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A Foreigner’s Love for Morocco Brought Back Some Memories

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Here’s a link to the post on Reddit.

It’s good to hear you’ve had a great experience — Morocco is one of those underrated countries that not everyone here appreciates, sadly.

 

When I was 15, I met a rich middle-aged Australian dude named Vincent — through my dad’s cousin who worked for him — who owned a lot of property in Asilah. He was hilarious. Too bad, my English vocabulary wasn’t as rich back then, so we didn’t talk much, but I remember spilling Coca Cola all over me, and going like, “Oh, sh*t!” While we were at the beach, so my dad, and Vincent’s American friend, Ricky, just kept smiling while Vincent was like, “Wow, you have a good pronunciation!”

 

I didn’t know “f*ck on!” made sense back then until years later. Some of his Moroccan acquaintances were talking about some huge land for sale, and he got frustrated while waiting for some guy to translate, so he’d whisper to me, “Hey, hey, f*ck on!”, rolling his eyes in their direction. I knew he was tired of their sh*t — in a humorous way — by the look on his face, but I didn’t know “f*ck on” meant “come on!” back then. 🤣 Years later, my dad told me that Vincent was super happy that he finally got a Moroccan ID.

 

I must admit, it took me a while to learn to love, and appreciate my country, but never in a messed up dogmatic way; only in a pragmatic way. I’m a simple guy with no self-entitlement issues, so just the fact that there are no wars, and the Internet is not censored makes me a happy Moroccan. I don’t care much about education or healthcare or any of that, simply because there’s no point in beating myself up over things I can’t control, so I’d rather focus on what’s good for me than act like a fussy self-righteous activist.