Mad:
You are right, mad: bergag have a stronger sense that mebli doesn’t have. Belwa it have to be only “curiosity”… (I forget to check the dictionary…)
About my neighbours and friends, I could tell you a lot of things related to “bergaga”, but they aren’t funny at all.
I have a neighbour that’s an old lady who lives in face my door that she has always an eye over the little hole of the door spiying on my house and outdoors. You know in Morocco we usually live more outdoors than indoors, so…
It happens that the man who teaches me arabic (the guardian of the building) usually sits between the two doors, so when I exit to drink a coffee, smoke some pipes and chat a little bit with him, we are always being watched. She has a dog always by her side, so we know she is behind the door because the animal makes noises. Once I did put a little bit of pepper in the ground, by her door. The poor animal began to snoooooorllllllllllllllllll aaaaaaaachiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssss, atchiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssss… and she’s gone mad about it.
But this woman she is crazy a little bit. Yesterday night, when I arrived home, the guardian was praying. He uses to do it between the two doors. While he was over his knees, the woman used the spray to kill cockroaches behind the door, all over the ground. I smelled it and cought from 3 or 4 meters away, so imagine the poor man who was praying… He was really angry.
Then, she tells to everybody strange things about me (or some other neighbour, it doesn’t matter who or why). The best ones: that I was a porn producer, and made porn films at home; that I used to poison the meals that I offer to my friends…
In Morocco I found that people (not everybody, of course, but a far more than in Spain or wherever I lived) uses to ask you how much you win, how much you are paying for your appartement, what’s your religion, if you are practising it or no, if you believe in god… That only happens in Spain if you are really close to someone!
And sometimes I found people in streets that they aproach to me to say hellow. It happens that they know everything about me, even if I never meet them! And they shows to you that they know it… I don’t know why, yet. Maybe they feel happy to meet somebody from spain, I don’t know. I’m not a cinema star, so… First year I lived in Morocco I became completly paranoic because of that.
, so the whole neighbourhood prepared the funerail waitin for d family to come back …
Sad story…
u cant do anythin if ‘‘lmekhzen’’ no esta de acuerdo 
??? in pluton ???