MOROCCO | Sunday, 13 January 2013 | Views [218] | View Smaller Image
I followed a stranger, a mother and her child, chasing through the alleys of love. With distance, I observed how the woman hit a door buckle in a melody as if it was a secret knock, to assure the person on the other side, that it is her who just arrived. As I waited with the mother, the door opened and three kids and two older women stepped out and greeted her and the baby with kisses and hugs. The sense of warmth and love raised and then they all disappeared behind that black metal door. All the sudden it was quiet again….