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.