Rabat Airport. Somehow just another airport, a very small one maybe. I am missing the time when you were travelling and arriving slowly, when you had time to prepare yourself while travelling. Now: Some shimmering lights in the dark. I walk from the plane to the immigration building. I arrive in Rabat, Morocco to put my feet on African soil for the first time in my life. (…)
The report on my time in Morocco is online. Read it here. It is difficult to summarize, select experiences and get a grip on my time in Morocco. Here’s my try. And as mentioned in an earlier post, it will evolve with time.
To discuss our CrossCulture Internship in Morocco, I will sit together with Lena, who did the same programme in Rabat, on a panel at the book fair in Leipzig on Saturday, 14 March, 2pm. The panel is called “Germany, Morocco and back” and will be moderated by Judith Schulte-Loh from ZOOM Europa/ARTE .
It’s great, as while I am sure we will have a good time to reflect our experiences, I also have never been on a book fair. I love reading, especially as it allows me to submerge myself into a different culture. In Morocco, I read one of the national classics by Driss Chraïbi “Le Passé simple” (The Simple Past), published in 1954, and I still owe you a review.
The Leipzig fair will be a great opportunity to find some promising German authors for a change.
Luttons la corruption
This year is probably the one where I less feel like Christmas in my life. It is interesting how all the surroundings such as the advent calendars, the decoration, the cold, the days at home with friends and family, looking for presents come into play to create this feeling of celebration. Christmas may be commercialised in many ways, starting with selling Christmas sweets in September may not be necessary, but still, it is also a way of preparing yourself, something I am missing actually.
Also, I just found out today that the building the offices of Transparency Maroc are in and the whole block, was once a cathedral.
But I found this nice graffiti - something that can be found hardly in Morocco - on my trip to Meknes. It doesn’t say Merry Christmas, but there is a candle and something that can be interpreted as a snow flake (with some goodwill).
I wish you all une Bonne Année, a Happy New Year. I probably don’t get to post anything, but maybe I’ll have some time during my short travel down the coast to Essaouira and Marrakesh.
24 December - bonne annee
Little things that are helpful to know, lesson number 1: here’s how you have to serve Moroccan tea.
After spilling half of the pot the previous times I had some Moroccan tea, which is lightly sugared green tea with mint leafs, yesterday, I was finally shown how you get all the tea in the glass. Please excuse the slightly blurred picture. It was actually quite difficult to serve with one hand, and take a picture with the other.
Pouring Moroccan tea
The trick is to elevate the teapot and to find the right angle to hold it while pouring so that the tea and mint leafs in the pot do not cover the spout from inside. Once served, the tea will have a head, similar to a beer.
Enjoy your warm tea, especially during cold and rainy November days in Rabat.