I can't help but enjoy Morocco. It feels so good to be back in an Islamic country. I got a 60 euro ticket from Paris to Casablanca(very cheap), and as soon as I left I might as well have arrived, with the Arabic and Berber music blaring in my ear, the smell of foreign food and sweat. It occurs to me that my friend Muhamad said he thought I was Moroccan before he talked to me on the bus, and I was going over all of the nationalities I've been mistaken for in the last year: English, Spanish, Portuguese(today), Afghani, Tajik, Uzbek, Chinese, German, Irish, French, and others I can't remember at the moment. I talked to Muhamad somewhere around Tangier and he offered his hospitality. It was nice to stay in a proper Moroccan
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