Morocco, men, women, dreams and illusions: The desert creates pictures in which everyone starts dreaming. The colors, the sunsets, dromedars, with which tourists ride through the dunes and do not save with stimuli from a clichéd fairy tale world. 1001 night as a poster heading!

In the bright smile of young men with exotic turban bonds on their heads, hard-boiled women sometimes melt away. In our third generation feminism-made feminism, we trained our men quite well and unfortunately also unsettled as a result. A smile, a compliment or the beginning of a conversation with a woman could be considered stupid. And fewer and fewer men want to expose themselves. No wonder that here in Morocco some women from our world are attracted to a charming speech of the opposite sex.

But there are also legitimate caution! Quite a few of these men know how to seduce women. Who thinks under a free starry sky on a night together, about how to proceed? For some women it is a "bargain", for some a suffering begins, which is fed out of illusion, wishes and hopes. 

I experience stories while traveling

In my stories about Morocco, I would like to illuminate both sides and tell about it. I just sit on my blog on my blog back to Germany and as chance, I am sitting alongside Nadja, a Moroccan woman who was born and grew up in Holland. We talk about women in Morocco and in the western world. On my travels, I talk a lot to people and through my open heart, I open doors and learn a lot about people, land and people. I would like to write about it.

Seduction, prelude and aftermath

The men here already know how they can seduce women from Europe and how to proceed. Once you have a fish on the fishing rod, you won't let it go so easily. Life in Morocco is hard bread and the competition among themselves is very large. Especially those around the shop!

I know quite a few women who send tens of thousands of euros to their men in the desert. They are women who usually have a pronounced helper syndrome and want to help people from Africa. An ancient topic. A drama between poor and rich.

Especially women who no longer feel seen by men in Germany is the African continent an invitation to "Life is not over yet!". Women feel seen here. And who wants to fall into the unseened league from 50?

For this attention, we women are happy to lose mind and intuition. For too long we have covered the longing for the opposite sex in front of ourselves and built up a protective mechanism that no longer makes us feel our original needs. A yoga course or ice pool does not always help. But if the man is penetrating enough, he can manage to pull the woman to his side. The language is cute, tempting and promising. It just takes time and patience! And this virtue is something that these men have extensively.

But I would also like to leave out the stories of women who have set up their age seat here and make men their own. Personally, I met two women from Europe who are very discredited because they seduce young men, almost children, with alcohol and then pass sexually on them. I

There are creepy and cruel things all over the world. That is the same everywhere. We don't need to point to others with our fingers. 

My personal experiences

I can talk about a lot here because I have been visiting this country for over 12 years and have seen a lot from Morocco men and women ..
in 2012 I was in Morocco for the first time and I ran in one of these traps of seduction and longing.
I lost a lot: my self -esteem, my self -esteem and ended up depressed.
After years fed out of on and offs, back and forth, however, I finally made it out of this toxic and adhering relationship.
But I not only lost, I also gained so much knowledge. Especially about me. It was a trip to my femininity from the beginning of this healing trip. Today this is my topic with which I support women: to live a healthy femininity, to discover the queen, to live and act afterwards.
There is nothing more valuable than developing and living love for yourself. If this self -love is strong, the woman will no longer allow to be violated. She will carry so much courage and the field when it is not good to leave her with a clear and raised head. Her clear decisions make her queen.

To recognize yourself, this experiences are needed. In the form of a relationship that reflects exactly what is available inside. And so my unsightly relationship experience showed me how little I had in truth for appreciation and love for myself. Every relationship is important and always correct: life wants to see us grow and bloom. And then you need all the experiences, sometimes the "apparently" bad experience.

When I met an energetically completely different man years later, life showed me how much I had worked on my femininity and self -love. Since then I have been feeling more than ever before. He is confident and he can keep me in all my emotions. He knows that a strong man needs the right woman at his side to grow. And I know that a woman needs a man who offers her security, leadership and love to trust him and open up. Only then can she give him her heart and indulge in.

I know of stories that are deceptive. I meet women who live in the same illusion bubble as I did a long time ago. So I can probably perceive it better. My gaze is not deceptive to me. My sympathy is there. Unfortunately, I can't help her because I know that people have to have their own experiences and certainly do not let me spoil the appetite. Most think it's different with me. Hope dies last and the longing for some love is too big, almight and present.

A little joke on the side:
an Italian goes to a flower shop and asks the seller to choose a wonderful card.
She thinks one and there is: you are the only one! Yes, I take the rose, says the charming Italian.
And do you make 7 cards and 7 roses.

Encounters with women in Morocco

I travel a lot with men in Morocco. For professional reasons alone.
But I also meet women in Morocco.

I meet a woman on the plane to Germany. Your 10-year-old son sits between us.
She speaks to me and we get into conversation. She is Moroccan. Born in Holland.

She wears a beautiful fine beige glittering headscarf, which gives her such a silent grace that inspires me straight away. This woman is special. Shortly afterwards I also know why. She lives between two cultures. Her name is Nadja and is married to a Dutch Moroccan in early 40th. When she speaks to me, we are already on the subject. She asks me what I think of today's Moroccan woman. 

I think and have to think of my conversations with women in Morocco.

On the one hand there is this older woman from Agadir, who waves to me when I started the bus and keeps a place next to me. Aischa is required. When I asked whether she is married, she becomes really spirited! The no is fervently and convincing! She sees her sister, who shares 4 children with her spouse how she is left alone. Your eyes twist. Can you imagine, wonders that this man only comes home and sleeps? He brings the money home, but otherwise he doesn't do anything! Nothing at all! This kind of men want to have their slippers and if the grinding of the wives becomes too much, they leave the house and go to a café house. Then they meet other slippers. They are at home for dinner.

No, says Aischa, I want to determine the time in my life myself. I don't want to do without my needs until the end of my day. I would have loved to know what needs she talked about, but I had to get out again.

Back to Nadja.

She tells about her observations of women in Morocco and Holland. I learn from her that today's women clearly express their needs in Morocco and insist on getting them fulfilled. And of course you get your claims fulfilled! The women in Holland behave differently towards men. You are careful to satisfy the man and do without your own demands.
Yes, I say to her, maybe you're right. In any case, this is something I had to learn as a woman: take my needs important and stand up for it.

It is so logical and obvious that a woman who knows about her value and expresses her claims receives a lot of importance.

The young women in Morocco are no longer willing to live life that their mothers and grandmothers still lived. They really still had to work incredibly. Nadja's mother had 7 her own children and when her husband died, she was advised to marry again so that she would be better. The truth was, however, that she then tall up a total of 14 children and was quite alone.

There is change everywhere. Even if this rebellion of women is not visible, it is noticeable. The young women in Morocco of today don't think much of the men in their country. You are a Womanizer, say! They are not good. They prefer not to want a man who does not understand how to treat a woman.

Sex is also a disaster. 

Shortly before the landing of our plane, Nadja tells me what women think about their men practiced.
I laugh out loud! I won't tell that here.

And again I find out how wonderful the exchange is among women.
It was an entertaining encounter with so much openness.
I gave her my card. We stay in exchange.

Lifestyle, rural exodus and longing for opportunities

It is a sad fact that men and women can study in Morocco, but then they can nail their diploma on the wall forever. Because work after completing his studies only gets the one who knows someone and gets a job. It seems familiar to me. The situation is similar in Sicily. Without recommendation and further procedures, nothing works in Bella Sicilia!

This is also a reason for what women are driven out of their country. You are looking for a man who makes her work possible. And of course that's a foreigner. Morocco is a country whose society is based on group membership and seems almost impossible for everyone, as well as men and women, to go their own way. Those who go often live a double life. Shame and shame are instituted from the earliest childhood. Similar to the lying morality of our clergy, it is no different here. Just with a different clergy.

Our cultures, life forms and ideas are just questioned worldwide and in full change.

In the western world we gradually understand how much we were prisoners of concepts of the patriarchy and churches. We understand that it is time to live self -determination. And that we can bring our paradise to earth here. May. Yes, even have to! 

This knowledge will remain hidden in Morocco for a long time. In the small and large.
The family starts at you. And so this time is also an invitation to change our relationships and connections.

The gender roles can be reconsidered.
The man can take his place again. The woman as well.
This is the only way to argue. Pole attract. So it is important to me to make the poles strong.

There is a literature recommendation from me. Leila Slima, a Moroccan-French author who deals with the problems in her country. One of her books means: sex and lies . Talks with women from their homeland.

There is a lot to do in our world.

Connect to nature: desert, forest and sea

My desert retreats and desert trips are also about combining yourself and others.

Who am I?
Without my roles?
Who am I in the community?
What part do I contribute to this?

It is this connection that many have lost. And every connection begins with ourselves.
In us we would like to feel life and carry it out.
The striving for a full bank account is not the ultimate answer to a good life.

In a conversation with a young man from Germany, I became aware of how young men wear scars away. The scars of their fathers and grandfathers. The longing for feeling, for life is strong.
Regardless of whether the sensations are good or bad, they are the elixir of life.
Part of our society has become zombies. No matter whether young, old, woman or man.

I call my desert trips: longing for origin.
Being a caravan on the way with nomads offers a room that is created to
feel life and celebrate and combine. The big field of nothing is so rich in abundance!
It revives the senses and sharpens consciousness. Sooner or later there is always something that moves.

Information about my various trips can be found on my homepage on desert travel .

I offer desert travel especially for men and desert travel especially for women.
Community trips for all genders are planned from 2025,

Tai-Chi, yoga, dance, music, hiking and much more!

also take place in the Ore Mountains, in the forest, on the lake or on Sicily.
Just right for people who are looking for impulses to live a better and better life. To be fascinated and inspired. In my companion I work with my body and mind (dance, yoga, tai chi).

When I see the glow in people's eyes, I know that they are on the right track to a happy life.

We transform stumbling blocks into lucky stones.