A Piece of Memories at Morocco

I still remember …

The way when my first step touched in Marrakech

The way I got in the taxi

The way I turned on the stove

The way I played laptop under blanket because of so cold out there

The way I used “swallow” sandals whether it was cold

The way I used my first coat in my life

The way I deal with seller in Morocco

The way I communicated with foreigner

The way I ate tajine, couscous and morocco tea

The way I ate olive, so weird but I miss that L

The way I cried when I prayed for first time at Morocco, I felt so close with Allah

The way I drunk red wine first time at Sahara desert

The way I played card with Ghita, Aimad and Khaoula

The way I talked to Salma about movie at Saturday Night

The way my Hongkong, China, Austria girls smiled to me

The way AIESECer Menara sing and dance

The way I walked around in Sailane Doudiat

The way  the owner home talked to me although I didn’t understand

The way I saw Yan closed the door for last time when she went to Sahara

The way my last hug with Khaoula and Aimad

The way my last hug with Charlie and Fi

It’s memorable until the last breathing. I prefer say see you than good bye because good bye hurting me actually… thanks