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


Anonymous sarittah said...

thank you for this tanger's portrait

5:25 AM  

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