A riad in Marrakech (Ifoulki)
German English
Photos / Photos: Ferdinando Godenzi
Texts, photos / text, photos:
Published 2013 / appeared 2013
Hardcover, 164 pages, 21.5 x 11.5 cm,
approx. 103 pictures / photos
Price: 14.80 EUR | Order
German - German
The day doesn't go by. Abdou brings tea and pours it with a sweeping movement. He tells me that the resulting foam enhances the aroma of the mint. I take the glass, smell it, close my eyes and take a sip. The tea invigorates, is hot, and yet it refreshes me. A light wind blows through the courtyards and reaches me too. Actually it would be time to rest again, but I take the book “The Voices of Marrakech” by Elias Canetti and compare his impressions and experiences with mine, listen to the splashing of the fountain in the background, slide away from the sentences and pages, look listen to the mosaic play of rose petals in the moving water, listen to the rhythmic music that Canetti reports and that accompanies me daily in the medina, see birds under the palm trees and banana bushes looking for food or building their nests with small finds, here in my house, in my riad, in a world of my own that gives me the inner peace, at the end of which there always seems to be that eternity that makes it possible not to determine and share the day, but to let yourself go and in this way to pass the necessities of the day and to be completely one with the environment.
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Daylight lingers. Abdu brings me tea, pouring it from a great height. The aeration intensifies the flavour of the mint, he tells me. I pick up the glass, sniff it, and then close my eyes and take a mouthful. This is invigorating tea, hot but refreshing. A gentle breeze wafts through the courtyard and cools me. It’s really time to sleep, but I pick up Elias Canetti’s book, The Voices of Marrakesh, and compare his impressions and experiences with my own as the fountain plays gently in the background. I look up from what I am reading to watch the rose petals forming a mosaic in the ruffled water and listen to the rhythmic music that Canetti describes and that accompanies me into the medina every day. I see birds pecking for food under the palm-trees and banana plants or gathering material for the nests that they will build here, in my house, in my riad, in my own private world. It’s a world that gives me deep inner peace and creates a sense of timelessness; it somehow enables me to ignore the pressure to fragment and regiment my day and simply to allow things to happen, to get through what has to be done in perfect harmony with my environment.
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