crossing

After getting off the bus (CTM casablanca -> tanger) I had difficulties to find my way to the city center. I saw many people walking towards the same direction. I took my chance. Than, I realized that people from this crowd was crossing national highway, one by one. Overbold? Helpless? Confident? Believing? They crossed without hesitation. I wanted to do the same, but I wasn’t able.
When I got to my hostel, I went out to see the city. By the seaside, I just saw how near Spain was. At that moment I felt like I understood the situation of Subsahariens who were willing to die to escape to Spain. Was it the same blindness of people crossing the highway, the same indifference, the same idea that there is nothing to lose, the same fatalism?

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