No phone, no internet: a visit for the first time to Casablanca
According to my pathetic map, I should have been close to the royal palace. But nothing in the lively Mers Sultan Quarter of Casablanca, where the trams exceed the shoe and coffee shops, seemed remotely palazial. I tried a road, then the next one. Finally, I approached some teenage girls in jeans and head scarves that lowered diets out of a snack bar."I am looking for the building," I said rudimentary in French and I indicated my map. "He says he should be close here."One of the girls looked at the sheet of crushed paper and in a voice full of teenage contempt, he asked: “You don't have a telephone? "No, I didn't have a phone. Or rather, I did it, but I was not using it.Except for the purchase of my plane ticket, my plan was to explore Casablanca - a Moroccan city that I had never visited ...










