Phone numbers wanted!

She was cruising in the city – relaxed and worriless. The setting sun was turning already pink buildings of Marrakech into flaming red and the evening shadows were growing longer and longer. The bustling life of the nightly Djemaa el-Fna was getting into it’s groove. She enjoyed being alone, she was free to satisfy her every wish without worrying about anyone else. But was she indeed alone?

Somebody had been observing her, somebody with unkind intentions, waiting for the right moment. A moment to take what he wanted, after all that’s what he was here for.

She decided to go to eat and strolled lazily into the thick crowd of Djemaa el-Fna. He saw his opportunity .. - he reached his hand and with a moment of a second he was gone, leaving her without a mobile phone.

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Good riddance with the mobile! It was an old almost prehistorical piece of **** anyway, but the unfortunate part is that along with the mobile he also got all your phone numbers .

So, please, everybody reading this, drop me a line or send me an sms, so i could regain your digits. That goes to my fluffy foreign friends as well :). In short, everybody.

Big big thanks;