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One day, a few years later, those who remained in our
group, those who had resisted the sirens of Tangier and who had clung to the
banns of Ibn Khatib to slip timidly out of the walls of Bab el Fahs, towards
the third circle.
The Rex cinema was heavily overhanging the Grand
d'Occident, a mentally impassable border between us and the European world.
from the third circle, not knowing where to head between Mauritania, Goya, Roxy
and Lux…the four cardinal points of our imminent cinephilia.
It was the end of the magic and the beginning of a
beautiful love story with the image.
Noureddine Sail
