Edurne: OK, folks, since it's a beautiful day, what about if we run around the track again?

Isabel: Edurne! Come on! You must be joking! I can't carry my body any longer! I need a break (and perhaps a sandwich too)!  Mohamed and Edurne laugh.

Mohamed: You 'forget' that you're almost a sports star, Edurne! Or should I say a true sportswoman?

Edurne: Of course you can! Do I look like a sportsman? All laugh...

Isabel: Mohamed, just a question. Perhaps you know, since your dad is Moroccan... Does Morocco have lots of sportswomen like Edurne?

Mohamed: Impossible, no one is like Edurne  But yes, there are sportswomen in Morocco, maybe not as many as here though. I don't know much about it, remember I was five when I came to Spain. What I do know is that lots of people in Spain and Europe just think that it's a very poor country where it never rains.

Edurne: But, Mohamed, could a girl practise sport alone with a boy? I mean, would your parents allow your younger sister Mina to do sport alone with a male friend?

Mohamed: For a start, Mina hates sport! But if she was into it, hmmm, I think they would. It would help if they knew the boy and his family well.

Isabel: But maybe that's just because your Mum's Spanish?

Mohamed: Maybe. Having a Mum and Dad from different countries does mean that my family isn't 'typically' Moroccan or 'typically' Spanish, whatever they may be. I s'pose there are lots of different things influencing it, all mixed up together. Actually, I like it. It means people can't put me in a box, do you know what I mean?

Edurne: Sort of

Isabel: Of course!

Mohamed: You see, we start speaking about something and end speaking about something else...