«Hindistan?» Our Turkish friends shake their heads. Allah Allah – that doesn’t bode well. «India is something else!», they warn. Different to Turkey in any case. And yet: there are carpets here too. And sellers.
Sitting on sunbaked tarraces, gazing at the red walls and the storks nesting on the roofs. The young woman finds she can’t shake off Morocco. And then she finds her «carpet for life«.