… After the high pass we walked down the hill through beautiful landscape with so many different rocks and stones in all colors and shapes.
Down, along the riverbed, were beautiful caves, and so many incredible pebbles and lovely tiny flowers everywhere – a breathtaking small microcosm that invited to focus on the little things. I saw so many heart-shaped stones and had a hard time to stop myself picking up all of them…
We met a young nomad boy who challenged my thinking. He came when we picnicked. He directly asked us for a box of tuna and then stood quiet, observing us, watched with a very intense look and did nearly not answer to any of our questions. He made me thinking what life he leads, up here in the mountains, as a nomad, no schooling, no real housing, not much thigs to eat, wandering around and caring with his family for many sheep and a big goat herd….
Later we met a nomad woman, Fadma. She lives near to our first camp with her children, lots of animals, also some camels and dogs. The dogs nearly attacked us, they really got angry and aggressive, barked at us until Fadma stopped them. She invited us in her little stone-house where she lives in the summer months. I was amazed by her gentleness. She was so very unassuming and I immediately felt close to her. I was very happy to be able to communicate so well in Tachelheit (Berber language) and to quickly establish a connection with her. We talked about her living, the children and how to treat some cough naturally. She showed us her living room and kitchen, the little solar bulb and her stock pile of flour and other edible things. She seemed very contented with her life, quiet and unpretentious.