And accompanied by the appalling fear of being found and then arrested on the spot by the police. But making this choice is not enough: you have to be able actually to realise your wish — and the obstacles are legion. I learned that I could not be homosexual, have an abortion or cohabit. By losing her virginity, a woman automatically tips over into criminality, which of course is no laughing matter. With the years and the distance, I have surely forgotten quite how difficult it is to live without the freedoms that have become so natural to me. The choice, for us, cannot be compared with that made by young women in the west because in Morocco it is tantamount to a political statement, however unwitting. This is the price of your humiliation. Everyone knew that dozens of couples could be found there every day: young and old, adulterous couples and schoolchildren in love, rich and poor, all propelled by the wish for a little intimacy in the shade of the eucalyptus trees.