As you approach the gates of the animal pound in Casablanca, in the province of Mediouna, it is first of all the smell of burning that assaults your nostrils. Fragrances distinct from those of the adjoining recycling center, and which stick to clothes for several days. All around the pound, a flock of birds fly above the ocher-colored dunes among the waste trucks, in a setting that looks like it came straight out of a bad thriller.
A few meters from the entrance, a dog eats a cat carcass. On the other side of the gate, half-concealed by a threadbare tarpaulin, plaintive barking fills the heavy silence that reigns over the place. A canine perched on its front legs grabs onto the bars and stares out of the pound with a pleading look.
