The Imzad and Me
Exiled in England, it is toward the Imzad that I return. Every morning I try to reach the shore of the world of the living, making the ultimate effort to rise…
Desert stories
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Lost
I lost my way… It was long ago, in the 1970s, in the Hoggar, in the deepest reaches of the Algerian desert, that my story with the desert had begun, upon the…
THE KINGDOM OF SILENCES
The kingdom of silences…? Are there then several silences ? But what is this kingdom, and who is its king ? The name the people of my desert give themselves is