'Boxing in Marrakech' by Filippo Gobbato

I went to Marrakech to visit a friend, but I got lost in the medina and was robbed by some boys. I was too scared to fight back. I stayed in my friend’s house without going out for days. Then I decided to get out. I met a neighbourhood boy and told him what happened. He invited me to follow him. We ran for quite some time and arrived in a dark place where some boys were boxing. "If you trust me, I'll make you a strong man and you won't be scared anymore," said the master. I practised with them, sweating and swearing. On my last day, I asked to take some photos. I wanted to illustrate this weird, funny group of boxers. I found something grotesque but also something sweet in them. They look very ramshackle but very determined, as if they're screaming: "We are the boxers of Marrakech and nobody can stop us!"