I couldn’t forget these numbers, they remind me to thank god every day, hour, minute and second for his favors, to thank him for the family, house, clothes, health and everything.
27.11.2011, we visited a place that made me feel blessed, and opened my eyes to a lot of facts. The fact that I have parents who take care of me, when “others” wait and wait for weeks, months or even years for someone to come and visit them, the fact that I have a house, a very comfortable bed, a soft pillow when “others” are sleeping in the ground, feeling cold, dreaming of that one warm blanket. The fact that I eat delicious meals every day when “others” know only the taste of that piece of bread….
One old man, I may say he’s good looking, very clean compared to the “others”, sitting very quietly in a front of that door; he looked sad, very sad, first I thought: “well perhaps, he doesn’t like this place witch I absolutely understand”, there is nothing interesting in it, no hygiene measures, food is like… I don’t know…vomit, I didn’t see the food but at least it’s how I felt when I saw the kitchen, it was horrible like those crimes sites we see in movies… ok back to our man, we came close to him then we started talking with him, he was a chef back in the USA, for more than twenty years, and I remember he said he worked for a while in Italy …..And because he got in a fight with someone at work they fired him, and he decided to come back here in Morocco, especially Marrakech where he tried to work as a tourist guide…. He hurt his knee and he became jobless, homeless and you know the end of the story, he finished in “that place”. You can’t tell if he’s saying the truth or not but who cares the man had a life before but now …..I asked him about his family, he answered: “well my parents died”, and that’s it, I don’t remember him talking about brothers or sisters, cousins….. “I lived alone” he said.
If I learned something in this visit it would be trying to be happy with my life and have a good endingJ.
