Below my guesthouse in the street, this – seemingly crazy – old woman erupts at workers on a building site.
But what’s provoked her?
I didn’t see that part; the shouting outside alerted me to the action.
Did they throw something at her?
The young men well-aware, she’s the local-crazy known for losing her cool, and were bored and seeking entertainment?
Or, did construction debris accidentally hit her? Thus she exploded.
After this drama had played-out, I lit-up, inhaling deeply the hashish of this crazy fu*kin world.
Travels in Morocco, 2007
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