M O R O C C O

Life goes on as usual in the old neighbourhood where all the neighbours knew each other. Life in the neighbourhood was very quiet. The open window let the cheerful sound of the strings of an old guitar be heard. The sound came from the first floor, our friendly singer was preparing for a talent contest organised by a TV programme. In addition, there was a concert taking place all over the country.

The neighbour on the second floor decided to go out and was carrying a piece of paper, where she had written down everything she had to bring. She was dressed very simply and wore only a medal around her neck as a decoration. She did not have a good day, as when she went to pay at the supermarket, they told her that the bill was not enough and she had to go back with the shopping trolley completely empty. On the way to her street it started to rain. She had neither an umbrella nor a raincoat and the amount of water increased with each step she walked.

On the way back she lied to her husband that she had returned home without having made the purchase. She didn't want to tell him the truth.

In my city I lived a very quiet life, close to the water. The sea pleased me and the waves were touching the rock, it seemed a nice and nice melody. That afternoon an envelope arrived with a blank paper, saying that there was a course the following day on the beach. I always had to wear the gold medal, it was my favorite color. The night was very strange night. I looked at the alarm clock and it appeared with a light, I was a little bit nervous that I couldn't even guess the Saturday party. I was wondering what color the weather would be?