After the long mountain travel we finally came to the golden valley full of Moroccan dust. We met grandfather of our friend Abdulrahman in medieval castle which lied on the bloody red earth. Air smelled sweet with fruits and flowers making us insane and enlightened. The grandfather was so old I couldn't imagine him outside these ancient walls. He smiled and nodded to me. He was real berber, desert cat whose hood is fool with thousand and one nights. The moon was upend. Except that old key keeper we found genie in a turbid fountain and also many questions and dizzy feelings. Moroccan sorcery was deep everywhere.