Martin Mlaka
Melancholy Tunes Edition 2021
My silent period in morocco. I lived a couple of minutes away from here. I rented an apartment just for myself in the area where only locals live. They used to examine me every time I walked around. Landlord was super nice. They brought me couscous every Friday, pita bread once and some fish when they celebrated something. They did my laundry when I asked them and we never spoke other than that. They must have thought I am crazy. I walked around without a word, ate bread most of the time, and was always quiet at home. I used to sit on top of this little dune and watch people. Sometimes people watched me...quite scarily. I wished it wasn't so windy. I wished the ocean next to where I lived was more inviting. Instead, the rocks and the coldness of it held me off successfully.
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