Sunday, March 27, 2005


Marjuan's nose is in his sleeve because his sweater is soaked with glue. I could smell it from five paces away. He came up to me outside the cinema asking for a dirham because I took a picture of something near him. I told him if he came back tomorrow and didn't smell like glue I would go to the store with him to buy him bread. But he didn't come back the next day.  Posted by Hello

1 Comments:

Anonymous sarittah said...

thank you for this tanger's portrait

5:25 AM  

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