en It is the morning in Marrakech and on the roof of Zahia Enthoven, "Palacio de Medina charming and well decorated necrotizing", frequented by generations of happy few ruin by the end of the century. From there, fondled by the desert wind, with "aromas of cinnamon, with the dew, the fog, he believes that the theft of the transfers, the national ballet of spyware already in use. It is a time of" perfect". But is it home? Is was it ya long as the kum Getty "priestess of the religion of the risks.