Jun 9, 2010

A friend in Casablanca recently sent this....

Here's a funny story, last friday I took a taxi at 9 p.m. in Casa. The driver never stopped at any red light. I was a bit scared so I asked him why he does that. He went on about how he'd been driving for 20 years and how you can't be logical or respect laws in this country because you'd lose your mind. "Everything around us is chaos so why should you stop in the red light?" Then he went on about how everyone hates the king, and how he killed the minister of interior, whom his father dearly protected. And that in '81 the king was arrested with some other socialist trouble makers. He also told me that the king bribed every policeman in Casa, that that was his way to see how ethical people are. At the end, he told me that I look like a serious girl, and some day I'll be hired in the government in some important position. He looked like a nice guy, quite entertainning, he could be in a play, his role would be the role of an angry man no matter what play he's in. He could be me, he could be my grand mother, the woman who just opened her restaurant, the woman who left her husband, the one whose husband left her with kids, the battered woman, the woman who desparately needs love, the woman whose father left for 15 years, the one who comes drunk to work, the one who used to be rich and now has to accept any job, the gay man arrested for his homosexuality, the old man who does not trust anyone, the son pressured to take care of his family, the woman who can't raise her own daughter, the man forced to leave his own country, the man whose father never gave him his name. And the one who regrets never having children.

1 comment:

Anjuli said...

Loved her insight- isn't it strange that no matter where we go- we meet composites of people...no matter what color skin, what geographic region, or what time and place- we are all very similar.