It is no accident that ends this series of posts on the future of Morocco a20 November. In Spain, la derechonarecover the government on the anniversary of the death of this great right that wasFrank.

Franco was not only a disgrace to Spain: it was forMorocco. He began his military career in the Rif Warand his political legacy is measured in the Sahara, open conflict for 30 years and that Spain ignores. Y, however, Spain has no right to ignore Morocco. There is a debt arising from colonialism (the obvious and insidious), a common history and a present that can not be reduced to low-cost tourism exports and import trabajadorxs baratxs.

The derechona of this, also, has made the Moroccans and the focus of his speech. In times of crisis and in Catalonia, Without going any further, cornered a character has come into play: Mohamed®, call, paternalistic familiarity with that is just an insult undermined. Mohamed® is guilty of RMI fraudMena as the minister and the same Mohamed® is to blame for the impending death of the Catalan beret and sausage, by Duran and Lleida. Divide and conquer. If ordinary people look at us closer to the face would understand that the object of contempt for the political class are todxs. They need our votes, but they give a damn.

A nosotrxs, as a society, We also give a damn what happens in Morocco. We love Marrakech, cheap travel, pictures of snakes, darbuka take classes and eat couscous. But Morocco is Marrakech: Morocco is the metaphor of Omar and chains Buya, untamed northern, unbearable corruption, absolute power and the people who resist.

We're too entranced with the Egyptian revolution to pay attention to the Moroccan revolution. Today, and every Sunday, Northern Morocco, former Spanish protectorate, is manifested by a dignified life in a spring that could begin in the Sahara. Something that does not appear in any newspaper or any television, nosotrxs something that does not exist. Spring, you know, view from near cause allergies.

The movement of indignation Moroccan, curiously, also born a day 20, in this case in February. Strongly support the # 20f would be a way of showing that this land is not worth all 20 November which is already history.

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It opens “The forgotten of the forgotten”, a documentary on mental enfermxs lxs living in many parts of Africa.

Morocco is Marrakech:

About the year 1997 I was the translator of the Dutch photographer Desirée Dolron, arrival in Morocco to finish your work “Exaltation”, made over a decade on the trance around the world. Dolron had been wounded by a close history of mental disorders so destructive that led to interest in the sanctuary-sanatorium Omar Buya. Located inside the country, in the sanctuary was promoted healing through music and trance, something on the other hand at all alien to Islam and has a long tradition transcultural. But that was only poetic theory: Omar Buya arriving at a scene find infernal, scary, a nightmare: chaining, sometimes for life, the weakest link in the chain of violence tremendous: different people, the excluded, the ugly, the untimely, the irreducible. People with heart pains, with disgust to life or bad luck, living buried in a place of death, Hostages.

In the days I spent in Omar Buya I never saw anything like a healing. Music Vi, sí, and saw misery. I saw many people chained to trees, lying around, covered with lice, in rags, while the men of the village, the “healthy”, playing cards in coffee and their wives walked in groups carrying with unkempt children. I saw something impossible normalization. And I saw what the power over people who suffer, sí, but also in which they exercise.yes a country which has suffered from the tyranny of Hassan II, any small neighborhood chief repeated his grievances scale great power. I felt what it meant in the day to day administrative corruption and violence. Buya Omar was at that time a great metaphor for the suffering of the whole country.

No photo failed Desirée. In these 14 years I've never written about what, and even in this post I do faltering, unable to really look at it face. But in the end the description of the specific location may be the least. After several years living in the country, was there that understand the incomprehensible. Everything I've written after about Morocco and the world, certainly carries the imprint of Omar Buya.

In the coming days will link the Sahara, Omar Buya, and future, in Morocco is named # 20f.

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Omar Buya, Hell of Fools. Interview, 2008