When you go to Fez, Morocco, there is a viewpoint to observe the tanneries and the most tourists don't pass it over because of the smell. But I was curious so I went to see the workers closely. This boy, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, was observing me carefully. Me and he were two opposing worlds: the traveller and the working boy. I thought that he was probably destined to work there all his life, carrying animal skins. It was so sad.