A Visit to the Mellah
Elias Canetti
1968
On the third morning, as soon as I was alone, I found the way to the mellah [in Marrakesh]. I came to an intersection where many Jews were standing around. Traffic was streaming past them and around a corner. I saw people pass through a vault that appeared integrated into a wall, and followed them. On the other side of the wall, enclosed on four…
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