I found it! The origin of the virus.
In the house where I grew up in Ceuta, there was a painting by Pepe Bermejo, a colleague of my father that was assigned to Sidi Ifni and Laâyoune during the Spanish protectorate. When I was a child, I thought it was just an orientalist painting but I was not aware what it really meant, to someone like Pepe, to have lived in the desert. That image was something he experimented himself and now, that I know something about the desert, I can understand the impact it had on him.
When I recently found this painting in another apartment of my family, I realised the power of images when they are inoculated during years. It was not just another painting of the decoration of our living room, it had a purpose, a dangerous one, and it succeeded on me…
The problem of this kind of ”sickness” is that there is no cure and it is very, very contagious.
I hope that the friends that have been infected by myself will forgive me one day.