I wrote this as a weekly assignment for one of my journalism courses during my time in Morocco. Our professor, journalist extraordinaire Mary Stucky, told us to go out and talk with Moroccans employed in the informal economy. Mind you, this was during the second week we arrived in Morocco and with essentially no language training nor grasp of how exactly the country works. Intimidating? Yes. But sometimes you need someone to kick you in the rear end to get you out of your comfort zone to find out what’s going on in the world. The result? Conversations with motorbike salesmen, my first time covering a protest and a little peek into how the informal economy functions (and factors into much larger economic issues) in Morocco.
RABAT— Motorbike sales and a degree in literature don’t usually share the same resume, but for Houcine Hassoune, 31, that is the case.
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