On the long trail (Morocco): Transhumant
What is it like to be an individual among a tribe? Is there such a thing when belonging to a community of mobile pastoralists ever since you were born? Is there such a thing when walking up the Atlas Mountains towards the Igourdane agdal commons and back every year, on a journey that has been the same since the memory of the blood can recall? When it’s just you, your tribe, your herd, and the immense African night?
Up there, one often seems to be less singular, and a more meaningful part of a whole.