Nothing is the Word i have been hearing even before my trip. The nothing. But nothing here is the wind.
The wind spoils every flag. The wind which makes plastic bags get wrapped in bushes…bushes here are colourful…the nothing is the wind which travels along without limits. No borders, no boundaries, no restrictions. The nothing here in the Moroccan Sahara is the colour of the sky…sometimes one cannot distinguish where the sky ends looking at the ocean. The salty ocean that makes the nothing smell different.