There is a summer night that the writer Laila Karrouch will always remember: the first time she returned to Morocco after emigrating with her family to Catalonia when she was only eight years old. “We left the country in 1985 and in 1988 we had finally saved enough to be able to visit family again. That first night was very special, I remember a lot of joy and a lot of tears, especially from grandma, and I remember the taste of watermelon, which was very sweet. In Morocco we didn't have a fridge and in the evening we would put the fruit in the little window to keep it fresh. The fruit was always delicious,” Karrouch recalls.