The scene in front of me was timeless, and the two calves stood there looking around with that sort of amazement that human children also have, while hundreds of men in djellaba kept an eye on us. Some were not pleased to see the cameras, but nobody was openly hostile.
Farming and production of livestock is a very significant part of the Moroccan economy.
Someone had warned us not to go to the souk where animals are sold, because we would be heartbroken. She was right. It was difficult to watch double deck trucks with no ramps, leg shackling, lifting or dragging animals by their legs and their fleece, and no water for the animals. Apparently there is no law about the farm animals welfare.
Then it came to my mind that I have seen lots of abuse also at the markets in the so-called western countries, where there are good laws, but they are often not enforced. That didn’t make me feel any better but it kind of cleared up my thoughts from prejudice.
I have hundreds of photos of this souk, but I am still not ready to go through them all. Some still hurt.
Paula da Silva