Escaping the German system, the way how things have to or let’s say should be, the 8-10 hour job 5-6 days a week, the horrible and ice cold isolation and moving to this beautiful country Morocco is the best decision I ever took… I love the freedom here, can work when I like to ( still need to make some money for my living, of course), wear what I want, even a bright pink fleece Pyjama would be fine, don’t need to fix my hair or put make up on, I could sleep all day and come late to appointments- No problem at all, nobody would ever judge me for my laziness, my hair color or my style… 

But like everywhere else in the world we have clouds coming sometimes… Bad, dark clouds with lots of wind, almost storm and rain which makes the little streets soggy, hard to get away with clean shoes and dry feets…

I believe that in Germany we grew up with lots of trust in us, since the day we’re born. We don’t need to fear anything and grew up very secured with everything we need, a warm bed, clothes, toys, a good school, usually both parents always behind us and 3 meals a day. All that is normal for us….

When I walk through Essaouiras streets people are normally very friendly, most of them say hello with a nice smile just because they want to wish you a nice day, without any bad thought… They offer you tea, help you to carry your luggage and finding your ways if getting lost ( Yes, they might ask for some coins but that’s ok ) … 

But sometimes it’s different, I would say especially for a woman walking around by herself, doesn’t matter in the streets, forests around the city or on the beach. Mostly younger men tell you nasty things about your body or what they would like to do with you, they can follow you slowly on your way until they find a silent, lonely corner where they have the chance to speak to you, asking for money or whatever… I usually try to avoid the situation and ignore or tell them that I don’t have anything and that they should go… In a friendly and polite way. It’s actually very good if you can speak the local language because they get a bit nervous and think your might not just a tourist and married to a Moroccan man which can causes more problems for them. Most of this guys leave after a clear message but some are very stubborn. I had a guy blocking my way trying to show me what he has in his trousers, one begged me for some adult activity and another one got upset and attacked me physically… Well it’s not cool at all and you need to be very tough and control the situation to escape in safe ways… 

This kind of behaviour is a real no go at all and shouldn’t has any excuse. You just don’t act this disrespectful and disgusting way to any other person, you just don’t. 

Well,  I know it’s mostly all about education and the way how they live, if they are very poor, hungry and have to care about family members what pushes them to follow people and steal. The sexual  harassment is clearly a result of religious facts which teach them from childhood on that to look at girls or to come close to them is wrong, having a crush or giving a girl a kiss is shame… So they don’t know how to deal with sexuality at all, especially with woman. It follows them all there lifes… I have Moroccan male friends who told me that they grew up these ways and it’s hard for them to live a normal life with respecting the other gender in ways how we Europeans do it. If there is a woman walking around and they are not watched and observed by others than the need to say something or to try some luck is necessary, it comes automatically before the tongue and the brain can even start to work together… And it’s not only about the guys, no, you can also find many Moroccan girls all day studying, covering their hair with a hijab ( the hair scarf) and staying most of the time at home,  but at night when the family sleeps they change their clothes and go to the night clubs with mini skirts, high heels and red lipstick on… Some of them even take the step to earn money as a prostitute, usually meeting older Moroccan and European men…. The topic sexuality is still today, a big issue and a tough topic nobody wants to speak about. It’s like a bird in a cage which escapes if someone forgets to close the door… That can explain also why we have so many sexual harassment and rape cases in Europe… 

It makes me so angry inside when someone treats me so bad and disrespectful, especially if I always try to be friendly and respectful to them and their culture. I don’t even wear short dresses or skirts in public, maybe on the beach where nobody is, yes. It’s actually a very sad reputation for the very nice, good hearted and friendly Moroccans who wouldn’t do any harm to someone else… 

But I guess I’m not alone with this experiences and it’s just a part I need to deal with if I want to live in paradise… The world is actually, not only here but anywhere else also, no pony farm anymore…