‘Une tendre noirceur’
April 27, 2013
“I once went to Morocco Mall, and stayed for an hour, dreaming in front of the big aquarium. I think the fishes in this great jar live better than we do in our pigsty,” says a boy from Douar Tqalia (‘Tripeville’) on the outskirts of Casablanca. Tqalia is a squalid bidonville on the edge of … More ‘Une tendre noirceur’