SALAM for the Children of the World

Salam, they say whenever a bomb blazes in the sky…

DOORS AT THE END OF THE WORLD

This is my last day of a┬áthirty-four day┬átrip to Morocco, twenty-five days of which were spent in the Sahara Desert. I’m now back where I started, in Marrakech, in the Riad Dar El Aila, and it feels a bit like coming home. Hello, you’re back! they greet me, as if I have survived some incredibleContinue reading “DOORS AT THE END OF THE WORLD”