I have never seen so many happy children. In Madagascar I didn´t look at them because it was painful and I felt extremely ashamed of myself.

But here I love them. They all are so happy, so alive. They play together in the streets, they are dirty and they scream, and scream!

Here where I live there are three children. The older boy in a teenager, the young boy is 9 years old and he just started learning French at school, so he greets me screaming BONJOUR or the verb être every-time that he sees me; and then there is the little girl. She is 4 years old, a little devil that sometimes I would love to chain to a chair to calm her down.

Every-time that I come back home, there is a friend at the door screaming her name and calling her to play outside. And this is what these kids have more than a lot of other children: they really know how to play. They don´t have toys, they have each other. 

The little girl just has two stuffed animals and she is a happy kid. She plays and uses her fantasy. 

These are real children, these are simple children, these are dirty children. And they are beautiful. 

Fekla Es-Soufla, Morocco 2015 @pandaonavespa
Fekla Es-Soufla, Morocco 2015 @pandaonavespa
Flekla Es-Soufla, Morocco 2015 @pandaonavespa
Flekla Es-Soufla, Morocco 2015 @pandaonavespa
Jorf, Morocco 2015 @pandaonavespa
Jorf, Morocco 2015 @pandaonavespa

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