Through my obsession with the south of Morocco, I found myself returning again and again. To breath, to surf, to skate, to jam. It’s a place where time slows down but never stops, where people come to disconnect yet somehow end up facing the truths they were running from.
That’s when I met Boris and Rachid. Both had stumbled into Taghazout for a week, an escape, a reset. But 10 years later, they were still there. Something about their stories felt... unfinished, like a puzzle begging to be solved. And in that moment, it hit me: this wasn’t just their story. It was mine too. That’s when everything began.
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