A letter, hide and seek

There are messages you want to tell.
There are messages you want to hide.

There are messages you've unknowingly got.

"I've sent the letter to you because I thought you would understand."

Most of the time we use language to communicate.
Certainly it's essential but at the same time we do know it's not only way.

It might be rare but sometime we even understand each other without any words.
Probably you've already experienced that among families or good friends, right?

A smile or a hug can give you "something" more than just words.

I thought I knew it though when I started traveling frequently I realized it wasn't enough.
Getting a glimpse of the actual different culture was quite something for me.


I've been doubting the possibility of language for long and I'm not such a good talker.
Picking up the right words is way too complicated for me.
I believe everyone has certain amount of own notion for each word.
Sometime I'm fed up with the task.
But I also enjoy the silence between people very much.
In silence people express themselves more in a way.

For the first time I went to Marrakech, I met a little girl.

I was eating lunch in the park alone and she came to me.

She was very cute and fragile, she smiled at me so I did the same.

Her father came to search her, and he invited me to their place.
They were living behind the wall in the park.
As soon as we get in the shade he offered me some coke.

It was in a small uncleaned glass though I was so delighted.

We exchanged only few words because I couldn't speak French and Arabic, he didn't speak English.
But I found out her mother passed away.

The little girl was sometimes murmuring "Mom" in the air.
Her skin was very warm and soft, even if she misses her mother she looked very happy with her father.

The second time I went to Marrakech, I visited them but they weren't there.

We didn't hug, we didn't use many words but his firm brown hand and her smile told me a lot.

Looking into something could be painful sometimes.

The pain of egoism.


Our eyes can see things very well.

Although at the same time, they can get blind quite easily.

And I get ashamed of myself.

Every night I look up the sky and make sure that I'm surrounded by lots of stars.

I'm still a tiny dot so I can keep seeking it.

pictures,

left:Berlin

right:Ourica Valley (Morocco)