
Hassan smirked: “Must be those first generation migrant Africans, still waiting for a ride to go to Chefchaoun.
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![]() Sam Burch was exploring Morocco with his youthful tour-guide Hassan. Lecturing about the country’s history, Hassan mentioned that he belonged to the original Berber-tribe, different from the Africans who came later. They were on the way from Fez to Chefchaoun on a winding mountainous road. Suddenly, Sam spotted two roadside dark objects. At his request, Hassan took a quick U-turn in the middle of the highway to get back to the spot. The objects turned out to be two left-behind wooden puppets. Hassan smirked: “Must be those first generation migrant Africans, still waiting for a ride to go to Chefchaoun. Comments are closed.
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