Yussuf
Yussuf, 2010.
A picture of Yussuf, right on the border literally between Ceuta and Morocco. I had been keeping an eye on him for a couple minutes, shuffling slowly across the border, when he grabbed and greeted me in Danish. So, we fell into chatting in a jumble of four languages (including Swedish), and it turned out that he lived in Copenhagen for a period in the sixties. Sadly I lost him when I was turned back at the border control to go back for a stamp, but I hope I can find Yussuf again in Tetouan.
Update April 10: I couldn’t.
