As stunning and magic as Fez is, «the forgotten» embodies the opposite, a dark side assembled by excluded people who almost nobody takes care of, so deprived they are hardly noticed, not even looked at. I wonder, would the Medina be different if they weren´t there?
One passes by them in the Medina, but doesn´t really see them. Always with their hands open, asking for a coin or maybe food, I wouldn ´t know, for we speak different languages. But images are a universal language, and I wanted to remember their faces, I wanted them to be seen, to be witnessed by others and, perhaps shed some light over the invisibles and turn them into visible human beings.
This is a reality you would find if you travel to Fez. Just wanted you to be ready to cope with it.