Morocco, men, women, dreams and illusions: the desert creates images that make everyone start to dream. The colors, the sunsets, the dromedaries with which tourists ride through the dunes and don't skimp on charms from a clichéd fairytale world. 1001 Nights as a poster headline!

The radiant smiles of young men with exotic turban ties on their heads can make even hardened women melt. With our home-grown feminism in the third generation, we have trained our men quite well and unfortunately, as a result, we have also made them insecure. A smile, a compliment, or starting a conversation with a woman could be considered a stupid come-on. And fewer and fewer men want to expose themselves to this danger. No wonder that here in Morocco some women from our world are attracted by a charming approach from the opposite sex.

But there is also justifiable caution required! Quite a few of these men know how to seduce women. Who thinks about what could happen next when spending a night together under the stars? For some women it is a “bargain”, for some it begins a path of suffering that is fueled by illusions, wishes and hopes.  

In my stories about Morocco I would like to shed light on both sides and talk about them. I'm currently sitting on the plane back to Germany writing my blog and as luck would have it, I'm sitting next to Nadja, a Moroccan who was born and raised in Holland. We are talking about women in Morocco and in the Western world. On my travels I talk a lot with people and through my open-heartedness I open doors and learn a lot about people, the country and its people. I want to write about that.

Seduction, foreplay and afterplay

The men here already know how to seduce women from Europe and how to proceed. Once you have a fish on the hook, you won't let it go so easily. Life in Morocco is tough and there is a lot of competition between people. Especially those related to business!

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

Especially for women who no longer feel seen by men in Germany, the African continent is an invitation to “life is not over yet!” Women feel seen here. And who wants to fall into the league of the unseen after 50?

We women tend to lose our minds and our intuition for this kind of attention.

For too long we have hidden our longing for the opposite sex from ourselves and have built up a protective mechanism that no longer allows us to feel our primal needs. A yoga class or ice bath doesn't always help. However, if the man is penetrative enough, he can manage to get the woman on his side. The language is sweet, enticing and promising. It just takes time and patience! And this virtue is something that these men here have in abundance. But I wouldn't like to leave out the stories of women who have set up their retirement home here and are making men their own. Personally, I met two women from Europe who have become quite disreputable because they seduce young men, almost children, with alcohol and then sexually assault them. I

There are scary and cruel things all over the world. It's the same everywhere. We don't need to point fingers at others.  

My personal experiences

I can talk about a lot of things here because I have been visiting this country for over 12 years and have seen a lot of Morocco men and women.
In 2012 I was in Morocco for the first time and I fell into one of these traps of seduction and longing.
I lost a lot: my self-worth, my self-respect and ended up becoming depressed.
However, after years of ons and offs, back and forth, I finally managed to get out of this toxic and attached relationship.
But not only did I lose, I also gained so much knowledge.
Especially about me. From the beginning of this healing journey it was a journey into my femininity. Today this is my topic with which I support women: to live a healthy femininity, to discover the queen within, to live it and to act accordingly. There is nothing more valuable than developing and living love for yourself. If this self-love is strong, then the woman will no longer allow herself to be hurt. She will have so much courage within her and, if it doesn't feel good to her, she will leave the field with a clear head held high. Her clear decisions make her the QUEEN.

In order to recognize yourself, you need exactly these experiences. In the form of a relationship that reflects exactly what is inside you on the outside. And so my unpleasant relationship experience showed me how little appreciation and love I really had left for myself. Every relationship is important and always right: Life wants to see us grow and blossom. And then all experiences are needed, sometimes even the “apparently” bad experience.

Years later, when I met a man with a completely different energy level, life showed me how much I had worked on my femininity and self-love.

Since then I have felt this more strongly than ever before. He is confident and he can hold me in all my emotions. He knows that a strong man needs the right woman by his side in order to grow. And I know that a woman needs a man who offers her security, guidance and love in order to trust him and open up. Only then can she give him her heart and devote herself. I know of stories that are deceptive. I meet women who live in the same bubble of illusion that I once lived in a long time ago. That's probably why I can perceive it better. My look doesn't deceive me. My sympathy is there. Unfortunately, I can't help her out of this because I know that people have their own experiences and certainly won't let me spoil their appetite. Most people think it's different for me. Hope dies last and the longing for some love is too great, omnipotent and present.

A little joke on the side:
An Italian goes into a flower shop and asks the saleswoman to choose a beautiful card.
She finds one and it says: You are the only one! Yes, I'll take the one with 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.
Just for professional reasons. But I also meet women in Morocco.

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

She wears a beautiful, elegant, beige, glittering headscarf, which gives her such a quiet grace that immediately inspires me. This woman is special. Shortly afterwards I know why. She lives between two cultures. Her name is Nadja and she is in her early 40s. Married to a Dutch Moroccan, they have two children. When she speaks to me, we are already on the topic. She asks me what I think of today's Moroccan woman.  

I think about it and think about my conversations with women in Morocco.

On the one hand, there is this older woman from Agadir who waves to me as I get on the bus and holds a space next to her. Aisha needs to talk. When I asked her if she was married, she got really temperamental! The no is fervent and convincing! She can see from her sister, who shares 4 children with her husband, how alone she is with this. Her eyes roll back. Can you imagine, I wonder, that this man just comes home and sleeps? He brings the money home, but he doesn't do anything else! Nothing at all! These types of men want their slippers executed and when the wives' complaining becomes too much, they leave the house and go to a coffeehouse. There they then meet other henpecked men. They are back home for dinner.

No, says Aischa, I want to determine the time in my life myself. I don't want to go without my needs until the end of my days. I would have liked to know what needs she was talking about, but I had to back out again.

Back to Nadja.

She talks about her observations of women in Morocco and Holland.
I learn from her that women in Morocco today are very clear about their needs and insist on having them met. And of course they get their demands met! Women in Holland behave differently towards men. They are concerned about satisfying the man and tend to forego their own demands. Yes, I say to her, maybe you're right. In any case, this is something I had to learn as a woman: taking my needs seriously and standing up for them.

It is so logical and obvious that a woman who knows her worth and expresses her demands is given all the status.

The young women in Morocco are no longer willing to live the life that their mothers and grandmothers used to live. They really had to work incredibly hard. Nadja's mother had 7 children of her own and when her husband died, she was advised to get married again so that things would get better for her. But the truth was that she then raised a total of 14 children and was therefore pretty much alone.

There is change everywhere. Even if this rebellion of women is not visible, it is noticeable. Young women in Morocco today don't think much of the men in their country. They say they are womanizers! They're no good. They would rather not have a man than someone who doesn't understand how he should treat a woman.

Sex is also a disaster. 

Shortly before our plane lands, Nadja tells me what women think about their husbands' sex practices.
I laugh out loud! I won't tell you here now.

And once again I notice how wonderful the exchange between women is.
It was an entertaining encounter with so much openness.
I gave her my card. We stay in touch.

Life hardship, rural exodus and longing for opportunities

It is a sad fact that men and women in Morocco are allowed to study, but then can nail their diploma to the wall forever and ever. Because only those who know someone and get a job can get a job after studying. Looks familiar. Things are similar in Sicily. Nothing works in Bella Sicilia without recommendations and further procedures!

This is also one reason why women leave their country. You are looking for a man who will make it possible for you to work. And of course he is a foreigner. Morocco is a country whose society is based on group membership and it seems almost impossible for everyone, both men and women, to go their own way. Those who go often live a double life. Shame and shame are instilled from early childhood. Similar to the lying morality of our clergy, this is no different. Just with a different clergy.

Around the world, our cultures, ways of life and ideas are currently being questioned and are in complete change.

We in the Western world are gradually realizing how much we have been prisoners of concepts of patriarchy and churches. We understand that it is time to live self-determination. And that we can bring our paradise here on earth. May. Yes, even MUST!  

This insight will remain hidden in Morocco for a long time.
In small and large ways. The family starts with YOU. And so this time is also an invitation to change our relationships and connections.

Gender roles can be reconsidered.
The man can take his place again.
The woman too. This is the only way attraction can arise.

Poles attract each other. That's why it's 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 is called: Sex and Lies . Conversations with women from their homeland.

There is a lot to do in our world.

Connecting with nature: desert, forest and sea

My desert retreats and desert trips are also about connecting with 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. We want to feel life within ourselves and bring it to the outside world.
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 also carry scars.
The scars of their fathers and grandfathers. The longing for feeling, for life is strong. 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 travels: LONGING FOR ORIGIN.
Being in a caravan with nomads offers a space designed to
FEEL and CELEBRATE LIFE and CONNECT.
The great field of nothing is so rich in abundance! It invigorates the senses and heightens awareness.

Sooner or later there is always something that stirs. Information about my various trips can be found

desert travel I offer desert trips specifically for men and desert trips specifically for women.
Group trips for all genders are being planned from 2025,

Tai chi, yoga, dance, music, hiking and much more!

My retreats and trips on these topics
also take place in the Ore Mountains Just right for people who are looking for inspiration to live a better and more beautiful life. To be fascinated and inspired. In my accompaniment I work with the body and mind (dance, yoga, tai chi).

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

We transform stumbling blocks into stones of happiness.