Khourigba

In Khourigba we're hosted by Aliah, a woman who only speaks arabic. She received precise directions about how to welcome us by his husband, a friend of Ale who lives in Italy and takes care of her and their four daughters periodically sending them money.

For this reason the family is considered a quite wealthy one in the town. In this sense their social status has been raised by emigration and it seems to be a costume of emigrants to come back with new cars and technological goods, as a demonstration of their improved economical condition.

In Aliah's house we counted three televisions, three stereos and a dvd player, an amount of technology definitely fuzzy respect to the style of life of the family.

Khouribga is a small town in the country side, there is no economic growth, no jobs beyond the commercial activities visible along the streets, which are partly the result of investments made by emigrants.
Still, many people just spend their time waiting for the night to come.

I decide to take advantage of these slow rithms and find the time to learn some Arab words from the kids of the family, while they are content with leafing through my diary and a song book of Fabrizio De André.