When I started penning this article, I was aboard the flight to Casablanca, the city that has captured the hearts of many over the decades, including me, thanks to the 1942 cinematographic Casablanca was made famous by a love triangle story of a film set in the city during the Second World War, when massive numbers of European refugees fleeing Nazi persecution thronged to this North African city in hope of securing travel passes to the US.
When I set off on the first day of Chinese New Year, I suddenly came to the abrupt realisation that I had forgotten to inform my two Malay neighbours that this year’s CNY gathering at my house would have to be postponed until I come back from Morocco.
