“Postman doesn’t know Ajiuj’s address.”

Published by Acura House in Tangier, The Postman Doesn’t Know the Address is the fourth novel in the career of Moroccan writer Mohamed Saeed Ahjioja, where he worked on a variety of topics, but it focuses on the sexual exploitation of women by intelligence officers seeking to satisfy their desire or make it a tool for official espionage operations.
Data on the new edition showed that, despite the brevity of this novel, it is rich in overlapping stories and paths that move the reader from one level of interpretation to another and mix reality and imagination between the present and history to build before his eyes an intertwined web of puzzles that challenge his intellect as much as they give him absolute freedom to interpret and rewrite.

The novel’s editorial states: “Ezel’s body vanished just as Adnan had vanished before, and all that matters to you is the murdered Spaniard. Leave the Spanish agent aside and tell me where Ezel has gone, but you want me to start, again, from the beginning, and write down all the details, well: my name is Kholud al-Omrani, I quickly move from the thirtieth to the prison forty , divorced or not yet divorced, and everything that comes is a pure lie; Get enough paper and pens ready for me and read if you can read.”

Holud finds herself in an investigative session bound to write a lengthy confession, but she begins her narrative by stating the relativity of the truth in the lies she confesses, opening the door wide for interpretation and widening the horizon until the reader understands. infinity. We have the body of a Spanish spy and another murdered woman whose body has disappeared, as well as a mysterious figure who remains throughout the novel, oscillating between possible and impossible, between existence and non-existence.