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up from there. All you need to do is to get to the nearest dock in Rabat and there will be a long bearded guy waiting for you but you need to bring some money otherwise he won’t take you. Ismail and I nodded and turned off the computer. As we were preparing to leave, the old lady started to wake up but we ran off just in time before she could see us. We ran to the streets, took the nearest taxi and drove to the port. As we were driving I was slowly closing my eyes and soon I drifted away into dreams.
It was 2.00 am when I heard a faint sound that sounded like Ismail but once I woke up, to my surprise, it was an Arabian cab driver shouting us to get out of the car. Ismail took my hand as we jumped out of the taxi. I was scratching my head and asked Ismail, “Where are we?”