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    Looking for Hamza

    ​Hamza and I grew up together. We were kids, then teens, and we’re still in touch. I remember the stories he would tell me after each summer in Morocco with his family, that time of the year we could not be together for a while. So when I first visited Morocco recently, I wanted to depict those stories, and imagine him by my side. This is the diary of the trip we never had. N’habek, khouya!

    Looking for Hamza