Days when parents of my wife were still fine.
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
He is my brother-in-law born of a different mother. He stayed with my family at Senegal and Burkina Faso. He helped my wife for housework during he had no work. He has also passed away.
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
I met a near relative of my wife. After a long exchange of greetings, we sat on the dune. I asked him news of my nomads friends. He explained what have happened to them and where were they now to … Continue reading
My daughter with her uncle.