By popular demand, I'll tell you how I ended up in Morocco. It's no secret that my health over the past two years has left much to be desired. As part of a project to try various esoteric and not-so-esoteric methods to fix it, I decided to do what many prominent literary figures did before me. Namely, to dash off "to the waters" — in my case, the waters of the ocean. I was looking for the easy way out. The easiest option turned out to be joining a friend of a friend. For many years now, he's been leaving our frosty region during the wintertime, heading with his wife and son to the African continent, to the Kingdom of Morocco.
