Transforming the Mode of Production in Morocco

    Sitting outside her home located on a dirt road in the village center, the old lady observes the passers-by while basking in the sunlight and the green surroundings that have replaced the cold. Heavy rain in the winter had brought life back to the wells and springs. However, the lady complains that “strangers” had “invaded” her village, muttering whenever any of them passes by. “Strangers” have not been welcomed in the village, as evidenced by the old lady’s words that “they are not like us.” On their part, “strangers” are aware of the hostile glances directed at them and the resentful words mumbled by the villagers. Many laugh at the brutal honesty of the old lady, but she explicitly says what others only stammer. Her words do not make it to the media and at any rate, it’s easy to ignore criticism when it’s expressed by an illiterate villager. 
Grim and ill-dressed, strangers came to the village from other regions in Morocco that had been hit with drought. After months, though, their faces brightened up and their outfits looked much better. The old lady’s position from them hasn’t been altered, though. She believes that the “original” residents of the village remain more honorable and generous than others.