The Atlas mountains rise far in the distance. As I enter the Kasbah I can sense the logs still glowing from last night. The gigantic rustic leather covered doors in combination with the clay walls create an ambiance from the past. An oil burner leaves a pleasant scent of woody notes. A woman in a long white linen kaftan passes by, leaving subtile notes of white honey, vanilla and amber.
Key West is one of the most inspiring places I know. It is so empowering and plays all my senses and emotions. Swaying palm trees, orchids, beautiful bougainvillea and situated on the most southern tip of the US, only 90 miles from Cuba. The motto of this melting pot is “One Human Family”. This is also where the story begins with me and Keenak.
I am close to the chaos of the city, but it is quiet here in the park. I am surrounded by old, gigantic trees, enormous vegetation and tree crowns. I open the doors of the wooden building and enter the traditional Chinese restaurant. The air is filled with wonderful aromas from the kitchen area. A man is sleeping in his chair while resting his head on the table. A group of men is playing cards while smoking under the fluorescent light.