A French Moroccan and his Shaman

This post is about a funny french artist living in Essaouira named Damien. He happened to notice me on my bike in some god-lost village near Essaouira. He was walking with his shaman, an old moroccan man full of wisdomness and depthity, and said, “nice bike dude!”.

Here I am with Ashak, the old shaman, in his home. This is a photo of his whole home, which wasn’t hard to take considering it measures 4 square meters.

This is a picture of the Mellah, the jewish neighborhood in which they live. Their ceilings are literally falling on their heads, and none of these buildings are abandoned. Bottom line is, I spent one week in Damien’s house in Essaouira, amazing place of material poverty, inner wealth, and above all compassion. Life’s good guys!