A dinner of first night at Bamoko. Although it was after a long separation, my daughter adapted herself to a circle of her cousins the instant she met them. On a dune, under a starlit sky : 9
At a airport of Casablanca On a dune, under a starlit sky : 3
In the end of 1998, I went to one Tuareg village in north of Mali for my fieldwork. There I was stricken with malaria. But no car passed there for three days. So I had no means to escape form … Continue reading
The old man is my father-in-law. The baby is my nephew. An elder brother of that baby died in 1997 in a village of his grandfather. One day, people called me and said, “Baby stopped his breathing.” I rushed to … Continue reading
My daughter with her uncle.