We turned onto Mohammed V somewhere in the 2nd hour, and that is where I stopped understanding what I was looking at.
There was no road.
I could not see the surface of that road at any point in any direction. Not one square metre of it. Not in front of the bus, not behind it, not on either side.
4 lanes each way, a central reservation, pavements. Every bit of it people, packed shoulder to shoulder, all the way to where the road bent and I could not see further.
And when we got round the bend it was the same.
It is not that it is big. It is that it has no edges.
You keep waiting to come to the end of it and there is no end of it. It gets round every corner before you do.
"Nadia."
"Coach."
"Where does it stop?"
She looked out at it for a while.
"It does not," she said.
"Nadia. How many is that."
"I do not know, coach."
"Guess."
"No."
"Nadia."
