The invisible children Morocco wants to hide

It's eleven o'clock in the morning. It's a full week of Ramadan and Tangier running half-gas. On the street, people walk slowly, they have to keep up their strength until the sun falls and they can eat the first meal of the day. Those who don't know if they will eat or not are the street children. Nor do they seem to care much, their concern is another: buy the glue that they then snort to forget about everything. When the sun starts to squeeze,…