CARTES AL MEU FILL
“I’m told often that I don’t look like a Moroccan, as if they were paying me a compliment. “Why do you get angry, boy, if all I wanted was to cheer up your day?” an old lady said to me once. During my teenage, what really bothered me was, on one hand, the constant pointing at the stigmatizing difference and, on the other, the attempt to reward me with a born natural European costume or, even better, an almost-European costume”.
Saïd El Kadaoui was born in Morocco in 1975 and lives in Catalonia since he was seven years old. Now he is writing to his son Elies these letters full of tenderness, irony and humor, but above all full of intelligence and critical spirit. A brave and new approach to migration, the relationship between us and the others, the personal identity and the feeling of belonging to one culture or more.
“What is the scariest thing of a person who is different is not that difference, but all the similarities held with us. Recognize them would mean that today you are the stranger, but tomorrow it could be me”.
