Lying down on the sand and touching with every millimeter of the back’s skin every single grain of sand.

Walking down the streets of Marseille, in June. Going along the Cannebiere avenue while hearing the honks of cars and motorcycles and feeling the touch of wind cooling your skin.

Looking at the commercial streets of Rabat, from your riad, while the tenderness of a sun ray touches your face.

Through all the Mediterranean stimulations, the body desires one thing. To take the time to live.