Outside my building in Casablanca in the Maarif neighborhood, down the street from the biggest soccer stadium in Africa, there were a lot of guys who hung around, carrying their tea cups down by their sides, not doing much every day. One of them was an entrepreneur and spoke better English - Jordan. He sold oysters by the street freshly cut open. I had …
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