Anyone who emigrates leaves a piece of themselves behind in their homeland. There is always an empty space, a space that must be filled during the summer holiday. During those weeks, the children of migrants are exposed to the best parts of their mother country, are suddenly surrounded by family members on a daily basis and get to see the loveliest places. Their homeland begins to resemble an ideal world.

My summers in Morocco were like a dream. Something I looked forward to all year. So how could it be that some of my family in Morocco dreamed of a life in the Netherlands?

With that question in mind, I travelled around Morocco. I found what I was missing in the Netherlands, met people who looked like me and immersed myself in places that no tourists ever visit.

Dreamland is my Morocco. A place of warmth, freedom and trust. A place where I can completely be myself.