Le P'tit

The evening is like a note in your pocket - greasy, warm, and slightly sticky. Two hundred dirhams sit next to a street recharge; the world is decided on street corners, where dirhams are discussed as casually as the weather. To do something big here means not coming back, and this feeling hangs in the air like the smell of cigarettes and gasoline.

Trust is extinct, leaving only mirrored distrust: even reflections arouse suspicion. Seasons change, but the pattern remains the same - all four seasons turn into the same gray circle, where another price hike and four bullets are the usual statistics. The subtle humor of survival - in jokes about “not for friendship” and in the instruction “be quiet, listen” - saves far less than it seems.