I was alone. No one to please, no one to talk to, no one to listen to, just me. Wow. I had my princess bed outside in the middle of the camp. The stars, the darkness, the silence, some animals making noise. Who is That???
Once people wake up from “the bubble”, everyone is searching for answers to the same questions: Who am I really? What is my purpose?… But what really matters is to notice and follow the signs life is showing you and to live in YOUR flow…
Our last possible option of leaving Africa: cross the sea by a BOAT. After delicious “Last Supper” in Fez, another taxi at midnight and we took off toward the very north of Morocco…
As I always emphasize; there is before and there is after Sahara, well in this case IT REALLY IS: a new life has started for all of us.
There we were, the MAGICAL number 6, in the middle of the Sahara, joyful as children until the news also reached the peaceful desert and us: flights have been canceled and Morocco will close the boarders… Allah!
Kim ja jestem i jak zaczęła się moja przygoda z Saharą i Maroko.