In March 2023, I experienced a profound sense of sadness and felt an urgent need to seek solace in a change of environment. I desired a change of environment, a shift in the atmosphere. I made the spontaneous decision to visit Marrakesh, Morocco. As a financially constrained student, the relatively low cost of living and affordable airfare made this destination accessible. I was uncertain as to the duration of my stay, which might extend beyond a week. Nevertheless, I was compelled to seek a period of respite from the pressures of daily life.

Upon arrival, however, a sense of displacement set in. I was struck by the precariousness of many locals, which led me to reflect on the contrast between my situation as a student in debt and their ability to live comfortably. This realization is a cause for concern. I consume a 5-euro portion of couscous while they labor under an already sweltering sun, with temperatures exceeding 30 degrees Celsius, which is only the beginning of March. 
In this environment, I was forced to question my legitimacy to travel. Do I truly belong in this context? To confront these concerns, I choose to utilize 
my half-broken film camera and washi films, which are known for producing unpredictable results. I embark on a journey through the streets, obser
-ving and documenting. I find comfort in the idea that the outcome may not be visible or may never materialize.