Inside and outside
Scritto da: Roaslbim

I was walking through the muded high walls of a little city
in the south of Morocco, filming here and there.
I was fascinated by the women,
wanting to have a communication with them.
Of course the video camera was not helping:
they were just covering their face in front of it and walking faster...
I was thinking at this,
when a woman crosses my way,
looks at me and goes on,
I follow her with my look.
She turns back and looks at me once again
before disappearing around the corner,
very quickly, she signes me with her hand to follow her.
She goes on turning back sometimes to see if I still was there.
Of course I was.
We walked through a muded gallery
with a 5 meters distance between us
finally we entered in a little house.
There, she is immediately more relaxed
she smiles at me.
she showes me to her two sisters,
who are very happy about my appearing there
and ask me to sit down with them.
They only could speek arab;
we talked with drawings and mimo,
helped by our fantasy, and our eyes.
We "talked" for hours,
we had mint tea and almond sweats,
they showed me their family pictures and let me take some of them.
Fatma, the one who catched me in the street,
enjoyed to be photographed as well as
to take pictures with my camera.
Mina, the young one,
wanted to make some henna tatoo on my hands, but... after meal..
I had a friend who was staying in the hotel with high fever
I thought about her,
I told them about her,
I had an idea:
I asked them to come with me and have a tea also with her.
They were excited about it, they discussed for a while,
laughing all the time,
at the end they agreed.
They wore nice clothes
they made up their eyes and lips;
by the time they were ready,
the older one asked me
not to film when we were outside,
then we went.
I was impressed by the way they changed when in the street,
they were much more serious and impenetrable.
We were walking like in a procession
untill we reached another house (the fourth sister's),
we went inside,
they began to laugh again
and I could communicate with them and film.
The fourth sister made up her eyes,
the young one her lips,
laughing excited, untill we were outside again.

The hotel I was staying in
was quite a cheap one,
In the middle of the main square,
It had an all day long opened bar and restaurant,
mostly frequented by men:
my friends were uncertain again for a little while,
they didn't know if to come in or not
The only word I could understand was "monsieur!"

I told them there was no monsieur in the room
and tryed to reassure them with my eyes.
The procession came through the restaurant,
I asked to the bar to bring tea and cookies for six and we went upstairs.
As soon we were into the room
I could feel again they were more relaxed,
my friend had a big smile on her face,
Mina made henna tatoo on our hands and foots.
After a while, we were "talking" about the tea,
that was not as good as the one they made at home,
we laughed again..
When they had to go back home
I took them outside again...

Scritto da:
Roaslbim

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