Le Roia est l'a ville.

Le Roia est l'a ville.


after week of preparations Mohamed VI is going to arrive today at five pm. Now when I write it is 09:23 but the streets are alraedy blocked, secret service pace along looking at the passing crowd, trying to find a mismatched puzzle in all this image and destroy it before the kind arrived. i slept only few hours. I am totally tired and in the mood that I missed so much. Since the morning I talk bullshit, make jokes, telling anegdots, not irritating but kind of the people around me. They laugh taking this behaviour as an omen that maybe Jacek came back, maybe smile will not disappear from my face till the evening and in this cheerful atmosphere we will share the night. Inshallah. BUt before that the KING IS GONA COME!!!!!!! I joked to one seller on the street asking him if the king is already here because I didnt take my morning coffee so why not to tell some rumores about Morocco and Moroccuise with the best one. The king. yes. I feel like in the middle ages. I am just in a crowd. But this crowd today reached its higly level of affirmation and excitement. All city is in tender. Atmosphere is so high even without the drugs. And in my mind thousends of stories and situations appear because of this event. Now I go to the people and observe them and watch their reactions and behaviour. As one guy sang in song TODAY IS GONA BE A GOOD not night but day :) Shallah.