I have never been to Tangiers.
But I want to go.
I want to walk those streets.
Smell the hashish and lamb.
When I was in Istanbul,
I felt the calling to go there.
Istanbul is a confusion.
Not ready to live fully.
Copenhagen is trying,
But failing miserably.
It believes fancy shops and posh clubs are real.
I loved every minute walking it.
God is not considered.
The Other is too demanding.
He/She is too mysterious.
Like snow in July.
wkm
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