I am standing in the middle of Jemaa el-Fnaa. Only me and my suitcase. Nevertheless, the chaos entangled by the Moroccan nation, traders, tourists, animals is „living“ around me. Music. Smell. Voices. Colors. Smoke. Noise. The sun. Welcome to Marrakesh!
I’m trying to merge with the crowd, but a girl with blond hair and a suitcase is a gold mine, so I’m still on the move. I take off my sunglasses and glare into the sun. Especially trying not to make eye contact with anyone, not to react to screams and quickly find my hostel, as my dear taxi driver dropped me somewhere else.
So this is Marrakech. I didn’t know back in that day, that this red city will become my second home.