From Sewing Fishnets in Morocco to Writing Projects in Sweden!
From Sewing Fishnets in Morocco to Writing Projects in Sweden! This is going to be like a fairy tale. Unexpected story to experience and live where I never saw it coming. I can not jump into my story without putting you into the whole context of who the hell I am and where I come from and how I ended up in Sweden. First, I am not hell, but I saw it many times in my life. I grew up to a very challenging and discriminating childhood in the old town of Larache, northern Morocco. Larache comes across the Loukous river that holds on the other bank a Roman ruin that was built 1200 years B.C. I spent my earlier years as most of my generation, scrolling around dirty streets, collecting wood from the port to sell it for Hammam, fishing at the harbour in front of the city pipeline, where the fish find a great deal of rubbish and organic trash, then I sell the fish to make my day. Most of my days, I spent with my father sewing fishnets or cleaning dirty boats when they arrive at the por...