One day the circus Amar came on the Jemaa El Fna square. What interested me the most was the carnival around the circus. I myself linger with friends to watch the dancer. Back home, I shut myself in a room, and began to dance and imitate the dancer in front of a mirror. A Sunday I went to see them very early. The dancer saw me trying to imitate him and asked me to go on stage to dance beside him. I was happy. I went up, everyone began to applaud. Down, the boss gave me a dirham, and asked me to come back the following Sunday. The following Sunday the circus was gone. That night, I cried a lot.

Daoud Aoulad-Syad

Excerpt from “Djemaa El Fna", Territoires de l'Instant