Moroccan Girl

Every time I  met an old tourist my memory takes me back to a funny incident happened to me when I was 8 years old. At that time, I was still living in the countryside.It was a fresh March morning and as we were playing in the fields a bus full of tourists showed up suddenly, and we gathered up in a circle all astonished and amazed by the amount of differences there were between us and them. We used to watch Mexican series and therefor we saw blond people, but seeing them in the real life for  the first time was something extra.   Some of them were really happy to see these weird, forgotten kids and others looked at us with a look of compassion.. but also admiration of the beauty of the image. They've taken pictures and I was kind of shy and frightened at the same time, because I remembered all the things the Imam of the Koranic school I was going to every summer told us about the foreigners and every time they try to take a picture I used to take a step...