"No one can meet you in Marrakech. My friend agreed to meet you in secret, but withdrew because he was afraid of the consequences. ”The text message from my contact in the Moroccan capital Rabat ticks in during the first breakfast in a riad in Marrakech, not far from the well-known square of Djemaa El Fna, where tourists, sellers and visitors alike flock to each other. "He is afraid that the police are extra attentive to what happened to the Norwegian delegation," I read on the screen.
Djemaa El Fna Square is a magnet, both for foreign tourists and for locals. When darkness falls, they gather here, shoulder to shoulder on narrow benches. They eat and chatter in the scent of steaming mint tea mixed with us of tangine and couscous from the many food stalls that open as soon as it gets dark. At Djemaa El Fna holds. . .