The land of strangers
The land of strangers !!. We entered the neighborhood before Morocco. Tight streets, eroded homes, faces smile more than they should. An old woman who waved to us, and a man who helped my father lower the bags. I was watching them ... all of them welcomed, and they all stare for a long time. But behind all his smile is a harsh past.
About The land of strangers
The land of strangers !!. We entered the neighborhood before Morocco. Tight streets, eroded homes, faces smile more than they should. An old woman who waved to us, and a man who helped my father lower the bags. I was watching them ... all of them welcomed, and they all stare for a long time. But behind all his smile is a harsh past.