Ana ( Marrakech )
I was traveling along Morocco staying in people’s houses that offered me their hospitality.
I ended up at a house where a russian girl was staying, much in love with a boy from Marrakech.
They both were musicians although playing in the house where the parents of the boy could hear
it could cause them trouble.
We spoke about Galicia and to my mind came a traditional song that a woman living in a eco
village sang to me long ago. Ana knew that song and for me was exciting to hear it one more time.
So she took a tambourine wrapped it in scarf and started singing really low almost whispering…