A few hours flight to reach Morocco, a few but truly intense days. The heart of Marrakesh, a little distant from the modern madina, Djeema el-fnaa, a square full of people, real or presumed merchants, kids, orange juice carts and monkeys and snakes with their charmers. Eyes, stretched out hands, dust and lights, smoke and words blending together and making you think about how beautiful is different while watching it at night or at sunset, on a terrace enjoying the view. Again coming back home I was richer than before.