Tangier, the city that never sleeps
/I remember when I was a child, I often went to Tangier, the city that me with its mystery. Indeed, no matter if it’s day or night, the streets are rarely empty. The explanation I received each time concerning this phenomenon was summed up in the fact that half the population sleeps the day to wake up at night! True or not, I leave you the pleasure of checking.
We all have that quite undecided side: we are seduced by modernity and novelty, without however being insensitive to the charm of tradition, of authenticity.
In Tangier, when you're at the table of a restaurant, in a hotel room or just in the street, all intersect, starting with the landscape of minarets and church steeples pointing their heights in the city, at the medina or at the heights of Cap Spartel.
So many memories related to Tangier the mysterious, Tangier the cosmopolitan. It is often said that Tangier cries those who have not seen, and that those who have seen her cries once they’re away.
After ten years of absence, I'm back. In mutation since a decade, the city of Tangier knew how to keep its charm. As for my childhood friends, I cannot find them anymore. They dreamed of trespassing the strait and they did. Young Tangier I had known ten years ago were much more interested in commerce than in studies ... I found this sad.
At the time, Tangier wore a very heavy label, the tough label of city of all smugglings, refuge city and illegal clandestine Moroccan and sub-Saharian immigrates passage heading for Europe, a paradise for corruption and fundamentalist stronghold, shelter and transit for the drug mafias, smuggling and prostitution of all kinds, lovers of female flesh and also a nest of paedophiles and pederasts.
I wondered before coming here... Is Tangier was always the same she was 10 years ago? The answer that I am at the moment is: No, Today the city is experiencing unmatched real estate frenzy and afraid to lose her soul on it. Tangier is slowly but surely getting rid of the hard tag she wore before. Tangier is no longer the rebel and neglected child of the kingdom, and she’s firmly decided to leave the slump in which she’s been drowning in since more than four decades.
The city of Detroit is intended, in the government agenda, to become a major regional development center, a lively interface between Morocco, Europe and the world.
Between the new and impressive port of Tangier-Med (10 billion Dirham), multiple tourism projects, industrial and residential applications at Universal Exposition and the many cultural events (international jazz festival, national film festival, book festival, etc.), Tangier is not idle anymore. Tangier does not sleep anymore.
I remember when I was a child, I often went to Tangier, the city that me with its mystery. Indeed, no matter if it’s day or night, the streets...