There is a certain speech to some buildings that I hear. I don't know why.
Perhaps the fact that they're surrounded by modern construction of a roaring Casablanca in the city center yet manage to keep such a mystery and poverty of the old days in their looks.
Or because these are the places that get impregnated with their inhabitants or that do the inverse.
Or just an old forgotten memory resonating in some way or another through these crowded quiet roofs.