Naja, I have not updated here for quite a long time and it makes me sad. last time was in the middle of a romantic-teenager-ish relationship and I am three years older now, waiting for next month to fly back home for a short while. Its spring but I can not find any signs of that, except in my friends behavior. Forecasts say it is gonna snow tomorrow. I have been talking with a friend and told him how miserable I am to live here when remembering that Six weeks ago I have been in Madrid, lovely Spain with its nice weather. Actually I have not just been in Madrid. I started my travel with 250 euros in my pocket, flying from Frankfurt to Tangier in Morocco. Yea! Morocco that we call it Marrakech in Persian and Germans call it Marroko and they themselves call it Al-Maghreb. Actually Marrakech is a city in the south of the country, close to the deserts and lots of Persian speakers (at least my friends!) do not know that this city exists. I am not gonna tell how this country is, because most likely you have heard lots of good things about it, but you probably have not heard anything about their gay king. Naja, people say that the king is gay because he was seen in a gay party/bar/disco/darkroom/whatever in Belgium when he was still a prince (and was not God of the country on that time, his Father was the God!). he actually looks like a Bear nowadays, but in his portraits that you can find every fucking where across the country, he is a thoughtful-good looking-young man! God damn, walking inside Gare de Rabat Ville (Rabat central train station) and looking at his huge portraits I thought I am living inside the Novel of 1984 and looking at the Big Brother.
His Majesty as he is shown in his portraits in Morocco
The king in reality: Mohammad VI of Morocco. (Source: some Fucking Morocco state-owned propaganda-news websites).
People are fucking afraid of him, and they will not continue any fucking conversation about his Majesty with people that they don't know. then I decided to write a letter to his Majesty:
Dear Mr. Mohammad VI, King of Morocco and [Occupied] Western Sahara, if you read my letter, then please don't fool your people. Be a normal human, I am not sure if I am not eligible to be the king of Morocco, so let's do something. Please come to Germany and get a master of Environmental Engineering instead of me (that I guess you'll not be able to pass any of exams) and I will go to your palace in Rabat and will solve the problems of your country. Danke!
To be honest I did not post this letter. I was afraid when I am in Morocco and I put this letter in postboxes, then secret police will arrest me and I will be disappeared forever. well, yea, people say it may happen!
I left Morocco after 10 days and flied to Madrid. Schöne Madrid. yea. I was so happy when Ryanair landed in Madrid and I can not describe how nice are Spanish people. Actually I was talking about Spain and how I am sad that I am in Germany right now as the weather is such terrible. will write soon about the rest of my trip. too tired now and my neck pains, damn yea.
