Moroccan honor

In the evening I told my colleagues. As expected, I received sympathy, one Anelia even called the Rat and insisted that I move in with them or give me a bike. He refused again. The boys were outraged, especially the Moroccan. That night the boys finished their homework half an hour earlier than us. Mohamed, that was my Moroccan friend's name, said he would wait for me outside in the fresh air and give me a ride. I refused. The man lived 5 km away in the neighboring village, in the opposite direction from me, and he was exhausted. However, he said he would do his thing. The truth was that I was secretly happy and relieved. On the way, he told me that as long as we worked together on the site, he would give me a ride every night. That was already a lot.

FIRST CONTACT WITH ITALY – part 1 – I'm going abroad

FIRST CONTACT WITH ITALY – part 2 – I got lost

I started to argue with him that I was uncomfortable, that this was not a solution… in the end I agreed, but only if I paid for the gas… Mohamed refused everything. For him, it was a matter of honor, he couldn’t leave a woman in trouble. He also had a wife and two children, boys, if something happened to me, what an example he would set for them… that’s what Mohamed, a Muslim from Morocco, told me. For the next five days, I walked home with him every night. I wanted to thank him in some way – for once he saved me time, I didn’t have to walk long distances and I was safe. Mohamed never agreed to pay for the gas.

FIRST CONTACT WITH ITALY – part 3 – The Pursuit

FIRST CONTACT WITH ITALY – part 5 – I'm going to Padua

The penultimate night, I at least managed to buy him cigarettes from the street vending machine in front of the apartment, because he smoked his last one while he was waiting for me. Then we had a kind of picnic. I also bought some soft drinks, we sat on the sidewalk and talked – each about himself, about his family, about the morals in the country. He was definitely a progressive, worldly young man. He said that he missed his wife and children, but he couldn't afford to take them here yet, because it was very expensive and he would probably end up going home to Morocco. I thanked him once again, we exchanged Facebook contacts and I went home. The next day, they told me that this was my last night in San Martino, that in the morning I was being transferred to Padua. Again, the same cleaning shops, but with other colleagues, Bulgarians.

FIRST CONTACT WITH ITALY – part 6 – The Sabotage

FIRST CONTACT WITH ITALY – part 7 – Expelled

FIRST CONTACT WITH ITALY – part 8 – A Night Under the Stars and Three Days on Camels

FIRST CONTACT WITH ITALY – part 9 – Subsequent revelations

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