Journalist? Not yet.
Sagacious? You judge.
You’re working for Poketudiant Magazine but you’re no journalist yet. There’s a festival that you badly want to attend but you won’t get your Press Card before September. What do you do?
Monday, 26th June 2017:
Eager to go to Festival Gnaoua, I start visualizing myself in Essaouira walking down its windy streets, eating sea food and dancing with hot girls. I ask my cousin if there is an available seat for me in her car. « Sorry. The car is full », She said. Her words felt like ice cubes on my heart. I travel back with my dreams to reality where I am now at work, unable to stop thinking about my fantasies.
Boom! Dream is dead!
My phone has always been on air plane mode if not silent. But today, for no specific reason, I changed my ringing tone feeling like an important call is coming.
Few minutes later, I feel the vibration in my pocket. My cousin is calling. Is this the call I am waiting for?
The conversation goes as following.
« Hello, how are you doing? »
« Let’s cut the bull. I’ve got you a seat in the car and we’re hitting the road first thing tomorrow morning. Are you in? »
(My mind’s already in Essaouira)
« Is that even a question? »
One day later. Right at the Borj Bab Marrakech’s gate where Hindi Zahra is performing. No one is allowed an entrance without his Press Card or a ticket that costs 250 DH. « I didn’t cross that road for nothing », I say to myself. I then call my boss and ask him to make a Photoshoped Press Card and, given that being cool is not one of his problems, he does as asked and texts me the picture. I print in a flashlight speed and get back in the hope of making plan B work.
Fake badge on my chest, slow steps to increase confidence and fluent English to sound like a native. I penetrate the first gate and get stopped by a security guard who let me in just to avoid the embarrassment of a conversation in a language he doesn’t understand a word. All that is left on the way IN is another gate; certainly more severe but definitely has its flaws. And it’s my job to find them.
I hear an argument going in French between a multilingual Security Guard and a French journalist. She, a blond beautiful girl from France 24, had an arranged interview with the night’s star; Hindi Zahra, but she wasn’t given IN for reasons they were trying to sort out with phone calls. Bottom line is I heard and understood the whole conversation but decided not to take part so they’d think I don’t understand. The journalist is finally good to enter as comes my turn to convince the execrable muscle (the guard). I told him I was with the journalist for the interview. She in French, me in English. He nodded. Next thing I hear is ? Standing on your two knees baby, tell me what do you need … Ohhhh!!! ?
As easy as it keeps crossing my mind, every system is vulnerable. You just have to use your brain and follow Poketudiant Mag.