Except this isn’t glamorous Hollywood or X-Factor, this is in the main tourist square in Marrakech, Morocco. It’s hot, it’s dusty, it’s LOUD. Imagine being passed from person to person, from head to shoulder and back again all day long. Sometimes you are squeezed into the dark cage on the ground with other youngsters and other times you are pulled around on the floor made to perform tricks.
Life didn’t start like this. Your earliest memory was grasping onto your
Lets end this madness for good.