Pieces: Chapter II (Morocco)
[...] [2] - 11/7/2008, from a personal email
Hello [...],
tell you that .... is a bit 'of time that are blocked, in all: in what I'm doing here in Paris, inspiration, relationships.
After six months here at home I changed roommates and now my balance is completely changed and I have not yet adapted. Do not write messages and emails from if not too much time: I figured that I have not written even a line of journey to Morocco. And then reappeared dissatisfaction fund, the more I try to overcome the more I see not one, particularly in terms of relationships.
For the rest, I am continuing to work at the museum. In general, everything is resolved to tell people how much they cost, to explain how they work, and answer questions like where are the toilets, where are the Impressionists, van Gogh where he is, where are the escalators, or send them to the information desk when they ask things that I do not know or do not want to answer. Oh well, basically it gets worse.
I started looking for a job for the fall, but everything is resolved to accept offers of internships. If all goes "well", so at most I find myself with yet another stage to go, hoping that maybe for once, past exploitation, I assume. To return to Italy I have no intention at the moment, and no reason to.
I have little motivation at this time, I do not know why, or maybe yes. Is there something I'm missing.
My trip to Morocco, you wanted to know. Sympathetic, but basically nothing more: the circumstances were not the most favorable. The first day I arrived in Rabat (where I was basic to my friend) about midnight, and at that time the only thing you can do in Morocco is going to sleep. So after the rumors of ritual I went to sleep.
first real day I went to Meknes. In reality, the place where you should go would be Fez, but it is too far from Rabat (Meknes am already two hours by train). In any case, my friend could not get away from work and I had to go alone. Solo Traveller in Morocco means that every two minutes you stop to try to tap money. I've been told a thousand times welcome to Morocco, where I was asked a thousand times, thousand times and tried to give me directions (sometimes quite imaginary) to be my guide ... I mean you can not turn calm and I made the visit quite stressed. The only time I did give an indication of a type, I found out after a few seconds it was a seller, which of course then he "showed" his store from which I could not get out (after a quarter ' now type) without buying a carpet ... Among other things, was also the evening of Italy and France, which I saw on big-screen live on Al Jazeera ....
Second day, I remained in Rabat to walk around the city. Unexceptional, fairly modern, being the capital ... In short, nothing picturesque, whereas it was Meknès, but stressful. Bella the Casbah, but otherwise nothing really shocking. It seems to be down in Sicily.
Third day, we all went to the sea. My friend has run away from work, and we went to the beach with her roommate and a friend of them indigenous. Bello: my first swim in the ocean. In short day of total relaxation and total far-nothing.
fourth day, we leave. Greetings all, I take the train to Casablanca. Casablanca it's not the city of the film: a modern city, fairly anonymous. Some beautiful avenue in some beautiful building, but all more or less reassembly, and almost nothing else to see. The "medina" (the old part of town surrounded by walls, with all suk, and in general usually the most picturesque part of each city and Moroccan Arabic in general) is set to that of one of the Rabat more modern and less interesting in Morocco. The same Moroccan friend of my friend told me that there's nothing to see Casablanca and that is not a city for tourists. And oh well. But I had a good meal of fried fish. At my friend's house instead there was the cleaning lady / cook Moroccan, so I could eat local, and is very good as a kitchen. Except that there is in Paris ...
Time to go to Marrakesh there was not too too far away. And everyone tells me that the best part of Morocco is further south, but oh well. I always travel to where I can get the bases and then that's okay, it was a nice trip anyway. Photos I have not made many, the most interesting but I would have been able to do so I did not trust in Meknes pull out the camera, you know ...
So much for the trip to Morocco. I have seen several movies lately, there was the Film Festival with two entrances €, and I saw eight movies in two days ... All small films in Italy certainly will not leave anything, plus two American movies that I had recovered ( Into the wild and No Country for Old Men, both very nice) and spent an animated film at Cannes ( Waltz with Bashir : a masterpiece) but I do not know if it will pass in Italy.
And now I leave you, I hope to have recovered a bit 'of Lost Tales.
I am sending you a big hug and a kiss strong
Mariano
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