マラケシュに到着。排気ガスの匂いや音、早速漂う異国間に胸が高まる。 到着したのはもう夕方だったから、今夜は宿の近くのスークを見にいく。ここの人たちはなにに対してもお金を要求してくる。 「写真撮らせて。」「金をくれ。」 断る私にいいからいいからと言いながら無理やりヘナタトゥーを施し金をくれ。しかもめっちゃボッてくる。いい加減にしてくれ。早速私のイライラは高まるが、それよりも久しぶりのこの異文化な空間がとにかく心地いい。ああ、これが今回の旅なんだな。 Arrived to Marrakesh. The smell of exhaust, dust, sweat of people, noise, all those foreignness are floating in the air. My heart immediately starts racing. It was already in the evening. So decided to wonder through the “Souk” near the riad (traditional Moroccan style hotel). People here ask for money literary…

The night before the trip, I was still editing the photos from a recent family photo shoot. I just dropped my daughter off and came home around 11pm. I hadn’t packed anything yet. On that night, I was little nervous. Maybe because I still had so many things I needed to finish before boarding. But…

Traveling to me is a way of returning to myself.By feeling something new, fresh, strange, sad… any emotion that reconnects me with my purest feelings. That makes me feel I’m alive. If someone happens to feel something through the way I see the world like curiosity, familiarity, or even a small connection, that mean a…