"Every winter I make this trip to Marrakech to escape the bitter cold of the mountains, desert or the sea, but also because I feel the need to come to terms with what happened that night here in Jemaa, on which hung the feeling of something wrong, even when the two strangers had made their first appearance, which would prove to be the last. In fact, they are my torment. "
In the famous Jemaa el Fna, the main square overlooking the medina of Marrakech, attentive listeners and passers-by gather around for years to Hassan, a storyteller who loves to recall the story of a couple of foreigners, gone one night a few years earlier . Everyone in the Jemaa el Fna had noticed the young American, bright and beautiful, accompanied by that Indian enigmatic, everyone had been hypnotized, and now seem to see them again appear and disappear in the alleys of the medina, in flashes of images evoked and memories.
