#stoties

Tens of small and large tents are erected on the golden sand. It is a summer morning, the waves are quiet and inviting. Even more families defy the hot sand and drag their tent, food and kitchen utensils to a free place. The swimming, playing and sunbathing beach guests pay no attention to the man who, at the edge of the beach, gives instructions to a bulldozer that shovels sand into a truck.

Támo shouts at her sisters, little sisters and the children, points to the place where the big tent has to be set up and where the luggage should stand, safe for sand. Satisfied with the collaboration, Támo leaves home to pick up her mother, for whom there was no place in the two taxis, and to collect the rest of the luggage.

The man next to the bulldozer screams and swings violently to draw the attention of the excavator. This one puts his head out of the window, opens his mouth and then his ears; the noise of the machine prevents any understanding. The indolent truck driver finally turns off the engine and gets out of the machine. The man next to the bulldozer points to the truck --a white cloth and a small arm stick out above the sand.

Támo and her mother get out of the taxi and, with their heavy luggage in their hand, they walk across the asphalt to the wide staircase that separates the road from the beach. They can not move further; the view of the beach is hidden from view by the crowd. Támo struggles between the disappointed beach guests, and stands for a crush barrier. "What is going on here?", Támo asks the young policeman. "An investigation is being conducted", he replies. "Research into what?", She asks worriedly. "You will hear it later from others", the agent turns down any further questions. Using her mother as a fence, Támo opens her wallet, pulls out a twenty-dirham note and stops it unnoticed in the policeman's hand. This young man feels it, stops it in his pocket, looks to the left and to the right, pushes the crush barrier a bit further and lets Támo and her mother through.

An ambulance and three police cars are standing on the edge of the beach. Policemen are standing here and there, white coats visit one tent after the other, bothered by curious children. Támo's sisters can not control their impatience to tell their older and disposed-to-listen Támo what they have heard. "An baby has been found, dead, under the sand… The police and the doctor are looking for the mother, the women are not allowed to leave the beach, the men might have, you missed something, then …" The speaker is silent when she hears a man coughing. "Can we come in?", a female voice asks. The doctor, a middle-aged woman, leaves the two agents outside and enters the tent: "The little children have to wait outside", she recommends dry and business-like. She looks into the eyes of the women, gropes their breasts and examines their lower body. "What a mess!", Támo break the silence. "Yes, it certainly is," says the doctor without enthusiasm. "The poor child, it will surely have just been born?", Támo tries to get more information from the doctor. "We do not know that yet, madam". "There are still families who yearn for children, and giving them a child is not forbidden, is it?" "No, but you have to follow the procedures", the dry doctor answers. The doctor is ready, thanks and leaves the tent.

The family has started her lunch. Shouting and loud voices come from the outside. Támo stands up and leaves the tent. A young girl walks between two policemen, sobbing. Behind them, three other women trudge, probably mother and two older sisters, afraid and in tears. The girl disappears in a police car. Támo braves the hot sand, accelerates her pass and stands beside the sad mother. Támo: "What a disaster!" Mother: "God is great, what have we done to deserve this?" Támo: "Where are they taking her?" Mother: "To the police station." Támo: "Can not you go with her?" Mother: "No, only a lawyer can visit her at the police station." Támo: "Shame, that poor child is so afraid, she is not yet fifteen." Mother: "Yes, madam, she is fourteen and the culprit is now at home with his family, sitting at the dining table." Támo: "Does not she live with you?" Mother: "No, we placed her with a family a year ago, with a "respectable" family! She had to have a future, and we thought she learns to cook, clean and do shopping, and that she learns something from city life and later earn some money, and now they have "taught" her that!" Támo: "'Respectable' families are not everything!" Mother: "That's my fault, she often complained to me about their son who did not leave her alone, I said that it will pass and that she must be patient and that it will be okay. I am the one who has to be at the police station, not she."

Támo: "What did they say in the hospital?" Mother: "She gave birth at home the day before yesterday. I did not dare to take her to the hospital, I thought about what they were going to ask, and so on. A midwife helped us." Támo: "And you have come to the beach to recover?" Mother: "No, not really, the baby was born dead and we were scared. You see, madam, we come from the countryside. And we thought that, if we say who the father is, that rich family would bring us to court, and we can't afford a lawyer? And with a child, my poor daughter can't achieve something in life. " Támo: "No, I know, a child can sometimes be a additional drag for young girls. There are a lot of young girls walking around with a child on the arm, the wretches!" Mother: "In our neighbourhood, behind the beach, there is no room to bury the child, and God has led us to the beach." Támo: "Poor girl, who knows what she has to go through." Mother: "Yes, madam, our suffering is great, may God be merciful to us!" Támo gives the mother some coins for a taxi, kisses her and her affected daughters and wishes them strength.

aww it's time then <33