In 1967, during my four-month journey around Morocco’s High Atlas
Mountains photographing several Berber tribes, I was treated everywhere like a
long-lost friend. There was no electricity, no television. But there was a
heartwarming social life.
Except when dancing to celebrate a Moslem festival, women and men kept
apart from each other. Men with men and women with women. But both sexes always
worked and played and chatted in often large friendly groups. Everyone cared
for the other. And they all cared for me.
They worked hard in the fields, in the kitchens, and at the distaffs and
looms. And they played just as hard, as if they never tired. Even after a long
work day, the women leapfrogged and the men played a local variety of hockey.
Or they used rag balls in other spirited games, like this one, as the long
March night was looming.
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