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Marrakech
George Orwell
As the corpse went past the flies left the restaurant table i
n a cloud and rushed after it, but they came back a few minutes l ater.
The little crowd of mourners -- all men and boys, no women--thread ed their way across the market place between the piles of pomegranat es and the taxis and the camels, walling a short chant over and ov er again. What really appeals to the flies is that the corpses her
e are never put into coffins, they are merely wrapped in a piece o
f ra
g and carried on a roug
h wooden bier on the shoulders of fou
r friends. When the friends get to the burying-ground they hack a
n oblong hole a foot or two deep, dump the body in it and flin
g over it a little of the dried-up, lumpy earth, which is like bro ken brick. No gravestone, no name, no identifying mark of any kin
d. The burying-ground is merely a huge waste of hummocky earth, lik
e a derelict building-lot. After a month or two no one can even b e certain where his own relatives are buried.
When you walk through a town like this -- two hundred thousan
d inhabitants of whom at least twenty thousand own literally nothin
g except the rags they stand up in-- when you see how the peopl
e live, and still more how easily they die, it is always difficul t to believe that you are walking among human beings. All colonia
l empires are in reality founded upon this fact. The people have br own faces--besides, there are so many of them! Are they really th
e same flesh as your sel
f Do they even have names Or are they mer ely a kind of undifferentiated brown stuff, about as individual as b
ees or coral insects They rise out of the earth,they sweat and sta rve for a few years, and then they sink back into the nameless mou nds of the graveyard and nobody notices that they are gone. And eve n the graves themselves soon fade back into the soil. Sometimes, ou t for a walk as you break your way through the prickly pear, yo
u notice that it is rather bumpy underfoot, and only a certain regu larity in the bumps tells you that you are walking over skeleton
s.
I was feeding one of the gazelles in the public gardens.
Gazelles are almost the only animals that look good to eat when t hey are still alive, in fact, one can hardly look at their hindquar ters without thinking of a mint sauce. The gazelle I was feeding se emed to know that this thought was in my mind, for though it too
k the piece of bread I was holding out it obviously did not lik
e me. It nibbled nibbled rapidly at the bread, then lowered its hea d and tried to butt me, then took another nibble and then butted a gain. Probably its idea was that i
f it could drive me away the bre ad would somehow remain hangin
g in mid-air.
An Arab navvy working on the path nearby lowered his heavy hoe an
d sidled slowly towards us. H
e looked from the gazelle to the brea d and from the bread to the gazelle, with a sort o
f quiet amazemen t, as though he had never seen anythin
g quite like this before. Fin ally he said shyly in French: "1 could eat some of that bread."
I tore off a piece and he stowed it gratefully in some secret pl ace under his rags. This man is an employee of the municipality.
When you go through the Jewish Quarters you gather some idea of w hat the medieval ghettoes were probably like. Under their Moorish Moo