use them, you consum a lot of them ( losing your time ' cause you could product some of them), to fuel you're empty life which is actually missing of more consistant things, simple things.
Ok, I stop to be moralist. So, as I said I met Aziz. I was at the begining fondamently against to let me drag from a tourist guide or any charlatant. But I rapidly noticed that alone, you can't do anything here, and the way I met Aziz let me a good feeling about him, and my feeling had been very good too! I was walking on the street looking for a cheap hotel and I went in a café to ask my way, the waiter led me to a table where two 50 years old wise men were sitting. Aziz was with a english man talking and drinking coffee. They looked like some kind of artists (good point), and leaving the english man, I let Aziz helping me to find the right hotel in the Medina (the deep souk), knowing he will want to show me the whole city.
Aziz is actually musician, he's born here and knows everythings inTanger and knows a lot of people. He used to do the touristic guide during the 60's 70's, when there was a lot of young coming, but now he's not really doing it anymore. So he shows me the city, we walked hours in the medina, a real labyrinthe...
And it was actually the best"compromis" to do, 'cause first he infiltrates me in the marocan society, and second, he protects me from all the traps.
Sure I pay most of the things for us, because we do a lot, but for me, one euro to pay for two coffees it's nothing, for him it would be more difficult (and he's actually "working" for me, so it's normal). But he's not really working for me, it's more a friend relation than anything else. We go around, talk a lot, he learns me arabik, we play games, hear some marocan music and smoke the kiff...chilling out.
Some situations are so extrem that you think you're playing in a comedie film, it appears so funny, so unsensed, so unthinkable...but actually it isn't funny at all 'cause it's the day's reality for them. Did you ever drive in a old shity Mercedes taxi during 30 km with 8 people on board? I just did! and some of the 8 were fat, what made it complicated.
I've lot of others exemples which are very funny.
These holidays was needed for me, it brings me a lot of wellness, and a lot of thoughts.
PS: the french president is coming on monday.
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