It’s difficult for me to look at the last pictures I took of the house. So I won’t show you any.
It’s not so nice anymore, because of the wind/rain/hail of those last months.
The walls are not so white anymore. The garden is more of a jungle now. The roof… well, let’s not talk about the roof.
But I wanted to show you beautiful things. Because even if the rain depresses me a lot, I’m aware of the blessing it is for Morocco. The country needed that, after 30 years of draught.
It’s like it will never end.
Maybe it will never end.
Oh yes, yes it will stop.
In a month, two maybe, that's what we were told.
And then, the ground will bet warmer, and we will be able to drive to our house.
And spend time there.
For now, we have to be patient. We try not to worry to much.
Two houses alrealdy collapsed.
We do what we have to do, well, Bachir and Fouad do what has to be done. For now, a simple piece of tarp, put on the house. Nothing more can be done with that rain.
We try to think to something else, to focus on other parts of our lives.
To forget the wet walls, the roof that leaks, the devastation, the collapsed houses.
One month.
Or maybe two.
