Young Malika, working as a factory worker near the port of Tangier, asked her unemployed neighbor Azel to show his diplomas. "And you," he continued, "what do you want to do later?" "Leave," she replied. "Leave... that's not a profession!" he protested. "Once I leave, I'll have a profession," she said. "Leave, but where to?" he continued. "Just leave, maybe to there." "Spain?" he suggested. "Yes, Spain, France; I already live there in my dreams," she said. "And do you feel comfortable there?" he inquired. "It depends on the nights," she finally replied.